Posted Aug. 1, 2021, 6:58 a.m. by Lieutenant Junior Grade Dael Stadi (Chief Engineer) (Griffin Day)
She managed to suppress the laugh. For reasons she might never be able to understand, the idea of dreaming about warp cores reminded her of a surgeon she had known on Mars who admitted to dreaming about gall bladders. She shuddered at the memory of the woman she had always considered a ghoul.
“Formal interviews have never been my strong suit. Lay on, Macduff,” Katie said holding out her right hand to the side. She talked as she walked along side him. “The Academy has been something of a family affair for us. My older brother and sister both joined Starfleet and went to the academy and I was fine with the assumption that I would go as well. I was always interested in how things worked but was never any good at Terran biology much less Xenobiology so Medicine was out of the picture. Security was never a possibility. I don’t have the physique for it or the interest in shooting things. Being a line officer might have been a possibility but thanks in part to Nicholas, that didn’t seem to be a very promising path. Ergo, Engineering.”
“Perfect.” Dael said to her response on interviews, though the phrase on Macduff confused him. He almost repeated his name for her in case she was confused, before his brain connected the reference to a human literature elective he had once taken at the Academy. Shiek-spear, if he remembered right, but realized quickly he needed to be listening to her answer his question rather than try to remember that.
Katie reminded herself to shut up, especially when it came to a certain male sibling. How many times had they asked her if she was related to the infamous Nicholas Hobbes? How many times had she simply shrugged in response? Shake the thought from your mind, Katherine. He’s Betazoid. If he wanted to, he could hear everything.
“So what are we going to be looking at and/or for?”
Cadet Katherine Hobbes
“Nicholas? The brother you mentioned, I assume. Was he a line officer so you didn’t want to compete, and so chose Engineering as a place to end up?” He had picked up some anxiety from the cadet when mentioning the name, though he was still not sure he got the right reference from earlier. Maybe it was from the other human writer… Mare Twane… Focus, Dael!. He made a point to give the cadet more of his attention than the puzzle that would surely bother him till he found a computer terminal after his shift.
“Competition has nothing to do with it and yes, Nicholas was a line officer,” Katie said. There was no point to regretting mentioning Nickel so she might as well continue. “To be completely honest, we’re not sure whether he’s dead or alive. And as long as I’m being honest, I suppose competition with Jazz… my sister Jasmine… was a factor in my choosing Engineering.”
“I hope that despite it not being your first choice you still have a healthy interest in the field. It’s tough to run a team if the team doesn’t want to be there. What kind of special skills unique to you do you think you bring to the field and the crew? I always say that the strength of a good pit crew can be how different they are. You never know what one person might know and contribute.” He figured whatever hang up she might’ve had about her choice was resolved by now, potentially. You didn’t get this far and onto an Academy ship in a field you were just ‘trying out.’
“Special skills? Probably my strongest area in my studies was hydraulics… liquids, vapours, plasma, slurries.”
“As for what we’re looking at, I’ve got a few EPS conduits down this way that aren’t getting the kinda’ve flow we should be seeing.” Dael walked over to the left side of where the warp core hummed it’s eternal tune throughout the Engineering Deck. He removed an access panel on the side of the hull to reveal the lights and colors of EPS conduit, manifolds, isolinear chips and other small devices that helped keep the much larger Challenger running.
“Here, maybe you want to take a crack at it?” he said holding the toolkit her way.
Lt. jg Dael Stadi, Chief Engineer
“I assume we aren’t getting sufficient flow here,” Katie said as accepted the toolkit. She pulled out the fleet standard Engineering tricorder and turned it on. “Rather than too much plasma flow. I’m not seeing any unusual constrictions in the immediate area though the flow in the third branch of this manifold is non-trivally lower than the other branches.”
She turned back to Dael.
“I would suggest we trace that sub-conduit to see if we find a blockage or restriction further downstream.”
Cadet Katherine Hobbes
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Dael glanced into the panel and with quick check at the tricorder in her hand, agreed with her assessment. “Good thing I set this problem aside for you then, having a focus on plasma systems. I like to keep up with my team’s particular talents. Vulcans like to talk about infinite diversity and all that, and I agree with them. Especially when it comes to filling out a team of experts. So your sister was in Engineering then? I’m sorry to hear about your brother, loss like that can be difficult.” Dael had been around plenty of loss when that plague had hit his colony, and that was a moment being a telepath wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. But he replaced the small grim look that had come on his face with one of focus. That had been his help then, and always was now. Focusing on problems. He replaced the piece of bulkhead that had exposed the relays and took out the PADD of the toolkit, pulling up schematics for the system.
“Just as I thought.... our subconduit has a junction over at that panel system. We’ll check there, and see what our readings are. Could be a regulator there, or if we’ve got good readings, then we may have a faulty conduit between these two points. Those are always fun to pull.” he said with a slight grin that implied that may have not been an entirely truthful statement. Or that his idea of “fun” didn’t line up with most peoples. He walked over to the system he had pointed out and popped the paneling off, and once more stood to the side to allow the cadet access. “Any thoughts towards a future in this field and Starfleet yet? Not much longer in the Academy for you, and it’s always a good thing for an engineer to be thinking ahead. We get a reputation as reactive mechanics, but a few moments of prevention can save long hours of repairs.”
-Lt. jg Dael Stadi, Chief Engineer
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