Veritable Requisition

Posted on 22 Mar 2012 @ 6:47pm by Lieutenant Commander Chauncey Remington III (KIA) & Crewman Nazhzhalh

756 words; about a 4 minute read

Mission: Episode 00 - Pre-Deployment
Location: Operation's Offices
Timeline: MD04 1130

Well, all that had to be done now was to actually get some of the supplies necessary to set up his lab. He had most of his equipment transferred from Starfleet HQ onto the Galileo but there were still a few things Ziyal needed. Containment fields, proper storage devices, labeling systems, and other boring equipment. Ziyal looked at the roster he held in his hands and exited the lab to find the chief of operations. Before he'd left, he'd made sure the man was at least aboard the ship.

"Ehh, hello?" Ziyal asked as he poked his head through Commander Remington's office, looking all at once bizarrely alien. He crossed the threshold fully, revealing the extent of his alien heritage as he did so. He waved two arms at Remington and gave him a hopeful blink. "I am Crewman Nazhzhalh," he introduced amidst a flurry of chirps. "I am given to understand that you are responsible for all supplies requisition aboard the Galileo?" he opened with, clasping two of his hands behind his back while the other two were wrapped around a PADD detailing his requests.

Will started when the alien walked into the room. "Crewman," he began with a slight frown. "I prefer you chime at my officer before entering." He didn't seem too upset though. "And watch your protocol. Let me see the requisition list." He held out his hand, "Unless there is something abnormal I will transfer this to the quartermaster."

Ziyal gave him a startled blink, not having the faintest idea what he was referring to, but nevertheless, "I did not intend to cause offense, sir." he stated amidst his usual flurry of clicks. He blinked again, more slowly. It might have been a nonverbal gesture, but most of his blinks just looked the same. He tapped a few buttons on the PADD and held it out for him to grab. "There is an abnormal request which is why I sought you out instead of the quartermaster," he continued simply.

Among the standardized containment fields, shelving layers, technological equipment and biological samples, there was also an order for 1 liter of biomimetic gel and complimentary L647X7 storage device with a rather lengthy paragraph detailing its necessity in biotechnology and a qualifications doctrine of his capability of using it safely. While it appeared to be the only unusual thing on the list, it was certainly a very large unusual thing. "The Federation laws state that I have to go through starship operations requisitions, or else I would have already attempted to retrieve the necessary amount." He had a faint feeling that he was bothering the operations officer.

Will studied the requisition form, occasionally glancing up at the science officer. "A liter?" he asked, "I will authorize it, but you will have to go to sickbay and have Doctor Hilyar authorize it as well. Only the medical division has access to the gel itself. In fact, I happen to know sickbay has a modest quantity in stock. Will you need your own supply or can you use theirs?"

"I require my own supply," Ziyal replied with a bob of his head. "I require it for a large variety of genetic manipulation. That is the only way technological equipment can be adapted to the genetic and neurological codes of biological organisms. All of the gel that I use will be rendered obsolete when I am finished with it and therefore useless to sickbay. It will have to be stored in a very specific manner that can only be accomplished in my lab. A liter should suffice for the duration of our journey," the tall alien explained chirpily, before adding on a little sheepishly, "...Sir."

Will nodded absently. "Very well, you're authorized for requisition of one litre." He transferred the requisition to another PADD and gave his thumprint before handing it to Ziyal. "You can take this to Doctor Hilyar then."

Ziyal took the PADD carefully and tucked it away. "Thank you!" he clicked happily, bowing his head, an antennae peaking in Will's direction. He seemed a little awkward, standing there, before finally asking, "Oooh... dismissed?" Protocol, and all that.

Will quirked an eyebrow at the crewman. "Dismissed," he said with a nod.

Taking that rather obvious clue, the young alien strode out of the room at his usual hyperactive pace, this time with PADD in hand.

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CN Nazhzhalh
Biotechnologist
USS Galileo

Lt. Cmdr. Chauncey William Remington III
Chief Operations Officer
USS Galileo

 

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