> > Without looking he gruffed without taking out the cigar, "Doubt
> >that. I have been dealing with a pretty annoying Garibaldi lately. You
> >may only amount to a rash... But just the same....." he finally turned
to
> >face her. "Well you are a different one... Only seen one other like
you,
> >she was Selara somethin' or other. No matter... "
>
> Serana's eyes flashed. "What are you, from the 20th century? Not many
> people call me a 'rash' and get away with it."
>
>
> > He then abruptly turned back to the engineering crew and yelled,
> >"You moron, I told you to spot weld it in first. Then make sure that it
is
> >connected right. What the hell are you a recruit. Get it right or get
> >Thompson to do it. What am I working with here, idiots. Maxwell, get
over
> >there and make sure that he does not screw this pooch.." he was quite
> >nasty in his remarks. But then again, he was from a different era.....
> >
> > "Sorry, you wanted to know the first ship you need to check out the
> >sickbay facilities, right..... Well, you can start here. I will show
you
> >the way. Some of the cooridors are not up and running just yet... open
to
> >space and no atmosphere."
> >
>
> "I see now why Garibaldi's getting on your case." She followed him
through
> the dusty, noisy walkways.
>
> >
> >While on the way they passed several work crews, and each got a new set
of
> >instructions from the Boss. Each responded with either a 'Yes, Boss.' or
> >'Aye, Skipper'.
> >
>
> ("Skipper"?) Serana thought to herself.
>
>
> >The ship was dark, only about half of the lights were on. The trip
seemed
> >to take forever, like they were going out of their way on purpose.
> >However, they finally got there.
> >
> >Upon entry, some one yelled, "Attention on deck."
> >
> > "Oh stop that crap. There is no time for that. Just keep
> >working. If I need someone I will yell for them." he answered. "New guy.
> >Still thinks that I am a Captain or somethin'. Can't seem to get him to
> >relax and just work. Too interested in protocol." , Carroll said to
> >Serana.
>
> "It happens. They'll mellow out after a few hundred years." Serana
looked
> around at the space, which was still dark with unconnected power cords
> sparking, unsecured bulkheads, and not really much sign of being an actual
> sickbay. "This is it? I understood these sickbays were almost done and
> just needed overseeing."
>
"Well,that was the plan, but you see we are a few weeks behind
schedule, this should have been completed last week. Tell you what, this
tub has three aide stations built in her in strategic locations to handle
less serious wounded at the discression of the CMO. They *are* ready. You
can take a look at those, then move on to something else. By the time that
you get those checked out the USS Chariot will be ready for you. She is in
this same birth, but on the opposite side of the station, a short 12 minute
walk. I will be there getting those thugs straight. Any of the FNGs
(Funny New Guy) here can take you to the aide stations if you would like.
Or if you want, I can lead the way...." dispite his old man ways, he was
actually a nice man.... that is if youdon't work for him. Near him is ok.
Around him is ok. Above him, is tolerable. For him..... man oh man.....
By all appearances he seemed to be making time for her, and was trying
to be cooperative.
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