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Side Sim-Repairs

Posted Dec. 1, 2018, 11:25 p.m. by Cadet Rexar Omtala (Engineer) (Julian Pouliot)

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If this is incorrect procedure, please let me know thanks.

IC:
The grasp of his fist stressed the pale blue flesh of the Andorians’ hands, straining it over the rough angles of his near-white knuckles.

Engineering he chuckled. I can finally get my hands dirty.

Bursting through the bay doors his creeping grin shone brightly. Irresistible and certain, Rexars’ excitement could be seen in the glimmer of the warp core as it folded it’s reactions in an endless struggle of power and control. He was no longer concerned with his posture, his decorum or his appearance. Free from his self inflicted scrutiny, he walked with esteemed confidence to the reactor diagnostic terminal. Proceding him at their full length, his antennae drove ahead probing every vibration, frequency and emission. Every report on every monitor was scanned by the aggressive receptors sensing each alert for its seperate tone and chime. Of course he could never process all this information in its entirety but he did feel a rising sensation that chased his focus from the scintillation of the core to the console in front of him. As he turned into the terminal to read the display, Rexar was nearly staggered by what he saw before him.

-318 minor relay or panel/station overloads that require replacements from chips to gel packs to station panels to repair
- 83 minor physical checks of plasma conduit lines that may have weakened in the blasts
- 12 physical checks and likely replacement of plasma conduit lines - listed as moderate in damage rating
- Warp engine diagnostic specifically related to the deuterium injection timings that were affected

Upon digesting all the relevant information available, Rexar fell seamlessly into his role. Firstly, he updated the current reports with a level 5 diagnostic and downloaded all of this into every P.A.D.D in every engineering kit onboard with consideration to the particular system nearest each equipment station. Operational standards, equipment necessities, design schematics and recommendations all implemented into each kit as a level 2 power systems diagnostic was initiated. The computer at work, Rexar poured over plasma conduit diagrams, subprocessor overlays and installation schematics in a pain-staking effort to assist the automatic analysis, decreasing its time to completion. Lastly, he used all the data gathered to formulate a pattern for the exacting specifications of an internal sensor sweep to encourage an increased rate success and efficiency in the diagnostic. After 3 hours of rigorous labouring he slowly began to relent. Releasing the controls Rexar faced the screen blankly with a stoic, absent browse about his entire body.

What am I doing? This isn’t a test anymore.

His head hung low as it swayed between his shoulders. Leaning into the alcove he let out a forced breath from the nose and laughed as he spoke.

“A test is what I need.”

“Computer. Display Matter/Antimatter Reactor Assemblies diagrams including plasma manifold layout and containment field operations overlay. Then begin a level 3 operational diagnostic of the warp core and correlate information with simulations of the Endeavour engaging in everything from a speed trial to a combat scenario.”

Observing the programs, the fledgling engineer lost himself in a place he’d never been. Massive energy grid disruptions, critical overload probabilities, primary system failures. The recording displayed every plausibility at its worst possible outcome and it floored Rexar into a state of voided thought. The monitor had blurred for moment as he the floor shifted beneath his feet, forcing him to press his hands across the panel bracing inward of the terminal. He could feel the controls against his fingertips exactly. He could see where they were, what they were touching but he didn’t feel the texture of the tripolymer panel under his hands, or the coarse grit of his own skin as he pushed his hands into one and other. Anxious and confused, Rexar presses his hands deeper and deeper into each other until his the pastel flesh of his palms became a flat white mire of tension and sweat.

Then a flash. A dancing chime of red, yellow and blue skimmed along the monitor as the computer sung the results of his preliminary scans. Jolting at the sight of its contents, Rexar bounded at the console. Surging with visible purpose, he computed the last of his solutions with the necessary variables equated and struck his commbadge with a fervent blow.

=^=Engineering to Lt. To’kar, Omtala here. The MRI’s require notable realignment and likely replacement of a few components Ma’am. Power distribution throughout the ship won’t be emergency ready until it’s rectified and the fastest way to do that is to shut down the warp core. Best estimate is 11 hours until we can at least run some practicals Lieutenant.=^=

Holding his breath, he stood in the silence, the aftermath of his actions were fresh in his mind and they weighed heavily on his every thought. An eternity before him.

CDT. Rexar Omtala. (Engineer)


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