Subject: Grail: The Great Brightness - KitchenOps
- Continued after the Meeting -
- Joint Post by Corvette Hunt, Vincent Rogers and Frobo -
" So, you want some recreation in the mess hall, Mr. Frobo? " Corvette
asked inquisitively. Let's go talk to your head cook, Mr. Rogers and
see what he has to say about this.
Frobo stood there, looking at Corvette with a curious expression.
He couldn't help but notice a slight change in Corvette's skin tone.
Was this natural? Frobo was about to ask Corvette about it, but
decided it was best to leave stuff like that alone. He might end
up like that time with the drunken Bolian before he came to
Starfleet.
" Sure. He don't like visitors much, but I'm sure he won't mind if
you help him out with whatever he's doing."
"As I understand correctly, he is in sickbay, is that correct?"
"Yeah...I mean yes sir. They have some kind of field that keeps us
from getting sick, or so he says. It took a couple of minutes for
them to clean the PADD he gave me."
"Good. Let's go there then."
They both began walking towards sickbay. Corvette Hunt was walking
ahead, scanning every passing officer, every room, every corridor as
he was getting closer and closer to it's destination. ** What would
this little devil is up to? ** Corvette thought as he reached the
doors of sickbay.
Frobo walked quietly behind Corvette, humming a little Andorian song
he heard one time. Unfortunately, he couldn't remember how it all
went, so he resorted to humming the first few bars over and over
again.
"Here Mr. Frobo. Put this containment gear on. It will prevent you
from catching the disease."
Frobo took the suit and began trying it on. After putting on both
sleeves, he realized that he was putting the leg sleeves around his
arms. Blushing a slight blue, he took off the suit and tried once
again. After sliding the suit on, he made a little comment on how
many fasteners and straps were on the suit.
Finally, it all came down to putting on the helmet. Frobo took the
helmet and placed it firmly on his head. Looking around, it reminded
him of the holodeck program for the Earth moon landing. It wasn't
exactly the program he wanted, but it was fun anyway.
"This is one small step for man, one giant leap for...I can never
remember that one."
"Finally!" Corvette said as he had waited patiently for the little man
to put on his gear for the last 10 or so minutes. "Let's go in!"
As they entered sickbay, the view it depicted was truly pathetic.
People there where moaning in agony, or sleeping as if waiting for the
doctor to either save them or terminate their miserable lives. Even to
Corvette, who was in the eyes of many of the crewmembers a sadistic,
cruel and heartless person, (not that he wasn't), this was a spectacle
that just made him sad, and almost wanna go outthere and get out from
the scene as soon as possible. He extended his arm towards Frobo, both
to confort him as he was merely a child, to protect him, and also to
prevent him from running away.
Frobo looked around at all the sick people. The sight was almost enough
to make him cry. These people looked like they could really use some
cheering up, being connected to so much machinery and all. No wonder
Vincent wanted to make some sort of hologram thingy for entertainment.
"Let's go see your boss right away, kid." Corvette said as he saw the
look of dispair and tear's filled eyes from the little one.
They quickly reached Vincent Rogers, who was currently asleep. As
Frobo reached in to wake him up Corvette walked to the side of the
bed, reached for his pad, and verified Roger's physical condition.
Vincent slowly comes out of his sleep, fluttering his eyes as he
turns around. During his first moments of awakedness, he noticed
two forms standing over his bed. One of them was blue, which meant
that either Frobo was back from the meeting, or he forgot the
directions. The other figure was more human, but that was all he
could tell from first glance. Rubbing his eyes, things became much
clearer.
"Hey boss. You're looking better. Oh, I brought you some company.
This nice man wants to help you with some of the things."
Vincent's eyes jumped from Frobo to Corvette, trying to register the
situation. Why had Frobo brought the OPS officer here? He had heard
how some times they spy on people. Did they know his plans? Was
Lt. Comm. Hunt here to take him away? Vincent let some of his emotions
be known through the surprised look he gave Corvette.
"Let's get on to business then. But not here. Let's get out of sickbay
and go somewhere else."
=/\= "Hunt to Transporter room 4. Site to site transport to Mr.
Vincent Rogers quarters. 3 to beam there. Energize!" =/\
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As they materialized there, Frobo helped his chief get to a nearby
chair and helped him sit down. Afterwards, Frobo looked around
his chief's room, since it was his first time here. He couldn't
imagine how someone could live with absolutely no decoration in
their room.
