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Little King

Posted on Thu Jan 24th, 2019 @ 5:32pm by Commander Temerant Bast & Captain James McCullen
Edited on on Thu Jan 24th, 2019 @ 10:09pm

Mission: Reactivation
Location: Shipyard Operations Office, Providence Station
Timeline: MD1, 1015 Hrs.

Commander James McCullen strode through the hallways of Providence station feeling better than he had in days. A long sonic shower, a change of uniform and a solid meal had made him feel ten years younger. That didn't make him feel any better about the meeting he was about to have with Commander Hudson, Providence shipyard's chief of shipyard operations. As soon as they had re-established reliable communications with Starfleet Command, he had gotten to work, putting in the transfer request for Lieutenant Commander Bast from Providence to the Sentinel and then making a few discreet calls to well-placed family friends. Having an admiral for a wife, even if she was in a different part of Starfleet, came with perks and he wasn't above using them when the need was there. The approval for the transfer had come through two minutes after they docked, unusually fast for Starfleet, and now, a mere one hour later, he was on his way to make the courtesy call of talking with the man who he'd just pulled an end-run on. He anticipated a less than friendly encounter.

As McCullen entered the operations center of the station he was met with an ensign who checked his credentials and asked him to wait, and then he was ushered into Hudson's office. "Commander Hudson, thanks for making room in your schedule for seeing me." He opened, giving the man an easy smile and extending his hand as he approached.

Commander William Hudson looked at the message on his console, confirming the transfer of Lieutenant Commander Temerant Bast, and looked up at the man who had just entered his office. "Who in the hell are you?" he asked, his voice gruff and making his displeasure all the more obvious.

McCullen didn't let his smile falter but dropped his hand - as he had predicted, this was likely to be a somewhat unfriendly meeting. Tired as he was, he did his best to turn on the charm. "I'm Commander Jim McCullen, captain of the Sentinel. I figured I should pay a courtesy call before you got the message about Lieutenant Commander Bast - but I guess subspace is faster than me?" It was a guess, but a fairly reliable one, he'd gotten the approval an hour ago, after all.

Hudson frowned at the newcomer. "For the past ten days, the man's been missing. Thankfully we didn't label him as 'Presumed dead', but we didn't exactly have high hopes of recovering him, under the circumstances. And now that we know one of our best officers is still alive, and wasn't an Orion collaborator, you come and steal him right from under me. Should say thanks for bringing him back?"

McCullen shook his head, letting the grin slip a little to a more serious demeanor, shifting his body language in an attempt to convey sincerity. "My original XO was killed on the journey to the Triangle Region, and Lieutenant Commander Bast has been invaluable to me over the past week, I couldn't have managed without him - he's a born leader, which is why I'm stealing him." The captain explained, "I'm certain he was good at what he did here, but Temerant Bast needs to be on the bridge of a starship, it's where he belongs, I think."

Hudson walked over to the far side of his office, where a wall monitor shows a status display of maintenance request. The list was long, with most lines being displayed in red. "You see this?" he asked. He went on without waiting for a reply. "This is a list of maintenance requests for this sector. These are all ships of the line, on active duty, that require our attention. Stealing away one of my most competent officers affects not just my maintenance schedule, but Starfleet operations across the entire sector. If he wants to transfer to the Sentinel, then by all means, you can have him. But you'll be the one sending a letter of apology to thirty-two Captains and three Admirals explaining why their maintenance requests will take just a bit longer."

"I know of how busy the shipyard is, frankly speaking, I was amazed we got a drydock upon arrival, I was expecting a wait." McCullen paused, weighing up his options, deciding on his next course of action. "If I had the personnel, I would ask you to give us the supplies and let us do the work ourselves, but I don't, and if Mr. Bast hadn't made it clear that he was very interested I wouldn't have taken him, but he did. " Jim shrugged, "I don't think there's anything I can offer you to ease your burden, Commander Hudson, but I am sorry that I wasn't able to contact you first, before I made the transfer request, and if a bunch of Admirals and captains want an explanation, you can feel free to send them my way."

"Oh don't worry, I will," replied Hudson as the door to his office opened once again. A young yeoman walked in and handed Hudson a data PaDD before walking out again.
Hudson keyed the PaDD open and looked at the information displayed. "Your maintenance list," he read. He scrolled to the bottom. "Quite a long one."

He tapped the screen on the wall monitor and scrolled to the bottom of the list, and tapped a command. New lines appeared - the Sentinel's maintenance requests. "We'll get to it as soon as we can. But as you can see, we're a bit overworked and short-staffed."

"I'm short-staffed myself," McCullen added, noting the position of the Sentinel on the list and frowning slightly. He was aware that his ship didn't take precedence over any other, and that every captain that came into this office probably thought as he did, this their own ships should be priority-one and at the top of the list, but it still rankled and he worried that pissing the chief of shipyard operations off was going to keep the Sentinel at the bottom of the list for some time. "But if there's anything I or my officers can do to assist, we're willing and fairly able."

"I'll keep that in mind," replied Hudson. "But I'm afraid the shipyard is strictly restricted to Base operations personnel. Your crew doesn't have the clearance to look around the shipyard for the spare parts you need. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm late for a staff briefing."

McCullen nodded, "thank you for your time, Commander Hudson," he gave the man another smile, then turned and walked out of the office. There was little he could do directly, Hudson was in effect a little king, in complete control of his own domain and if he chose to not make the Sentinel a priority, that was his prerogative. But if the captain thought that the Sentinel was being slighted or unduly slowed down for a second, he'd go over the operations officer's head without any qualms. First, he had another strategy to try - he tapped his comm badge,
=/\= "McCullen to Bast, meet me in Providence's officer's mess."

"On my way," came the Trill officer's voice.


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