Buckle up
Posted on Saturday February 23rd, 2019 @ 13:30 hours by Mayterial Droz & Samantha Jenkins
Mission:
Pixie Dust
Location: Cargo bay 1
Timeline: MD01 - 16:30 hours
712 words - 1.4 OF Standard Post Measure
After the talk with Alexandria, May felt it was a good idea to have a short talk with her Boatswain again. She needed to make sure all the cargo was properly strapped in and they'd have no trouble navigating the oncoming turbulence. It was always risky to navigate through a fragile spot of subspace, but the risks were acceptable. It cut a significant portion off their journey and they weren't crossing the Warp 5 restriction instated by the Federation decades back. The doors to their massive primary cargo bay opened up, the location where Samantha was supposedly holding up according to the computer. May looked around to try and spot her.
Sitting on top of a stack of cargo checking if the containers were bolted correctly Sam looked up when the doors opened and reveal the Captain. "Captain, what brings you down here?"
"Just coming around to give you a heads up. The jolt you just felt going through the ship won't be the last one. It'll be relatively smooth sailing but we need to make sure the cargo is secure." Mayterial looked around and smiled a bit. It was good to see the cargo bays filled up. She pointed in the general direction of the secondary cargo bay, "Where did we store Starfleet's special shipment?"
"Correct. Second Cargo bay. If you give me a second I'll show you." Sam said as she climbed down from the containers. Jumping with both feet on the ground she stood up straight and started walking in the direction of the special cargo. "Follow me."
"How are the new deckhands doing so far?" Mayterial figured she might as well make use of this interaction with her Bosun to get a feel for what was going on in the lower decks.
"They're doing what they are suppose to do, so I'm happy." Sam simply said as the two woman headed for the other cargo.
Mayterial nodded, she liked the fact that her Bosun wasn't a woman of many words, made conversation a lot easier, "does the team get along well?"
"I haven't heard anything they don't. But all is still early, so we might encounter some skirmishes among the group. But overall they work together well." She was with them most of the day. On purpose. Just to get a feel of how they worked together.
"Anything you need from me or the First mate?" Mayterial stepped through the connecting door to the second cargo hold. There was another low rumble of the ship's superstructure but the internal dampners seemed to be handling the turbulence pretty well this time around.
Sam looked behind her quickly. "No, not that I can think of." As they arrived at the cargo in question she said. "here it is."
Mayterial looked at the softly humming iron cargo crate, sitting perfectly perched in the centre of the cargo hold. The Starfleet officer had rented out the entire box just for this thing. Of course Mayterial had ordered the Quartermaster and Bosun to add more cargo around the edges of the bay. She didn't think it would matter much, plus the fleeter never bothered to check their facilities after they installed the container. All they had to do was get the other stuff out before Starfleet came to collect. Quick and easy money. "Any idea what this might be holding?"
Sam quickly assessed the information on the padd in her hands. "Biological compound. Signed off by Starfleet. Biohazardous material. All the paperwork in order." She listed to the Captain.
Mayterial took a bit of a breath, she knew it was signed off and she was glad to hear all the paperwork was in order. It just irked her that if Starfleet ordered it, there was never a problem transporting any type of biological compound, but if it was something that brought a little bit of joy and happiness to the hard working masses, then there was suddenly police everywhere trying to stop it. "Well, at least they know their people and our reputation." She shook her head a bit. "Make sure everything is secured tightly, I don't want this, or anything else, to spill anywhere if we run into a bumpy patch of subspace."
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Mayterial Droz
Captain
&
Samantha Jenkins
Boatswain
S.S. Fawkes