Archives-backup pharmacy/The place of relief
"You can't just come in here Smokey!"
"I know that, I'm straight off seeing Tandy, and I got a chit!" Niels was doing a rotation in the pharmacy? I guess Marsha was busy someplace else...
"Let me see the chit, ok here you are, migraine ampuls, quantity five."
"My chit says ten!"
"I only got five here, you gotta come back later, when Marsha's around, the rest are still under lock."
"Argh, well ok, I got enough for today anyways, I only need the other five for tomorrow."
"Sorry, I have no idea where she is..." He gave her a new chit, for the missing half of the dose.
"Yes! Yes! Yes! Again! Don't stop!" Marsha screamed, she didn't mind bringing a date to her cubicle, humble though it may be, but officer's accomodations were nicer. "You didn't have too hard of a time, to get someone to spell you at the pharmacy?" "No, once I got the medical leave for 24 hrs, the regs basically say 'talk to the commissar' to anyone who wants to refuse..." She said, smiling wickedly at the commissar, who returned the smile, neither of them wearing very much at the moment.
"Hey Marsha, feeling better?" "Yeah, thanks, what is it Smokey?" "I came over, but Niels didn't have the keys, so he gave me this chit?" "Oh, missing ampuls, for a migraine? This paperwork's all wrong, I'm going to have to string him up the mast..." "Aw, but can't you?" "He filed the original from Tandy properly, so you're in luck, I can see this is all his mistake, not yours." "Oh, thanks. Was it a migraine?" "What?" ""What you got, you were on medical..." "Sheesh, I don't poke in your medical file, why do you all feel ok with poking into mine?" Marsha's skin flared an angry red, thankfully masking some embarassment. "Aw, you know we just worry about you, you had perfect attendance for so long, you miss a day, we think you caught something..." "Mind your own businesses, please. Sheesh, Tandy is sworn to secrecy for a reason..."
"You going to be ok, Marsh?" "I'll be fine, just needed a few days, I've not been letting the other officers pick up enough shifts." "I was told, Niels says it's the most boring duty in the entire camp, and you have to lock yourself into the place?" "Between the valuables, the pharmacy, and the secret materials, I basically have to lock the place up, and make sure there's someone there at all times to burn the papers, and evacuate the medicine and valuables if we ever get overrun." "And your backup?" "That'd be other NCOs if we had any with the necessary clearance. If every other officer but Michael gets killed, he could always just order them dispersed/burned/disposed of." "This is Michael we're talking about..." "Heh. You'd not think we're talking about one of the few commissars with a triple-skull..." "A triple-skull?" "Michael was there when this was the 8744th Montral Fusilliers, and one of the only survivors. Any decimated regiment's survivors gets an award of the order of the triple-skull. Most commissars who survive their regiment do so because they purged the regiment, not because they fought with it with such bravery Terra felt it was part of the reason the regiment should be re-founded." "Fancy that, we just saw that with the Van Doos..." "Who have a regimental history dating back to pre-unificatioin Terra! But ok, I'll grant you Michael knowing Carmine means they're in a pretty select club now." She sounded glum, even to herself. "Oh, wow. But Michael doesn't wear his medals?" "Most Commissars don't except with Mess Dress. Especially glum ones like triple-skulls, some people might get the wrong idea." "You know him pretty well?" "Michael? We've served together since the founding..." "Seems everyone senior in the regiment knew each other since way before then..." "Well, there are exceptions, but yeah, we went to scholam together. I remember Michael from theatre practice, which isn't the most awe-inspiring sight, but is a lot more endearing than you can possibly imagine..." They'd needed the lightest Juliette possible, which meant the not-classically beautiful Marsha had been chosen, just the memory of Michael fumbling his lines was enough to bring a goofy smile to her face... "Exceptions?" "Tandi, you, a few others..." "But Brador, Sophia, the like?" "Washed out, unlike Michael..." "Hard to imagine him succeeding where boss-budget failed..." "Think Commissar-General Verlaine Oktar wanted her to fail, command skills aren't the first thing you need in a commissar..." "No?" "Not unless they're dual-ranked, at least, or until they make at least Captain-Commissar." "Did Michael reach that yet?" "Yeah, according to his file, anyways." "Wait, you can see his file?" "Who do you think is the regimental archivist, exactly? And where would they hide from me, since the archives are co-located with my office, the pharmacy and the valuables safe?" "Oh, so you keep them, I guess?" "I also update every officer's dates of rank, I leave the non-coms and ncos, including mine, to others of course. But as senior NCO, I'm the only one who touches the copies of Sophia's and Michael's files here, I can't speak for copies at division HQ."
