Posted by Gamemaster Wookius Furrius (Gamemaster) in Main Sim - Engineering

Posted by Lieutenant Ang’er To’kar (Chief Engineer) in Main Sim - Engineering

Posted by Gamemaster Wookius Furrius (Gamemaster) in Main Sim - Engineering
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A transmission came through marked for the Chief Engineer. It was from a Commander Heinrich Muller, of the Corps of Engineers. This was a recording that the CE could get when he came in. He had a distinct Germanic accent, was bald with strong features on a broad body that strained his uniform. He looked like he may hit a boxing ring after his shifts.

=^= Chief, I have some news for you on your next mission. Besides straining your storage spaces and cluttering up your shuttle bay, you will have some unique issues in this Craxus system. Craxus III is a mainly water world with properties that has a pervasive way of breaking down anything replicated. What is more the heavy metal content of the seas has a way of infringing on communications and transporters. What you bring down will need to be not replicated - that means uniforms, tools, weapons and so on. Since most things now have a wide component of replicated components any visitations to this world have to be prepared. Your task is to assist the engineers on the Seahawk to deploy a new series of advance drones that assist in their sensors. As well, their ‘dock’ requires a repair. I’m sure you may have questions. Contact me when you are able. I’ve read your repair lists and know you are double shifting to get fixed up. =^=
- Wookiee for Muller

Ang had gone to the to change tunics when the comm terminal blinking light caught her attention. Tapping the button to the message as she changed, the half Klingon spat out several explatives, compliments of her mom human heritage. “Non replicated?” Shaking her head, she tucked her undershirt in and pulled the fresh tunic top down. So much for going to the bridge.

She headed out of her quarters and went straight to engineering. Once there she called for the nearest NEs. “Need you to go thru the Away Team bags and the emergency repair crates. We need to be sure the tools, and materials have little to no replicated content in them.” Her hand went up to silence the complaints soon as they popped up. “I know, I know… But orders are orders. The planet we are going to dissolves replicated matter. That’s all you need to know. Now git to it!”

Her gruffness didn’t reach her eyes and the guys nodded with understanding looks. Orders were orders and they’d follow them. She hadn’t been there long, but whoever the previous Chief had been, they’d learned to run a tight section.

She then headed into her office to compile a list of things they might need for the surface. Perhaps there was a set of tools and gear somewhere, maybe in a cargo bay, used for resetting replication patterns. They wouldn’t be replicated, she hoped.

Lt. Ang To’kar
CE

One of the elements to the mission, beyond assisting in deploying a series of new drones (which, as Ang could see was located in the cargo bay) was that of repairing a dock. It was anti-grav technology, and the latest diagnostics that could be determined was that a minor component in them may have had replicated items in it which had been missed. This in turn had generated further issues. Currently the eight anti-grav units on the dock were operating between 83 and 18 percent. The waves on Craxus III could be considerable and the dock was was in danger of being destroyed. It was used as a ‘base’ of delivery and rendezvous with the Seahawk.

=^= CPO Keith to Lt To’kar. =^= Ang was the stores chief petty officer, a plump but dedicated girl who managed loading on the last cargo pretty well. =^= One of your engineers has been sniffing around here asking about non replicated materials. The Starbase has provided some equipment for you. If you like to come down I could show you what there is. =^=
CPO Bobbi Keith

=^= On my way, Chief=^= Ang said and made her way to the Chief.
Entering the room, Ang smiled. “So we need to try and have ‘non replicated’ tools and materials. Otherwise, from what I hear, it may disintegrate in the coming years. Go figure.” She said. “So, what do we have to work with and what do I have to make do with?”

Lt Ang
CE

Bobbi met her. Her hair was short and bobbed and of a nondescript brown color that surrounded a rounded face that matched her general physique. “Hi Chief,” she said, tucking her oversized PaDD under one arm. She gave a small shrug with her other shoulder. “We could just pretend we were going down to a Betazed wedding and settle it there. Been to a few. They can be fun.”

Clearing her throat she led Ang into the cargo bay. It was, to use a word, stuffed. “They have quite a bit of things to bring down and aboard by the look of it. From desks to toilets to knitting needles. And wool. Over here is what we have for clothes.” They wound through narrow aisles until they came to one far wall. Clothes racks were there and it was a full line of uniforms from one wall to the other. “These are all ‘off the rack’ from what I hear. I understand that the SeaQuest has tailors aboard to fit these. Uh, apart from those packaged ones there. Senior officers already done.” She pointed to one engineer who was fussing through the racks. “That’s him. And from what I was told it was weeks, not years for them to start falling apart.”
- CPO Bobbi Keith

Ang sighed. “Weeks? Worlds and stars…” She took a deep breath and nodded. “Ok… So all this,” she indicated everything in the bay, “has to go down. Now, can we beam down? Or is that reconstructive moment turn it into something that will become ‘mush’ by the time we leave?” When the Chief motioned to someone going thru the racks, she nodded and smiled at him, her voice raising slightly to get his attention. “So you get to help with the mass delivery?” If he was part of it all, she’d put this to work. Otherwise, her could leave… Or be put to work. Least, that was her thought on the matter.

Lt. Ang To’kar
CE