[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=00C5CD]Friedrich Knochengeiger[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]http://i.imgur.com/Kk1Wef1.jpg[/img][hr][b][color=00C5CD]Location:[/color][/b] Retribution Rec. Room -> Medbay -> Bridge[hr][/center]
The smell of strong coffee entered a sudden all-out war against the smell of anesthetics when the doctor returned to the medbay. He put his own mug on the desk, and offered another, made precisely to the nurse's liking, as trade for the report in his hands. He was met with an apprehensive look that he cherished and despised simultaneously (since it meant that the man both knew his place and was unworthy of anything more).

[color=00C5CD][b]"It's too early for bad news."[/b][/color] he stated firmly, pushed the mug against the young man's chest and used the short moment of confusion to whip the clipboard out of his hands.[i] Of course[/i]. All supplies that were marked for restock after that cursed requisitions replacement were running late. The man simply [i]didn't care[/i] for schedule. It was the worst kind of incompetence.

The doctor rested the cliboard on the desk and took a long whiff of his brew, the bittersweet, heavy, dark spiciness mixing with the sharp, uncomfortable, penetrating smell of lab alcohol. He has been experimenting with his blend lately, to find a way for the alcohol to actually [i]improve[/i] the smell. No luck so far. But the coffee was still damn good.

[color=00C5CD][b]"I will get this to the captain."[/b][/color] He lifted the clipboard after finishing the mug in a wholesome swig. [color=00C5CD][b]"You make sure the loading crew are aware of what we are missing."[/b][/color] It was the best kind of deals. The bottom of the food chain felt more at home with one another, and they could never get his instructions right anyway. Besides, he wasn't aware of all the details of the upcoming launch, and if this was an actual disaster there was no need to pit anyone else against the captain. With this in mind, he pushed himself away from the desk and headed towards the bridge, in hope of finding Quinn there.

[color=00C5CD][b]"Captain."[/b][/color] He called from the entrance to the bridge. [color=00C5CD][b]"The medbay logistics report is complete. Some critical supplies are missing. We are [i]assured[/i] it is a matter of an hour at the most."[/b][/color] This was army code for 'two hours at least'. At least he thought it was.