"Yes! Yes! Yes! Again! Don't stop!" Marsha screamed, she didn't mind bringing a date to her cubicle, humble though it may be, but officer's accomodations were nicer. "You didn't have too hard of a time, to get someone to spell you at the pharmacy?" "No, once I got the medical leave for 24 hrs, the regs basically say 'talk to the commissar' to anyone who wants to refuse..." She said, smiling wickedly at the commissar, who returned the smile, neither of them wearing very much at the moment.
"Hey Marsha, feeling better?" "Yeah, thanks, what is it Smokey?" "I came over, but Niels didn't have the keys, so he gave me this chit?" "Oh, missing ampuls, for a migraine? This paperwork's all wrong, I'm going to have to string him up the mast..." "Aw, but can't you?" "He filed the original from Tandy properly, so you're in luck, I can see this is all his mistake, not yours." "Oh, thanks. Was it a migraine?" "What?" ""What you got, you were on medical..." "Sheesh, I don't poke in your medical file, why do you all feel ok with poking into mine?" Marsha's skin flared an angry red, thankfully masking some embarassment. "Aw, you know we just worry about you, you had perfect attendance for so long, you miss a day, we think you caught something..." "Mind your own businesses, please. Sheesh, Tandy is sworn to secrecy for a reason..."
"You going to be ok, Marsh?" "I'll be fine, just needed a few days, I've not been letting the other officers pick up enough shifts." "I was told, Niels says it's the most boring duty in the entire camp, and you have to lock yourself into the place?" "Between the valuables, the pharmacy, and the secret materials, I basically have to lock the place up, and make sure there's someone there at all times to burn the papers, and evacuate the medicine and valuables if we ever get overrun." "And your backup?" "That'd be other NCOs if we had any with the necessary clearance. If every other officer but Michael gets killed, he could always just order them dispersed/burned/disposed of." "This is Michael we're talking about..." "Heh. You'd not think we're talking about one of the few commissars with a triple-skull..." "A triple-skull?" "Michael was there when this was the 8744th Montral Fusilliers, and one of the only survivors. Any decimated regiment's survivors gets an award of the order of the triple-skull. Most commissars who survive their regiment do so because they purged the regiment, not because they fought with it with such bravery Terra felt it was part of the reason the regiment should be re-founded." "Fancy that, we just saw that with the Van Doos..." "Who have a regimental history dating back to pre-unificatioin Terra! But ok, I'll grant you Michael knowing Carmine means they're in a pretty select club now." She sounded glum, even to herself. "Oh, wow. But Michael doesn't wear his medals?" "Most Commissars don't except with Mess Dress. Especially glum ones like triple-skulls, some people might get the wrong idea." "You know him pretty well?" "Michael? We've served together since the founding..." "Seems everyone senior in the regiment knew each other since way before then..." "Well, there are exceptions, but yeah, we went to scholam together. I remember Michael from theatre practice, which isn't the most awe-inspiring sight, but is a lot more endearing than you can possibly imagine..." They'd needed the lightest Juliette possible, which meant the not-classically beautiful Marsha had been chosen, just the memory of Michael fumbling his lines was enough to bring a goofy smile to her face... "Exceptions?" "Tandi, you, a few others..." "But Brador, Sophia, the like?" "Washed out, unlike Michael..." "Hard to imagine him succeeding where boss-budget failed..." "Think Commissar-General Verlaine Oktar wanted her to fail, command skills aren't the first thing you need in a commissar..." "No?" "Not unless they're dual-ranked, at least, or until they make at least Captain-Commissar." "Did Michael reach that yet?" "Yeah, according to his file, anyways." "Wait, you can see his file?" "Who do you think is the regimental archivist, exactly? And where would they hide from me, since the archives are co-located with my office, the pharmacy and the valuables safe?" "Oh, so you keep them, I guess?" "I also update every officer's dates of rank, I leave the non-coms and ncos, including mine, to others of course. But as senior NCO, I'm the only one who touches the copies of Sophia's and Michael's files here, I can't speak for copies at division HQ."
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