"I need those supplies on board, and I needed them yesterday!" Passing crewmembers gave the irate commander and his hapless target a wide berth as they streamed through the shuttlebay, getting an earful nevertheless. "What don't you get," Continued Alex, ranting at the loadmaster, "About temperature sensitive medication? I spoke to you two days ago, and you guaranteed, GUA-RAN-TEED, me that my vaccines would arrive today. And NOW you're telling me that they're sitting on a loading dock, along with the rest of my requisition!? And that you don't exactly know WHEN they'll be getting here?" Grabbing the register out of the man's hands, he scrolled down the list, muttering, "Let's see what could be more important than the drugs meant to keep you alive..."
Having been onboard for the past month overseeing the final installations in sickbay, the doctor was frustrated of being constantly 're-prioritized'. Now, so close to slipping the moorings, his supply room was still practically empty. They couldn't even turn operating lights on because the specialized bulbs hadn't arrived. Finally seeing his equipment and consumable requests halfway down the screen, Alex thrust the device back towards the loadmaster. "Damnit man, we've about to shove off and my sickbay is running on supplies meant for a skeleton crew. Why on Earth would you think extra phasers should be brought onboard before- Oh never mind." Turning away in disgust, Alex stomped off towards the turbolifts calling back, "Get your bloody shuttles across with my supplies! If they're not sitting IN sickbay by 2300hrs tonight, you are going to regret it Mister!"