09-29-2023, 09:35 PM
>>Officer's Quarters>>
==Post-Briefing & Waverider Timeline==
Benjamin walked into Engineering, and to say he caused a bit of a stir was an understatement. In the plain black jumpsuit, and well armed to boot, he wasn't exactly dressed for a normal workday. However, he wasn't in the mood to answer the questions raised by the various eyebrows. Instead, he walked through and simply called out, "Lieutenant Sanderson, my office please." He didn't stop to see if the newly minted LT followed, or if he hesitated; he didn't need to know. He just needed him to come eventually.
Stepping into his office, he turned to the side table and stopped for a moment. He kept his own projects there, but it was also where he stowed most of his personal gear. Currently, he was working on a small modified phaser, designed to be half the size of a regular pistol but still deliver full-power shots. He was still in development on it, so it didn't go with him, but he started to pack up his tools from it. He didn't think he'd need to work on something that small, but he wanted to be prepared just in case. They had a small roll-up case they went in, which got stowed in a pocket on his calf.
"You wanted to see me, sir?" Sanderson said from behind him.
Benjamin didn't look up; he continued down the bench to his larger equipment, checking power levels on gear and making sure his kit was good. "You've probably figured out something big is going on," he told the man. "About a dozen of us will be out of pocket for a while, which leaves Engineering headless."
"I guess Ori picked a hell of a time to leave," Sanderson said wryly. Benjamin sent a smirk over his shoulder just in time to see the younger officer rub a hand across his forehead; he was probably still nursing a hangover from last night. Benjamin was just glad that his own had faded under the weight of the mission ahead. He simply didn't have time for it.
"That she did," he said, and continued throwing tools and gear into his case. "However, you won't have much time to curse her or her timing, considering her absence means I'm leaving you in charge."
"Me sir?" he asked. "Why?"
"Because I need someone I can trust," Benjamin said. "I need someone that knows the way that the department works and the personnel in it, and I need someone who can get the job done if it comes down to it." He left unsaid the fact that both of them knew: You're the only one left who fits that bill at all.
Fortunately, Sanderson just nodded. "Yes, sir. I won't let you down."
Benjamin snapped his kit closed and zipped up the small duffel with the remainder of his gear, and slung both on his shoulders. "I know you won't," he said with a smile. "Just hold down the fort, follow Lieutenant Morgan's orders, and don't break anything."
Sanderson just smiled and chuckled. "Aww," he mock cried. "I was gonna break the replicators as soon as you beamed off."
Benjamin just walked on out of his office. "If you do that, just make sure it's fixed before someone tries to get their coffee."
>>Elsewhere>>
==Post-Briefing & Waverider Timeline==
Benjamin walked into Engineering, and to say he caused a bit of a stir was an understatement. In the plain black jumpsuit, and well armed to boot, he wasn't exactly dressed for a normal workday. However, he wasn't in the mood to answer the questions raised by the various eyebrows. Instead, he walked through and simply called out, "Lieutenant Sanderson, my office please." He didn't stop to see if the newly minted LT followed, or if he hesitated; he didn't need to know. He just needed him to come eventually.
Stepping into his office, he turned to the side table and stopped for a moment. He kept his own projects there, but it was also where he stowed most of his personal gear. Currently, he was working on a small modified phaser, designed to be half the size of a regular pistol but still deliver full-power shots. He was still in development on it, so it didn't go with him, but he started to pack up his tools from it. He didn't think he'd need to work on something that small, but he wanted to be prepared just in case. They had a small roll-up case they went in, which got stowed in a pocket on his calf.
"You wanted to see me, sir?" Sanderson said from behind him.
Benjamin didn't look up; he continued down the bench to his larger equipment, checking power levels on gear and making sure his kit was good. "You've probably figured out something big is going on," he told the man. "About a dozen of us will be out of pocket for a while, which leaves Engineering headless."
"I guess Ori picked a hell of a time to leave," Sanderson said wryly. Benjamin sent a smirk over his shoulder just in time to see the younger officer rub a hand across his forehead; he was probably still nursing a hangover from last night. Benjamin was just glad that his own had faded under the weight of the mission ahead. He simply didn't have time for it.
"That she did," he said, and continued throwing tools and gear into his case. "However, you won't have much time to curse her or her timing, considering her absence means I'm leaving you in charge."
"Me sir?" he asked. "Why?"
"Because I need someone I can trust," Benjamin said. "I need someone that knows the way that the department works and the personnel in it, and I need someone who can get the job done if it comes down to it." He left unsaid the fact that both of them knew: You're the only one left who fits that bill at all.
Fortunately, Sanderson just nodded. "Yes, sir. I won't let you down."
Benjamin snapped his kit closed and zipped up the small duffel with the remainder of his gear, and slung both on his shoulders. "I know you won't," he said with a smile. "Just hold down the fort, follow Lieutenant Morgan's orders, and don't break anything."
Sanderson just smiled and chuckled. "Aww," he mock cried. "I was gonna break the replicators as soon as you beamed off."
Benjamin just walked on out of his office. "If you do that, just make sure it's fixed before someone tries to get their coffee."
>>Elsewhere>>