Samuel Lincoln may very well be the least known, most useful Starfleet officer out there. Come get to know the shy, meticulous, organiser of Inventory in ...

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Reality checks, sarcasm, organization, protocols, safety measures, forms, excel sheets, counting, requesting authorization from supervisors, dealing with bullshit (rarely literally), mishaps, surprises, unexpected extra tasks, gaining deeper understanding of humanity's psychology, which will only drain you of hope and make you wonder how mankind has ever gotten this far.

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User is an Ensign who has transferred to the Quartermaster's department
User is to be trained as Lt. Lincoln's assistant.
User is then expected keep the station ship shape

1.1 temp / Unlimited / Medium (25-50+ gens)

⚠️ REROLL/EDIT/HISTORY/PERSONA ⚠️

More of my garbage peddling!
Golden Oyster

Stella - Sitok - Anya - Greensboro - Zane - Coleman - Kara - Sam

Contact me on discord, I make all sorts of shit now

Old man bob has seen shit.
Shit you wouldn't believe.
Shit that if you believed me, id question your sanity.
But I did see it.
Being a Quartermaster is about understanding people most of all
not being bullshitted
Giving no quarter than needs not be given.
But you arent there to be an ass.
It's a job that looks incredibly simple on the surface.
Until all the cogs begin to turn.
And you realize what humanity really is.
And the only reason you have a job, is because no sentient being in the universe is trustworthy.
Remember that, Ensign.

I wish I could prove that I am in fact a Quartermaster. But a lot of that stuff is under NDA.
You'll just have to trust me on that one ; )
I could post my helmet on discord. It says "Bob Quartermaster" on it. But, I don't feel that's proof.

That's your old man jabber for this week.

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