Jalb reached a hand across his desk and shook Murg's elongated fingers crisply. I think my prior experience in a cockpit as well as my intelligence background will lend themselves nicely to the task at hand today." I am the chief of staff for Vice Admiral Arithen Vodani, and well versed in many different skills and specialties. "Now, while we wait for that to get handled, introductions are in order." He gestured to himself, "I am Moggaz Murg, and as you can see by my rank bars, I am a Major. Pull a deck officer from the bridge if you have to." He put the comlink away and eyed both men simultaneously. Bring copious amounts of metallic lubricants. I need a maintenance person in Lieutenant Colonel Reynolds' quarters now. That would prove to be a security breach and that is also unacceptable." The Quarren Major revealed a comlink in his sleeve and brought it to his tentacled maw. That sound is completely unacceptable, and we cannot conduct the debriefings of the individuals with the doors wide open. "We are going to be conducting the pilot interviews in this office. "We agree it is unfortunate, but it is also very low on the level of importance considering the rest of the work that needs to be done to get this task force combat ready." Maintenance is aware of the issue." Jalb said sympathetically. "Yes, we were both just discussing the hinge on the door. Looking back slightly, he gestured toward the door. "Lieutenant Colonel, Commander," the Quarren said to both of the pilots in perfect basic as he strode into the room. A suction-fingered hand pushed it open slowly, revealing the unique squid-like appearance of the long-time enemy species of the Mon Calamari.Ī Quarren in the Alliance? Jalb hid the surprise from his face as best he could. The door opened slowly with yet another offensively loud protest, causing both men to shudder slightly. "Enter", Jalb said as he and Jedi stood slowly from their chairs, looking briefly at each other with an expression of uncertain expectation. "Speaking of the job, where is this new Chief of Staff? He's supposed to be here for the debriefs, right? Do we even know who it is yet?"Īs if on cue, another knock came at the door. "Ah, but it DOES get the job done, doesn't it?" His face sobered slightly. "Soon you'll be telling them to get off your lawn if you keep acting this grumpy." The entire Alliance, I mean Republic, is going soft I tell you." There is no reason something like this should still be an issue. "It's not like the Empire laid down and surrendered, and this rust pile wasn't even at Endor. You know most of the rank and file have probably been imbibing much more than they normally would," Jalb said with a smile. "Bill, it's only been a few weeks since Endor. We're a prototype ship to boot! We need to be running checks and rechecks with our own crews!" The quality of workmanship is slipping across the Alliance-er. These types of repairs should have been completed long before the ship even left drydock. "Understand, sure," Jedi grumbled, sliding slowly into the decommissioned pilot's couch from an old Y-wing. I'm sure you can understand that a squeaky hinge is extremely low on the totem pole for all of the maintenance teams as they continue to be shuttled over to the Sovereignty to finish the refits on the flagship.
"Hey Bill," Jalb winced, continuing, "Yeah, it's on the to-do list for maintenance here. The screech reverberated through the small room, proving that this strategy was just as useless as opening it slowly. "Guess it's not much better in this bucket of bolts the higher you go up in rank," he mumbled as he walked into the room slamming the door as quickly as possible to limit the length of the abrasive noise. He paused as the door opened fully and stared at the hinges responsible for the offensively loud noise. The door creaked loudly as it opened, revealing Commander Bill "Jedi" Morrison, the acting-wing XO. He straightened up in his chair and pulled at his uniform shirt and got some of the wrinkles out.
A knock at his door shook him from his sudden exhaustion. He absentmindedly swiped his finger up the datapad screen, sending the list scrolling wildly down the display at a breakneck pace without end. His desk held a datapad with a roster of pilots and support personnel a kilometer long, and it was his job to go through and interview all of them in the coming days. Lieutenant Colonel Chris "Jalb_k" Reynolds slumped in his chair with a heavy sigh.
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