SEC #4
Flex, to answer TI-JO, since I'm actually currently in Med Tech...
Roy paused at the question, the flicker of annoyance in his eyes gone in a fraction of a second as he mentally reset from addressing the possible existence of enemy agents on board to assuring a new crew member about duties.
He turned around. "Well, corporal, we've made it standard practice to not assign new personnel to duty until we've had a chance to get a measure of them. The events that played out in the Tunnel run illustrate why. Lapses in judgment, physical shortcomings, inability to adapt to the Hermes' operational practices...we've had problems with all of them in the past, so I don't plug anyone into the roster until I'm at least mildly confident that they won't screw the pooch in some spectacular fashion." If the colloquialism escaped TI-JO's comprehension, Roy didn't show any signs of slowing down to explain it.
"You'll start getting duty assignments tomorrow, and you'll be paired with an experienced crew member who can familiarize you with the section of the ship you're working in and how to handle the more common issues. For now, you're on your own time...I'd suggest getting familiar with the ship's overall layout and how to get around. Avoid restricted areas...should be easy enough, because there will be armed guards telling you to proceed no further...listen to them when they say that, because they have absolutely no humor about people wandering through their areas. If you find any regular Security troopers walking patrol, ask questions...get to know the people you'll be working with."
And, mentally, he apparently shifted gears, as his brows started to knit slightly. "Now, I have a potential situation I have to assess, so I'm sorry I can't answer more questions or offer advice. Ffolkes and Sakura, there, may be able to provide more insights."
His scowl deepened as he turned and headed off.
End Flex