-= SB Bragg =- The trio of men walked with a deadly purpose towards the station's armory. They zoomed by other officers, expertly avoiding them, sometimes calling glances at them as they inpolitely passed by, not speaking to anyone, or caring for that matter. The man in charge wanted his rifles. "Gentlemen, poker faces." Okrin mentioned to Bennett and Richards, as they passed the door of the armory. The two others had cracked up seeing Nejor head himself to see a lowly NCO and find out about the missing rifles, like shooting a fly with a bazooka. They made an effort to remain serious. They stopped, waiting at the counter, to be served by the NCO in charge. They had not waited a second that the armory's chief came to them. "Good morning sir" He said cheery, rarely seeing Officers come to his 'shop'. "Good morning, Sgt. Do you have a lack of TR-116s and type IIIb phaser rifles?" Okrin asked him right away. The man's smile faded. "No sir." He replied, unsure of the meaning of what was being said. "It seems you have, son." Okrin said. "I have requested my armory to be stocked with weapons I would need. Most got there except these. Why is that?" Okrin said, unsmilling, staring through the sgt standing behind the computer console. The Sgt fumbled, starting to get nervous. He called up an inventory and saw that they where well stocked in the requseted weapons. "I... I don't understand we have plenty here, Sir." Okrin shaked his head. "Then you're not doing your job right, Sgt. I don't care who did my department request but they did a mistake so you did a mistake. You are in more swhite than you think son, on my ship it happens that the Bragg CO's son-in-law." He pointed to Richards. "Is serving under me and the Bragg's Sgt major's best buddy." He pointed to Bennett. "Is my Sgt. I do recommend you fix that mistake now and no report on your incompetence will be drafted." Okrin did not like to lie like this but sometimes it got the job done, besides the look on the sgt's face as he paled was priceless. The Sgt had not waited time, as he was blasted, he recalled the equipment request from the chimera and had gotten the necessairy rifles beamed straight to the ship's armory. "It is a corrected mystake, Sir, a misread, I'm sure, nothing personal, Sir" The sgt reported, regaining some colors. Bennett took a look at an updated inventory report from the armory staff on the ship, all rifles where accounted for. He nodded to Okrin, who turned back to the Sgt. "Good work, sgt." He smiled again. "Thank you for your time." He said as he moved towards the door, closing the march. "Say hello to the base CO, Brigadier Reeves for me, when you see him." Okrin told the Sgt as he was passing the door. "Who's Brigadier Reeves?" The sgt replied as he turned towards the door, but nobody was there to reply. As the trio walked more casually this time, headed for the ship, Richards spoke first. "Did I really had to be the Co's son-in-law?" He asked jokingly. "Yes, Richards, you had to be." Okrin replied seriously, before cracking into a smirk. "Next time I'll let you choose your role then." He said, fainting annoyance, but being poor at it. "It took exactly a minute." Richards said. Okrin turned to him. "For what?" He asked him. "To take care of that problem, it took a minute, from our entry to our exit." Richards replied, smiling. "Well, that's it, sir." Bennett reported. "We have all the equipment we need, all rifles, ammo, personal kit, everything the department needs. Ninety percent of our systems are online, should be complete within a few hours. Every head in the department has reported in, all ODAs are formed and will start the duty shifts as soon as the ship leaves dock." He read from the hand-sized PADD he seemed to be carrying everywhere he went. Okrin carried on too, but only when he did not have a Sgt following him. Major Nejor Okrin Chief of Security/ ODA Commander USS Chimera