IKC FHew 7C6110
In the belly of the Whale – Venting Spleen
by HoD Ro' Matlh & Soghla' Marie St. Helene
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,'. St. Helene to Ro’Matlh. What do you think you’re doing? Half the crew are doing my job and doing it very badly. If you want a quartermaster, fine; you’ve got a quartermaster. If you don’t; tell me and I’ll go find a ship that does. You took me on for my contacts, not to look pretty on the bridge. If you want the latter, get some airhead with big tits – I’m sure even you can find someone like that. The Federation has a long history of those types. Meanwhile, let me get on with my job and stop sending out others to procure supplies. One, it’ll cost you a lot more. Two, you won’t get the same quality. Three, when something goes wrong – and believe me it will – you won’t have any comeback. ,'.
,'. Beq Marie, If you have a complaint come and say it to my face. That way I can break your unattractive nose for challenging my orders. I told you to dump waste and gather supplies. That includes food stuffs for the targ. If we run out, we can feed it your pathetic mewlings. ,'.
This sort of aggressive banter was not uncommon between the Captain and his Quarter master. The Captain didn't want to be bothered if things went wrong, he just wanted someone to blame if they ran out of Blood wine or self sealing Stum-Bolts.
St. Helene turned to the crew-woman loading supplies into the shuttle. “You!” she snapped, “What did you say your name is?”
“Crew-woman Jameson,” the woman replied. There was a distinct edge of intimidation and fear to her voice, laced with intense dislike. St. Helene smiled. She liked it when lackeys felt intimidated – it meant they worked faster. She rather enjoyed creating fear too. As for being disliked – she cared not a jot for how anyone felt about her. They could love her or loathe her, it made no difference. Truth be told, it was more often loathing than loving – she couldn’t remember the last person who truly loved her.
“Move your arse, Jameson! You still have three crates to load and I should have been out of here five minutes ago.”
“But....”
“Shut the … up. I’m not interested in whiny excuses, only in results. Move!”
Ro' watched the docking bay feed from the internal monitors. The human female had come as a pleasant surprise. She had landed the job by breaking the jaw of the previous quarter master. She wasn't afraid of Klingons and she respected the house of Matlh. One day, though, he expected he would have to kill her for letting her mouth run off like that. Such a pity.
,'. Ro' to Marie. We have our funding and we will be making a trip to Romulan space for some supplies we are missing. See me when you are back on board. ,'.
by HoD Ro' Matlh & Soghla' Marie St. Helene
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| Title | Venting Spleen | |
| Mission | In the belly of the Whale | |
| Author(s) | HoD Ro' Matlh & Soghla' Marie St. Helene | |
| Posted | Tue Feb 09, 2010 @ 12:20pm | |
| Location | Cargo bay attached to Docking Bay 14 | |
| Timeline | 15 minutes after docking at SB 611 |
,'. Beq Marie, If you have a complaint come and say it to my face. That way I can break your unattractive nose for challenging my orders. I told you to dump waste and gather supplies. That includes food stuffs for the targ. If we run out, we can feed it your pathetic mewlings. ,'.
This sort of aggressive banter was not uncommon between the Captain and his Quarter master. The Captain didn't want to be bothered if things went wrong, he just wanted someone to blame if they ran out of Blood wine or self sealing Stum-Bolts.
St. Helene turned to the crew-woman loading supplies into the shuttle. “You!” she snapped, “What did you say your name is?”
“Crew-woman Jameson,” the woman replied. There was a distinct edge of intimidation and fear to her voice, laced with intense dislike. St. Helene smiled. She liked it when lackeys felt intimidated – it meant they worked faster. She rather enjoyed creating fear too. As for being disliked – she cared not a jot for how anyone felt about her. They could love her or loathe her, it made no difference. Truth be told, it was more often loathing than loving – she couldn’t remember the last person who truly loved her.
“Move your arse, Jameson! You still have three crates to load and I should have been out of here five minutes ago.”
“But....”
“Shut the … up. I’m not interested in whiny excuses, only in results. Move!”
Ro' watched the docking bay feed from the internal monitors. The human female had come as a pleasant surprise. She had landed the job by breaking the jaw of the previous quarter master. She wasn't afraid of Klingons and she respected the house of Matlh. One day, though, he expected he would have to kill her for letting her mouth run off like that. Such a pity.
,'. Ro' to Marie. We have our funding and we will be making a trip to Romulan space for some supplies we are missing. See me when you are back on board. ,'.