SD241712.31 - Work Log - Sails - "Red Flags"
Posted on Sun Dec 31st, 2017 @ 8:40pm by Sails-at-Dawn Mr
582 words; about a 3 minute read
Mission:
Test Mission
Location: Tango Forbes - 4LY outside Yadalla Sector
Timeline: Current
Recap: Sails-at-Dawn, resident handyman, has left Versailles on a job. His task was to meet with his clients (plus 73 of their staff) on a transport ship, and to liaise between them and an escort of Starfleet fighters as they finish the last leg of their journey to the station.
The ship now waits for the fighters at the meeting point.
=^= And now, the story continues... =^=
Buttons beeped, displays flashed, and wiggly lines wiggled across charts showing things like power consumption.
Such was the aesthetic of the bridge on the Tango Forbes; a thoroughly green personnel transport vessel carrying crew, officers, 73 passengers, one VIP passenger, and a handyman playing World of Minecraft on his padd.
"Mr Dawn. Attend to me."
Sails' head flicked up, and his left thumb hit the pause button automatically. One of the trio of clients that had hired him, a woman named Mrs Coral Trask, had left her seat and was stalking off towards a door; a comm device still in her hand.
Dropping the padd on his seat, Sails followed her towards the door, noting that the turbolift door had opened behind him. Several sets of footsteps followed him towards Mrs Trask, who opened the side door to reveal a small briefing room.
Mrs Trask assumed position at the head of the table, sinking into a professional black chair. Sails took position in the chair beside her, and five more people filtered into the room behind him.
"Mr Dawn," said Mrs Trask, "may I introduce the managers for the staff being transported on this vessel; Mr Verdt and Mr Klekt from the Crimean Association, Miss White and Miss Turnbridge from Hepple Spacewagons, and Mr Smith from Rant & Co Solicitors."
Each person nodded or gestured in turn as they found seats, and Sails responded in kind.
"This is a simple thrice-daily meeting for the purpose of reviewing concerns, which I will ask you to document." Mrs Trask explained, signalling miss White to pass him the padd of minutes. From the history on the padd, it seemed Miss White had been taking the minutes in prior meetings. Naturally Sails, being the only blue-collar in the room, was now on the hook for the menial drudgery.
"Ready." said Sails.
"Crimean group 1; no injuries, no complaints." Verdt clipped, almost cutting Sails off. The handyman spared only a glance for the man, before adding a brief note in the minutes.
Klekt, on the other hand, had a short stack of padds in his reptilian claws.
"Crimean group 2; replicator four poisoned three staff, prognosis good. Complaints over the taste of the food. Complaints being told to eat the food. Complaints that people became ill after eating the food. Complaints over being told to eat the food after it made three people ill. The list goes on in that vein."
"Thank you Mister Klekt. Miss White?" Mrs Trask continued, seemingly oblivious to the look on the face of the handyman.
"No injuries. One complaint. Two of the staff tried to escape in one of the escape pods. Again."
"Servants five and seven again?" Mrs Trask asked, with a tired sigh.
"Yes ma'am. We've tried cutting rations, but they just keep trying."
"Lock them in their quarters. We can ill-afford their obsession with escape, and they can't afford it either. Remind them of their debts and their contracts."
"Yes ma'am."
"Miss Turnbridge?"
"No injuries or complaints, ma'am."
"Ditto." Mr Smith added, nearly asleep in his chair.
"Very well. Meeting adjourned."
=^= End of Log =^=
Sails-at-Dawn
Handyman
Versilles
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