The Meaning Of Command
Author: Chaoseternus
Chapter 2: Inspection
Captain Peters strode quickly, but quietly through the massive station, her SGC liaison and newly appointed second in command Captain Dodge USN and Ensign Tobias, her current personal assistant at her side as they looked for anything that breeched regulations, any safety issues, anything out of place really. This was an unscheduled inspection too, so they should catch the worst offenders red handed.
Peters strode into the enlisted mess without pausing, pushing the heavy steal door to one side with the ease of long practice. A Leading Rating glanced up to see who was entering and stiffened before jumping to her feet."Captain O' the Deck" she shouted. With muffled curses and groans, the crew filling the room jumped to their feet, snapping TV's off, dropping pool cues, and cards. "Inspection time everyone, stand at ease" Peters said loudly, projecting her voice through the room. The enlisted people shared uneasy glances, and shifted to the At Ease stance as Peter's and Dodge moved through the room, calling violations to the ensign, here at least they were few and far between, unless the enlisted quarters they had just come from. "Airmen Rogers, Paterson, Technician O'Malley, and Corporal Jones, Betting" Peters called out, then turned to the enlisted she had named with a sign, "Why money? If you had used cigarettes, sticks, anything bar money nothing would have been said but playing Cards for money?" she shook her head "Defaulters desk, tomorrow"
"Inspection Hatch 8-C2-149 damaged" Dodge called out.
The ensign checked the maintenance logs through her PDA, "No report"
"Log it"
Fifteen minutes later the three left the Enlisted mess having found 43 violations, an new low for a surprise inspection and made their way to the next target, the Fighter bays.
"Severe Violation, Outer and inner locks open" Dodge said sharply to the ensign as Peters cycled the inner lock closed with a curse and a glare. Heads would roll for that one. With that they strode into the fighter bays, closing the outer airlock as they passed through. "Severe Violation" Peters snapped out, "Failure to wear proper safety equipment, no goggles whilst welding, yes that means you Ensign! And you're supposed to be duty officer on this deck! Try setting a better example" "This could take awhile" Dodge added, glancing around the busy bay, his eyes picking up several violations to add to those already discovered. Whilst Peters didn't bother much with some of the regulations, she was murder on anything that could be taken as a safety hazard; an attitude Dodge had no problem with at all. He stiffened, his eyes latching onto a repair crew working on a Lancer 1IS. "Severe Violation!" he snapped to the ensign, "Welding a Lancer with missiles still attached"This looked like being a long day.
Peters sat down in her office with a groan. At least this inspection was over, but it had shown an increasing number of stupid mistakes, like that idiot welding a Lancer with the missiles still attached. They were receiving too many people who were half-trained, having been sent into the program as soon as they knew their arse from their elbows and it was causing problems, and would no doubt continue to do so. Well, she had a full defaulters table tomorrow to deal with, plus five new courts martial to arrange, and… A knock at her door interrupted her,
"Come in"