Arrivals

Posted on Fri Mar 6th, 2020 @ 4:46pm by Jennifer Coulson & Company Sergeant Major Jeffery "The Mountain" Duval

Mission: Mission 63: Second Nature
Location: Various Locations - USS Roanoke
Timeline: 0800Hrs - Feburary 21st, 2392

Command Sergeant Major Jeff Duval smiled as his new lounge manager walked through the door to start her first day on the job. "Mornin' Jeff... Whats going on?"

"Nothing... Other then breakfast that is.." Duval responded with a smile. "Its been quiet thus far but then its always steady." he explained. "Did you sleep well?"

"The ship is.... Well... How do I say it?" Coulson chuckled softly to let out the nervous energy she was feeling. "She's a.... flying scrapheap.."

"She does have her charms in her own unique way.." Duval responded with a smile.

"Oh?" the younger female inquired. "How so?"

"Well She might look like a bag of hammers on the outside but inside, she has heart... She has spirit."

"I'm... I guess I'm not seeing it." Coulson admitted quietly. "Is that bad?"

"No." Duval answered with a smile. "But then you don't have the same background and experiences with this ship that I myself do... Thats to be expected."

Coulson regarded him as she nodded slowly. "She could be worse... right?"

"Oh indeed so." came the response from Duval as he picked up a glass with one hand and a rag with the second as he set about wiping down the three dozen glasses before him. "You'll can expect to spend time polishing glasses as well as other items when you are between the breakfast rush and the lunch crowd." Duval explained.

"Sounds like running the average atypical bar." Coulson responded.

"Except for a few differences. We sell plushies here of various people.." he indicated the display which was full. "You'll be filling this about once a day... They are designed to look like various beings like the Kurokuri and some Caitians."

"Do they sell?" Coulson inquired as she regarded the display for herself.

"Oh yes. They do.. but mostly the people who wanted one have already gotten one... However the tourists and the curious also buy them..."

"Ahh I see." Coulson responded with a smile as one of the servers came over to them. "Hey Jeff... You asked to be informed of when the shipment arrived?"

"Thank you Marilyn." Duval answered. "We'll be there in a moment."

Marilyn nodded before she turned and departed. Coulson turned back to Duval. "She addressed you by name... She should address you with respect."

"She does address me with respect. I don't like being called Mister and I hate being addressed by rank by civilians. Its beneath me and it also grates on me..."

"Why is that?"

"Its that way because I respect everyone and I treat them equally. I address people by name to show respect to them. I do not treat people harshly, they are here to encourage my-this business and they are part of its lifeblood. If I treat them poorly, then thy will share those details with others and I will acquire a poor name as a result."

"You'll forgive me for saying this..-" Coulson paused as she spoke. "-But you sound more Klingon then human.."

"I have been called that before... I've also been called more Ferengi then human too." Duval shrugged. "It does not change how I operate."

"Fair enough... You lead by example.. You treat everyone the same so there are no games, no office politics.."

"See.. You didn't think you would understand my business practices.." Duval responded. "However I am not sure if you would continue them.. I am still unsure."

Coulson smiled. "Oh I think I have much to learn from you." she responded. "Come, we'd best not keep your or rather ... Our supplier waiting."

With that he went out of his office. Coulson smiled as she likewise followed him out the door.