Can't you boys do your job right?
Long night, no sleep, irritated feline... half my stuff is still in the boxes it was shipped to the station in. Diziara thought to herself grumbling and muttering under her breath, and palmed the controls for the turbolift. Diziara always hated that first night after the first duty shift right after a transfer. No matter what sort of group she was working with, she could never fall asleep.
It'd started well enough last evening... she'd started to unpack her stuff, then she was interrupted... by her new neighbor. Nice enough guy, it seemed, she was certainly going to keep him in mind for later entertainment. He only dropped in for a short bit, and Diziara didn't feel like going back to unpacking after he left again. If I go to sleep early, I might be in the mood to attack this stuff when I wake up early, she'd thought. Sleep was fleeting that night... between not being used to the room, Delilah being irritated for some reason, and not being tired at all.
That left one sleepy Klingon/Trill hybrid in the turbolift headed for a duty shift with no more than an hour's sleep and a sonic shower to keep her awake until she was off again. It was in this state that she walked out of the turbolift into the command center of the station to find a lovely little mess of a scene playing out in front of her.
"Them," the ensign she was coming to relieve stated as he pointed to his console. The worry, fear and disgust all ran together and dripped off of him in a manner than made Diziara wince.
"Oh shit!" came the reply from the bozo who'd pissed her off yesterday by not acknowledging her presence. He was standing behind the ensign at the Ops console. Diziara silently walked up behind the two of them, and laid a hand on the duty officer's shoulder. She bit back a smirk as he jumped and spun to look at her.
"What's wrong, sir?" she asked, spitting out the sir like it was a foul word. From the way he winced, the inflection made it sound like one to him. She glanced past him towards the console. The ensign still had his finger to the screen, but the ship in question had moved closer to the station's position since the finger had pointed. She quickly took in the information on the ship displaying across the text screen below the visual. "It looks like a typical mercenary ship, what's wrong? Afraid they'll loot the station, rape the women and leave you guys worse off than you already are?" Diziara bit her lip to keep her laugh back.
"That's enough, lieutenant!" the officer snapped at her. She glared and crossed her arms.
"So let me see if I get this right... standard operating procedure on this tin can is show up multiple hours late to a duty shift, ignore new crew members until they almost beat the crap out of you, then cry like babies when a little mercenary ship shows up asking to dock?" She snapped and elbowed the two men out of her way to get to the console. "Says here they're on the local government's list of ships that are always authorized to dock, why haven't you guys given them the go ahead?"
"I... we... Sir?" the ensign stuttered. The duty officer was standing and staring at Diziara as if she was just standing in front of him nude. She shook her head and palmed the button to open the channel again.
"My apologies, Nebuchadnezzar, it seems that my crewmates here don't understand proper procedure. You're cleared for docking, ring two." Diziara awaited acknowledgement from the Nebuchadnezzar, but there was stunned silence from the other end of the channel. "Nebuchadnezzar, do you read?" Diziara heard whispering, a male voice and a female's, then a throat cleared.
"Copy that, 668." The female voice replied. There was a pause, and Diziara was about to close the channel, but the female voice continued. "You're new to the station, aren't you?" Diziara raised an eyebrow and shot a sideways glance to the men standing next to her. The ensign was babbling under his breath, and the duty officer was white as a ghost.
"What of it?" Diziara snapped back, getting defensive. There was some laughing on the other end of the line.
"Was just a hunch," the voice explained, and the male voice chuckled as the female continued, "Neb out." With that the channel cut from the other end.
"I'm going down to meet then when they dock," Diziara stated and pushed past the two men. There was hardly a protest as she entered the turbolift, and told it to take her down to the second docking ring.
It'd started well enough last evening... she'd started to unpack her stuff, then she was interrupted... by her new neighbor. Nice enough guy, it seemed, she was certainly going to keep him in mind for later entertainment. He only dropped in for a short bit, and Diziara didn't feel like going back to unpacking after he left again. If I go to sleep early, I might be in the mood to attack this stuff when I wake up early, she'd thought. Sleep was fleeting that night... between not being used to the room, Delilah being irritated for some reason, and not being tired at all.
That left one sleepy Klingon/Trill hybrid in the turbolift headed for a duty shift with no more than an hour's sleep and a sonic shower to keep her awake until she was off again. It was in this state that she walked out of the turbolift into the command center of the station to find a lovely little mess of a scene playing out in front of her.
"Them," the ensign she was coming to relieve stated as he pointed to his console. The worry, fear and disgust all ran together and dripped off of him in a manner than made Diziara wince.
"Oh shit!" came the reply from the bozo who'd pissed her off yesterday by not acknowledging her presence. He was standing behind the ensign at the Ops console. Diziara silently walked up behind the two of them, and laid a hand on the duty officer's shoulder. She bit back a smirk as he jumped and spun to look at her.
"What's wrong, sir?" she asked, spitting out the sir like it was a foul word. From the way he winced, the inflection made it sound like one to him. She glanced past him towards the console. The ensign still had his finger to the screen, but the ship in question had moved closer to the station's position since the finger had pointed. She quickly took in the information on the ship displaying across the text screen below the visual. "It looks like a typical mercenary ship, what's wrong? Afraid they'll loot the station, rape the women and leave you guys worse off than you already are?" Diziara bit her lip to keep her laugh back.
"That's enough, lieutenant!" the officer snapped at her. She glared and crossed her arms.
"So let me see if I get this right... standard operating procedure on this tin can is show up multiple hours late to a duty shift, ignore new crew members until they almost beat the crap out of you, then cry like babies when a little mercenary ship shows up asking to dock?" She snapped and elbowed the two men out of her way to get to the console. "Says here they're on the local government's list of ships that are always authorized to dock, why haven't you guys given them the go ahead?"
"I... we... Sir?" the ensign stuttered. The duty officer was standing and staring at Diziara as if she was just standing in front of him nude. She shook her head and palmed the button to open the channel again.
"My apologies, Nebuchadnezzar, it seems that my crewmates here don't understand proper procedure. You're cleared for docking, ring two." Diziara awaited acknowledgement from the Nebuchadnezzar, but there was stunned silence from the other end of the channel. "Nebuchadnezzar, do you read?" Diziara heard whispering, a male voice and a female's, then a throat cleared.
"Copy that, 668." The female voice replied. There was a pause, and Diziara was about to close the channel, but the female voice continued. "You're new to the station, aren't you?" Diziara raised an eyebrow and shot a sideways glance to the men standing next to her. The ensign was babbling under his breath, and the duty officer was white as a ghost.
"What of it?" Diziara snapped back, getting defensive. There was some laughing on the other end of the line.
"Was just a hunch," the voice explained, and the male voice chuckled as the female continued, "Neb out." With that the channel cut from the other end.
"I'm going down to meet then when they dock," Diziara stated and pushed past the two men. There was hardly a protest as she entered the turbolift, and told it to take her down to the second docking ring.