Getting Too It

Posted on Sun Apr 27th, 2025 @ 3:55pm by Lieutenant Commander Malcom Hunt

779 words; about a 4 minute read

Mission: Season 1, Episode 2: War, Peace, And All That Jazz
Location: Operations Office

Lt. Commander Malcom Hunt entered the Operations Offices and made a direct line to his office. Since arriving to the station, he had literally been thrown into a meeting that he no clue about between two worlds that likely would be going to war, unless the Federation could everything back on track. Looking around at what was now his office, he could see some of the touches around the office from its previous Chief Operations Officer, Lieutenant Kate Ross. In all honesty, he had no clue why she was no longer here after a few months on post. And from what he was hearing there was someone prior to her that spent even less time in this position.

Honestly it was a bit concerning knowing that people were leaving from this post so quickly. But in a way that only made Malcom more inclined to step up to the challenge. He just wished that he had a much better understanding on what those challenges were. Especially considering that he brought his family here. The Klingon Empire was making moves to expand their borders and the Federation was here trying set up trade lines and possible add more worlds for a possible membership. Eventually this would put K-9 likely on the frontlines of an inevitable conflict in his opinion.

Spotting a crate that had been delivered containing his own belongings. Hunt opened it and started placing the contents on his desk. There was a holo photo of Kimberly, Marques and himself from their last vacation to the Philippines, along with a few plaques and awards from previous assignments. Over the next 30 minutes, Malcom carefully and strategically placed all the items where he
deemed necessary. After being satisfied with his choices, he sat down at his desk pulling out the personnel files of the Operations Department.

The Commander simply frowned as he scrolled through various personnel files that were overdue. Immediately this would have to be one of the first things he would need to get started. Department Heads taking over had thirty days to get things up to speed. After those thirty days, the blame fell on him. Looking at the additional PADDs stacked on his desk. Malcom began going through the request. Operation Departments, especially on space stations tended to be busier than most departments and with the large number of merchants and civilians this one was extremely in need of operations personnel to handle everyone little request. Pulling out the first which happened to be from the Rheuysian Embassy complaining about the lighting and unknown that could barely be heard coming from the vents. But nonetheless, it was an issue they wanted resolved ASAP.

Next PADD consist of a merchant from a restaurant wanting the doors fixed, stating that it was opening entirely too slow. The next order on his desk was from the Eifie Embassy. Complaints regarding the replicators and how the food was tasting as good as upon their initial arrival on the station. Taking a look at the remaining PADDs, Hunt quickly moved them into three separate piles. Tapping the panel on his desk, he called for Ensigns Treul, Dartano and Alexander. Within a minute, he heard the chime at his door going off.

"Come on in," the Commander summoned.

As the door opened, three Ensigns entered immediately approaching the desk where he sat. Treuel was a Bolian male, Dartano a Human female and Alexander a Human male. All were clearly a year or two removed from the Academy. "Look here I don't really have time for a whole lot of formalities right now. From what I can tell this Department is behind on things, so the whole getting to know you all process is going to be delayed for a while. Its nothing personnel, but we have serious business to take care of. Do you three understand?"

"Yes Sir," the three responded on unison.

"Excellent," Malcom continued. "The three of you each will take a stack of these PADDs and assign task to the Enlisted personnel you will need to complete it ASAP. After you get done quickly assigning those tasks, I for each of you to send me your availability so I can go over performance reports and let you all know my expectations on how I need things to be around here."

The Ensigns all looked at each other before, nodding their acknowledge of the task assigned to them. Reaching over they all grabbed a stack. Hunt simply smiled at all of them. If there was one thing that he had learned to do well was the art of delegation.

"Alright dismissed."

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Lt. Commander Malcom Hunt
Chief Operations Officer
Deep Space K-9

 

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