Redistribution of Supplies
Posted on Sun May 24th, 2015 @ 12:39pm by Lieutenant Commander Alexander Gunning & Commander Elliot Drake
Mission:
Prelude to War
Location: Cargo Bay 2 [Deck 5]
"Bring them over here!" Gunning shouted as another load of crates packed bursting with Type-II phasers materialised on the pad in front of him.
He motioned to two exhausted looking security crewmen who had been running crates from the cargo bay to the armoury for what felt like weeks but had actually only been a couple of hours. There were no site-to-site transports here; they couldn't spare the power.
"Right, that's Delta-Five-One-Oh and Delta-Five-One-One. Look alive lads, you've only got the rifles left to do." He told them with a twisted smile.
Elliot Drake watched the exchange from just inside the door. It had already been a rough day as he's been watching his science equipment taken away to make more room for weapons. Just getting their orders were one thing, but seeing it actually happen was something else. "How's it coming, Commander?"
"Slowly, Sir." Gunning reported with the same wry smile. The changeover was made slower by virtue of the fact that all of the equipment was being unloaded at the same time as the other equipment was coming aboard. It was a frustrating experience without a dedicated Operations manager. Every department found themselves having to deal with their own equipment. "We should have the ordnance loaded by later today and the additional torpedoes are due to be loaded tomorrow."
"Well, there's plenty of storage space for torpedoes in the empty probe racks," Drake replied with an air of contempt.
"You might get lucky." Gunning replied as another crate was pushed by him. "I've kept a few probes in reserve. They can be repurposed as torpedoes if need be, but you never know when they might come in handy. Don't worry Commander, just because all your personnel are being diverted off ship, you're not losing all your resources." Gunning winced slightly. "Yet."
"That would be nice. I'm hoping that this is all just a precaution, but news from the Alpha Quadrant hasn't exactly been good lately." Drake tried not to sound so disappointed, but he feared his career as an explorer was about to get cut short again. "If we're lucky, this will just blow over."
"This isn't going to blow over, I'm afraid." Gunning grimaced. He was absolutely certain now that before too long they would be at war. "If Starfleet thought that there was any chance of this blowing over we'd be on our way to Galactic South instead of gearing up with hand phasers."
"I'm afraid you're right, Commander." Elliot sighed. The realization that they were on the brink or war started to set in when he was given the order to clear the science department to make room for marines. "We were just at war with the Klingons and didn't mobilize like this. That doesn't bode well for anyone."
"Small fry in comparison I'm afraid." Gunning offered a weak smile- it was all he could think of. Clearly Commander Drake was a scientist- he seemed to have very little time for the idea of open conflict. "The Dominion will likely throw everything they've got at us in any opening salvo. We'll be lucky to mobilise enough fleets in time."
Elliot wasn't sure what else to say, so he only nodded. Gunning was right. The Dominion likely would through everything they had at them from the start. "We need to just make sure that we're ready then. I'll leave you to your work, Commander. Let me know if there are any problems."
"Aye, sir." Gunning nodded and immediately returned to berating Operations staff.
Commander Elliot Drake
Executive Officer
Lieutenant Commander Alec Gunning
Chief Security/Tactical Officer
