Posted by Ensign Tabris Asam (Engineering Officer) in Main Sim - Fulcrum Runabout - Engine Tests!
Posted by Fleet Captain Drudoc Andone (Commanding Officer) in Main Sim - Fulcrum Runabout - Engine Tests!
Fayth nodded and turned to the pilot. “Let’s just experiment outside the nebula for now. En Asam and I have seen first hand what exactly those pockets can do, so let’s test the engine before we head back in.” If something went sideways, she didn’t want someone to think ‘hope it doesn’t blow up next’ and then the shuttle explode. “Nice and steady, take her through the impulse paces.”
Sharah was watching the runabout systems readings. Nothing triggered warning or alarms on the computer built-in warning systems, but she wanted to see what the engineers thought of the test runs. “What do you all think? Should we try seeing if this new design could operate other systems?”
While the engineers decided what they wanted to do, Sharah was scanning the surrounding area to see if she could learn anything more about the energy spheres than what they already knew. It was going to be interesting trying to contain one.
Lt jg Fayth, CSO
Frowning at some of the power fluctuations, Caelian queued up a quick diagnostic. The injection ratio is a bit off, he noted as he adjusted the hydrogen flow in the secondary systems. Going to have to watch that so we don’t blow an ODN conduit. After making a few notes in his maintenance log, he turned to Sharah.
“I think she can handle it, sir.” His voice conveyed his confidence in their work. “If we’re not detecting any potential hostiles, I’d like to prioritize shields and transporters over weapons. I didn’t think to bring along a test cylinder but we should be able to make sure the transporters work by putting it through a simple diagnostic cycle with a standard load.”
He turned back to his station and pulled up the readouts for the requisite systems, watching the data intently. “I don’t recommend trying to simulate battle stress, but I’m reasonably sure she’ll hold while we explore the area.”
—Caelian Weir, Engineer—
Fayth nodded. “Alright, Weir you and Allendor handle that. Asam I’d like you to help me. This is a containment unit I came up with for those energy bubbles, but I’m no engineer.” The container was a simple cube frame of tritanium, fixed with emitters to produce a forcefield equivalent to the ship’s shields to keep one of the bubbles inside.
Lt jg Fayth, CSO
Tabris nodded and approached her side, “Anything to help a friend, let’s get one of these captured shall we?” He said looking over the device, deeming it well and able to work as intended, should the energy bubbles behave accordingly.
Caelian nodded, turned to the pilot. “Let’s start out at fifty-thousand keipiaitch while I run the load tests. Sensors aren’t picking anything up in the area, so you should be safe on any heading.”
Turning back to his console, the engineer tapped in a few commands and pulled up the runabout’s engine specs. Nodding to himself, he programmed a sequence and set it to run. “Astrogational deflectors are active and operating within parameter. Engine output is within tollerance. Structural integrity is holding. Raising shields.”
A faint hum resonated through him as the shields bristled to life around the vessel. Caelian closed his eyes reflexively, straining his ears for any deviation in the hum of the air. Nothing sounds off, at least. he noted dubiously. He did a lot better with systems he’d been around constantly, like the Ark Angel, so he would have to content himself with the idea that nothing jumped out at him. Watching the data cascading down the monitors, he nodded.
“Shields are holding across all standard frequencies. I’m showing minor deviation across the lower EM bands, but it’s nothing I didn’t expect.” Hands dancing across the keypad and eyes alert, Caelian made a few adjustments. “I don’t recommend picking any firefights just yet, but we’ll be able to defend ourselves while we high-tail it back to the Angel.“
The computer chirped, alerting him to the start of his second test. The transporter pad toward the rear of the runabout illuminated as the computer ran a cursory diagnostic. Another chirp, and the air around the transporter crackled to life as a forcefield erected to surround the pad. Moments later he was treated to a blue-white particle shower within the transporter chamber for several minutes before the forcefield snapped off and the system dimmed to dormancy once more.
“Transporter coming online now,” Caelian noted as it happened, watching his monitors and comparing the readings to his tricorder. “Containment field is active and holding. Beginning test sequence in three… two… one. Energizing transporter, simulating standard atmospheric load. Containment is still holding, no variance detected in the pattern buffers. Test complete. Transporter returning to standby mode.”
With a self-assured smile, Caelian twisted in his chair to give Sharah a thumbs-up. “I’ll have to do a thorough look-see when we get back, but I think we’re good here, sir. If we can keep her under three-quarter impulse for a bit while I monitor things just to be sure, you’re free to bag yourself some anomalies.”
—Caelian Weir, Engineer—
(Note: “Keipiaitch” is my attempt at trying to spell “kph” phonetically and isn’t a real word. Hopefully my readers could intuit that without mention, but just in case…! :D)
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