SD 05/22/04 - "Supply-Side Economics" A couple crew members finaly got promotions, but regretably, things on the ship are deteriorating to the point they'll have little time to celebrate.
Malfunctions concerning the computer programing have not gotten any better, and if amything have gotten worse. Lott was working on something when I arrived to give her/him the news not only of the promotion of rank, but being made Chief Engineer. It seems Demian Tempres' actions finally reached the other ends of the Starfleet beaucracy, and he was removed from duty and placed on "Medical Leave." For the moment, he's still on the ship. But a shuttle could show up any time to remove him, and in likelyhood he'll be gone when we reach starbase again.
In the middle of my talk with Lott however came more bad news. We were due to dock with a supply ship, which we were looking forward to to replenish equipment and real food fouled up by recent computer trouble. However, as Lt. Orlan notified me, they weren't here to deliver but to take! By the time I got to the main storage room, the last of the containers and the man from the other ship were being beamed out, along with my clothes! Orlan already had the shirt off his back beamed off. Calling the Bridge, they told me the supply ship Jesse James had gone into warp, and I ordered them to follow it. Getting new clothes was a problem as when we asked the replicator for new uniforms, it gave us girls' skirts, and blouses with bows! Orlan made some kind of "Sailor Melvin" comment, whatever that means. Trying again, he got some jacket studded with shinies. I got a uniform, but it was a little on the small side, especially the pelvic section.
I also got a comm from Lera asking about if the counseling session could be right now. I told her Ennin, the one she was hoping for, was busy with looking over Tempres' record. We'd have to take it with Lynx. She agreed, "but only if she'll behave." Good grief, not that again. Another issue to work out. But first things first. I had to deliver Tarra's promotion.
When I got to Lynx & Tarra Nebbendi's quarters, however, they metioned something about a gravity problem before the door opened. Without as much as a step forward, I felt myself floating up and falling inside anyway. Indeed the place had some signs of some mishaps due to gravity being knocked off, but there was also this ... odd scent. Tarra seemed happy and Lynx was ... rather frisky. Their condition must be giving them mood swings, albeit happy ones. Still, not wanting to get into a compromising position, I resolved to just give Tarra the small box with the pips, give congratulations, and leave. I never got past the congratulations part. Tarra was so thrilled, she insited on giving me a great big hug, and Lynx joined right in. Pinned between them, I lost consciousness.
Another day of life on the Freedom