Vincent let Frobo aid him over to the chair. Not completely sure
of Hunt's motives, he thought this would be a good time to avoid
the situation with a sick ploy.
"I don't think this is a good idea bringing me away from Sickbay.
I'm not feeling that well." Vincent said, punctuating his sentence
with a hacking cough.
"Look here, Mr. Rogers. Your viral count is not as high as many other
crewmembers. Besides, I don't want to hear any more complaints from
you, nor any of your staff members. You have asked me for some
recreational facilities to be installed on your food court. That is
something I am not willing to do because of this." Corvette furnished
up a pad, and Rogers bio was on it. Starfleet's sentence towards
Rogers was highlighted.
Vincent gave Corvette a curious look, not even bothering to look at
the display on the PADD. Recreational facility in the mess hall?
Hmmm, it looked like Frobo came up with a better cover for the holo-
graphic equipment than he had. Not looking a gift horse in the mouth,
Vincent nodded his head.
"But it's not for me. It's for the rest of the crewmembers to enjoy.
It seemed to me a good way to liven up this...this crypt with warp
nacelles attached."
"That may be true, however, I'm willing to make an exception, but it
will come with a price. Mr. Frobo, will you be so kind to wait
outside? Thank you."
Frobo's eyes quickly glanced to Vincent, as if seeking his permission
to go out and play. Vincent nodded to Frobo and told him to go on.
Receiving the proper signal, Frobo turned on his heels and walked out
the room. As the doors closed behind him, an uncontrollable shiver
took hold of him as he shook off the eerie feeling in that room.
"I have three conditions. If you are willing to fulfill them all, then
so be it. I will extend your computer privileges a little more. You
won't have access to a holodeck, but I'll give you full access to
the communication's grid. Not the restricted version, of you only
communicating with a restricted and registered number of persons.
I'll even throw in a level 16 library computer security clearance.
That's the same restrictions a 17 year old terran has. You'll be able
to read, and educate yourself, in a wide variety of subjects, perhaps
even more that your lifespan permits. That is my offer."
Vincent listened carefully to Corvette's words. His eyes lighted up
as Corvette spoke, especially at the terms "extend your computer
privileges" and "level 16 library computer security clearance."
This would definitely take off 6 months of hacking time. That is,
when he could come across a minicomputer.
"What do I have to do?"
"Very well, this are my conditions. First, I don't want to see you
again in sickbay, nor any of your staff, unless it's because you have
died or have been seriously injured. Not because of a plague brought
onboard. Second. I want yours and your staff full cooperation with
both me and my officers in any endeavor that we ask of you. No
matter how illogical, irreverent or stupid the task is, I want it
performed without any objections. I won't put you in ridicule or
anything. Just call it, well, that we are preparing for the future.
Third. Last, but not least, I want every Sunday, at 23:00 hours that
you and your staff prepare a banquet for me and my inner staff. I
want it to have fresh food when possible. If that's not so, then I
want you to replicate the food, but prepare the meal manually, like
before replicator technology was developed. It must contain a little
bit from all cultures present, and if someone has a special request,
you'll grant him and prepare the mealing accordingly. This is my
conditions."
Vincent nodded his head listening to Corvette's conditions. The first
condition might be a little sticky, especially since the reason he was
in sickbay wasn't for the illness. The second condition he dismissed
as 'spookwork', like planting listening devices under tables and such.
The last one might actually be fun. That is, if he could stay awake
long enough to do it. Thinking about that made him crave another dose
of verbocain, but with spooks and medical staff watching him, that
wouldn't be a wise move.
"And of course, I don't want anyone else to know about this, not even
the captain. Is that understood? Or else, I'll remove this privileges,
and make your life a hell more complicated. However, I don't think it
necessary for me to threaten you, for I see it in your eyes that you
are not going to pass up this offer. What do you say?"
"I'll do it." Vincent said, and continued before Corvette could say
anything else, "I just hope the computer lets you do it."
Noticing the curious look from Corvette, Vincent explained, "It's not
everyday Starfleet gives someone sub-human status. I'm guessing that
they probably went to the trouble to make sure I don't rise above
that."
"Don't worry about it. My clearance and authorities can make up for it,
besides, I'm a far better computer specialist, and for that matter, a better
hacker than you, so I'll give you a lot more obstacles than Starfleet can
put you in order for you to make a security breach even remotely possible.
But I'll let you keep trying to find a loophole, as you have been planning
to do."
With that, and a devil's smile in his face, Corvette turned around and left
the room, not before watching little Frobo getting back into the room to
talk to his boss.
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