Not good business

Posted on Mon Apr 8th, 2024 @ 3:47am by Lieutenant Quinnlin

482 words; about a 2 minute read

Mission: Blockade
Location: Cargo Bay

ON

Quinnlin was pacing about with the oversize PADD in hand, it was mostly because a normal PADD did not have the Memory he needed for his multi-tasking.

"Nasty Business... this is going to be a Nasty bit of trying to get supply and demand." He said aloud. "Replicators re only so good and I dare say that the Medical Section needs some of the natural remedies. These poor souls that are wounded and displaced after a cruel attack will need more replacements and with the influx of people the replicator activity would be bogged down for supplies that are readily available.

It would be a fine fine balance to keep production up to the level of demand. Plus the influx of lodging of one hundred plus people into Emergency Housing after the required Triage of Medical.

"Disrupting business like this is Sooo Kling-on in method ." Quinnlin said to himself. "Keeping levels and balancing over stocking is the fine line of all business; throw in a Blockade and it is suddenly Supply and Demand and things going in the Red." Shaking his head.

Pacing as he checked levels of medical stored supplies he was not going to check the Explosive; munitions had a delegated OPS person to make order and Quinnlin liked only having to monitor rather than getting close to things that go 'Boom."

He had many things to do ; his team that are assigned to this inventory were diligent in their duties and with some confidence Quinnlin knew it would be done n short order.

Suddenly Quinnlin had a thought in his head; a worry that crept in at the most unadvised thought pattern. T'Fang was in the forefront of his mind; she would be in danger also, enemy do not discern between Lounge Waitress and combatant.

SHe is the runt of her Litter; only five foot three but a scrappy Catian Female who favored skirts and thigh leggings that allow her better movement. With the short skirt the Lounge Manager and the Owners had them wear; T'Fang is a scrapper, not the youngest, just the Smallest of her siblings, but that nature of hers did deter men from 'Pinching or trying to touch her tail. She could scratch you in a whiling motion and not spill her tray.

T'Fang saw Quinnlin as her Mated One and was the only male allowed in her 'Den.' Of course Breeze was family to her since she took over running the Ten Forward.

This final few checks are all that stopped him from a quick visit. T'Fang is his treasure and a major source of his "Profits' being the best gift he received when T'Fang had attacked and pounced him seemingly out of the blue.

Quinnlin did not complain , he just accepted her affections as a gift she shared with him.

Five more minutes until a Lunch Break.

OFF

Lt Quinnlin
OPS

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