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Fixing a replicator, tag Riley and Genard

Posted Nov. 7, 2020, 11:46 p.m. by Ensign Tabris Asam (Engineering Officer) (Brian Richards)

Posted by Ensign Matthew Riley (Science Officer) in Fixing a replicator, tag Riley and Genard

Posted by Ensign Tabris Asam (Engineering Officer) in Fixing a replicator, tag Riley and Genard

Posted by Ensign Matthew Riley (Science Officer) in Fixing a replicator, tag Riley and Genard
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Tabris had been working on getting through the backlog of work when he removed his glasses to rub his eyes. He blinked a few times as the light poured into his optic nerve before he jolted up, “I forgot to fix their replicator!” Tabris grabbed a toolkit and made his way through the winding corridors to the quarters of Riley and Genard where he rang the chime. He took another second to fix his uniform and glasses before thinking about how he was going to apologize for being nearly a week late.

Ensign Tabris Asam, Eng

“Enter,” Riley mumbled, staring at the space in front of him. He was standing in the middle of the double-occupancy room off to one side, a holo-emitter on the floor projecting a three-dimensional diagram of what looked like one section of the layout of a starship. He reached into the diagram, closed his hand, pulled back, and the image zoomed in. He pulled a stylus out from behind his ear and tapped a small PADD he was holding, nodding. He tapped again and the image in the holo-display changed to another diagram, this time of a domed structure. He reached out and spun the image, looking back and forth from the figures that displayed around the edges to his PADD. He finally looked up at Tabris.

Tabris entered the room and looked around, a shared quarters was always an option for him but he had lived with plenty of roommates over the centuries but he took a smaller single quarters for himself. Still it was nice to see the other options should he change his mind at any time. Tabris was curious about what the holo-emitter was displaying but didn’t want to intrude as he waited to be addressed.

“Oh, sorry, hi. Can I help you?” He tilted his head, then his brown eyes slid to the gold shoulders of the ensign’s uniform and widened. “Oh, are you here to activate the replicator?” he asked with a grin. “That is awesome.” He looked down at the holo-emitter on the floor, then off to the side where the replicator was, and made a soft yip noise as he ducked and turned the emitter off, pocketing it.

“Sorry,” he said as he stood. “Personal project. I didn’t know you were coming, or I wouldn’t have had it in the way.”

  • Ensign Riley, Science

Smiling he replied, “Not a problem ensign, I hear you have some issues with that system going in and out? Any other issues you’ve noticed or things you want to modify about your quarters?” Tabris said, rather curious about the project but figuring that he wouldn’t pry, after all he said it was a personal project and he wasn’t about to impose.

Tabris Asam, Eng

Riley stepped aside, shaking his head. “No, well, I don’t think so, it just hadn’t been activated yet. And…” he trailed off, looking around the quarters. Do I? I’m not a design person, and I don’t want to make any changes Claude wouldn’t like. “No, nothing else I can think of.”

He sat at the small table in the room, PADD in one hand, spinning the stylus in the other as he watched Tabris approach the unit. He dropped it on one spin, set the PADD down and reached down to pick it up, then retrieved the PADD again. It was a reflexive action for him, one he hadn’t even realized he was doing, but something on the screen caught his attention and he refocused on it briefly, before looking back to the engineer and cocking his head to one side.

“Hmmm… do you know anything about holo-projectors?”

  • Ensign Riley, Science

Tabris clambered down onto the floor and pulled off the panels beneath the replicators and began hooking up the relays as he said, “Whoever set up your quarters looked like they were trying to hotwire this thing. It’ll take me a little bit to get it hooked back up.” He worked his magic into those wires and relays and hooked the panels back up before sliding himself out of the bulkhead and sat up. “Computer, please replicate me a glass of iced tea. Thank you”. The computer beeped and the replicator whirred to life, replicating a glass of strawberry milk. “Looks like I have more work to do. What’s going on with your holo-projector?”

Tabris Asam, Eng


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