Something clicked in his mind, ground it to a shuddering halt, leaving Caelian staring vacantly at Mazhari. The power converters, his mind repeated over and over. He frowned as the thought chewed against itself in the back of his skull. The hush of the turbolift closing shut behind them slithered through the cogs, tugged something loose. The memories came flooding, then, and he gasped in surprise.
“Power converters!” he nearly shouted at Mazhari, barking a bewildered laugh. “That old bird ran on salvaged Romulan boridium power converters!“
He clapped a hand against the turbolift controls, keyed in an exit to the next floor. As the door hissed open, he clapped Mazhari on the shoulders excitedly.
“Sir— No, sorry. Lieutenant— Bah, Mazi, can you handle this? I’ve got an idea. I’ll meet you in Engineering as soon as I can.” He didn’t wait for her response before keying the turbolift shut again and sending it on its way.
Caelian was nearly vibrating by the time the next lift arrived, wanted to cry serendipitous tears when the doors hushed open and he spied a familiar—if not befuddled—face. “Mal, excellent! How are things in security?”
“Well, uh,” his friend stammered. Caelian was too excited to savor the confusion. Malcolm shook himself, cleared his throat. “Well, thankfully there haven’t been any issues we can’t handle yet. There’s tinsel, I think, strung up all over our room, but—”
“Good, good! You wouldn’t happen to know where they took that boridium asteroid that punched a hole in the hull, do you?”
Malcolm scrunched up his face. “The one from Deck 44? Right, well, I think they took it to one of the science labs on Deck 13. Me and my guys were supposed to—”
“Perfect!” Caelian put an arm around the other man’s shoulders, walked him out of the turbolift. “Thanks!”
Malcolm turned slowly, his mouth slightly agape. “Why—?”
Caelian stepped back into the waiting turbolift, keyed the door closed. Malcolm’s grumblings of protest and ire cut off abruptly. He’d likely never hear the end of this, but he had work to do.
—Caelian Weir, Engineer—
OOC: Nice post! Can’t wait to read the follow up!
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