Ensign James Hood, recently but not newly assigned to the USS Columbia before it’s departure on it’s current mission was jogging the halls with a Datapad in hand. He was making his way to one of the shuttlebays to coordinate and document yet another departure.

Their arrival near Talarian space and subsequent finding of the remains of a Borg cube had the crew in overdrive mode. The Captain wanted it investigated and as many parts and salvage as they could get their hands on.

While he wasn’t assigned to any away team, most likely due to being one of the most recent assigned crew, he was tasked with coordinating the efforts of the away teams and logging their departures and arrivals as well as any findings they may bring back.

After all, someone has to do the paperwork portion. And as a command division Ensign; that was his task.

The doors to the main shuttlebay slid open as James entered and looked around for the deck chief. Spotting him, he approached eagerly and announced himself, ready to get to work.

“Chief, I am here to document the away team findings. Where have you been storing them?” said ENS Hood.

The crewman in question, a Chief Petty Officer assigned as deck chief of this shuttlebay, turned and looked the young officer up and down. He propped a brow up at his question. These young Ensigns were always so…excitable. Even about paperwork.

“Over there, sir. All somewhat organized and ready for logging before being sent to the proper departments for further study and containment.” said the CPO.

“Very well, Chief. I’ll need one or two hands to assist me if you can spare them.” said ENS Hood.

“Aye, sir. I’ll send two crewmen to assist your efforts.” said the CPO.

James nodded and turned to approach the area containing the newly arrived salvage from the Borg cube. It seemed…unsettling being this close to such things. His father had served in the Dominion War era as well as his mother. He had heard stories direct from them of the Borg encounters and read up on all Starfleets information about them. He wasn’t very eager to be near their technology but it needed to be done.

As he pulled up his datapad, he began filling forms for each salvage piece and classifying it by the type, danger, and which department to send it to for further examination. Some of these would go direct to a secure cargo container if they posed too big a risk to crew or if the ship didn’t have the proper equipment to contain or study it.

Two crewmen approached him looking just as unsettled having to work near this stuff as he. Introductions aside, the three of them began the process of organizing and logging all the salvage.