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MPT - LS Trickster - Communications - Raauhl

Posted Dec. 1, 2020, 3:27 p.m. by Lieutenant Casela Synthi-er (Counsellor / RTF) (Jennifer Ward)

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Ryder Raauhl (Executive Officer) in MPT - LS Trickster - Communications - Raauhl

Karra begins to clear the table, the day was already shot with Zanya here. The children were always excited when she showed up. But that meant she would have an afternoon almost free. “Terul!” The little boy showed up almost instantly as if he’d had a cloak around himself and dropped it. She smiled. “Why don’t we go for walk. We’ll show Mr Anderson to Yarla’s house and then you can help me.” At the mention of Mr Anderson the little boy’s face lit up, but the idea of helping Karra with her ‘chores’ sounded so dull to the very energy filled little boy. Karra chuckled, not in the least bit offended. “Zanya, you will be alright all on your own with the masses?”

Zanya/Casela laughed, “Do I have a choice?” She got up from the table and moved back into the main room of the orphanage. The children old enough for school would be back soon and the small back room was not big enough for everyone.

Karrah grabbed Terul’s hand. He tended to run off to whatever caught his attention, and though Karrah loved his enthusiasm he tended to wander off at times following whatever it was that he noticed. “It’s this way!” he said enthusiastically. Karrah shook her head with long years of dealing with children’s loud voices that could do nothing but express their excitement.

“Yarla used to work on a freighter and worked in communications. She’ll be happy for the help.” They walked out the back door, Terul chattering on about what he did here and there and look at that mud splotch on the wall where he drew a rock with an ogre, and over there he almost fell off the wall running once, and then, and there, and that, and on it went.

Yarla lived near the west end of the village where the hills dropped away to an open field. There were several plots of produce growing. Karrah knocked and the door was answered by a very old Benzite female. “Yarla, this is Mr. Anderson, Zanya brought him. He’s a communications engineer.” Terul let go of Karrah’s hand and ran inside. “Yarla I can smell them! You baked cookies!” Yarla chuckled. “Come in Mr. Anderson. Karrah, I’ll bring Terul back to you later. Along with extras for the rest of the children.” She stepped aside letting Mr Anderson into her home. Terul was already at the table with cookies and trying to pour a drink from a large pitcher. Yarla pointed to the side of the main room, where a very old CB radio stood and the interface for their subspace transmitter sat. “We use the old radio to communicate between the villages. But the subspace radio is, well it’s old. I know how to work it, but not how to fix it.”
Story Teller EvilJen

Raauhl had remained quiet and nodded politely, sometimes throwing in a smile for good measure but now they were down to buisness, “No problem, I can give it a look over and see what I can do” He said looking to the subspace radio, it was old even by his standards “So how long have you been here?” Raauhl asked in attempt of small talk as he worked.

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Yarla said over her shoulder while she watched Terul pour the drink and sighed with relief when he didn’t spill anything. “11years. I got here right after the governor was removed and the villages took up for themselves. I’d been serving on a freighter working communications before that. The skipper of the freighter was dropping off supplies here. They were in need of someone to help, and I was ready to retire. So I stayed when the freighter left.”

The subspace transmitter was being powered by an old Vulcan krellide power cell. The transmitter was built for a stronger and newer powercell than what it had. The signal coming through was full of static and clicks. The old CB style radio worked fine, but was connected to the village’s power supply. So as the power supply fluctuated so did the radio signal.
Story Teller EvilJen

Raauhl examined the jumble or radio parts and power supply whilst he listened to Yarla. “Well, I think I see your problem. Theres so many odds and sods here that its causing a whole heap of issues but I think we need to regulate your power, that’ll help clear some of the signals. Do you have a power regulator or performer laying around by any chance?” He asked.

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Yarla tapped a finger to her cheek, breathing into the apparatis on her chest as she thought. “Let me go check the supply shed the Bolahfur keeps. Terul, want to help?” He was a good kid but she didn’t want to leave Mr. Anderson having to keep an eye on him. He tended to go missing if you didn’t keep a sharp eye out. Terul jumped up from the table, knocking over his cup, looked totally embarrassed, eagerly cleaned up but just making more of a mess and then ran out the door with Yarla.

After several minutes Yarla returned, Terul with her. Terul was caring a box that was way too big for him, but not overly heavy. Eager to prove his usefulness after knocking over his drink. Yarla was carrying a smaller container, but over filled with items. Terul set the box down next to Mr. Anderson. “Will any of these work?” There were plasma flow regulators, power nodes, a very very old back up power pack that might still work, some power regulators of varying age and a performer.

Terul looked at Yarla, “Can I watch?” She pointed to a chair against the far wall. “From there, and only if Mr. Anderson is okay with it.” Yarla went into the other room to finish cleaning the mess.
Story Teller EvilJen

“Only time will tell, they’re pretty old but they might do the trick” He took the items and one by one studied them, “And of course you can watch we’ll make an engineer out of you yet” He chuckled discarding one heavily degraded power regulator but there was one or two that showed great promise. After a while he had separated the items into piles of age and started with the newest, sometimes though it was the tried and tested older ones that would work.

“If I can help let me know,” Yarla said. “I’m not very good at working with the insides of those things, but I’m happy to help.” Terul happily perched on the chair stretching as far as he could to see what Mr. Anderson was doing. He spent the whole time asking a never ending string of questions that he never bothered to pause long enough to get answered.

After some times and some serious trial and error “Eureka” Raauhl stepped back pleased with his work. “That might just do it, if only temporarily” he wished he could just use one of the leviathans replicators, he’d give them a brand new radio and spares to keep it running for decades.

  • Lt Cmdr Raauhl, XO

With the flip of the switch the subspace transmitter began to power up. The screen flickered briefly and then the power steadied out. The clicks were gone, but there was still some static but the signal was significantly clearer. The relief on Yarla’s face was obvious. “You are a miracle worker. I wasn’t sure that old thing could be fixed. Thank you, Mr. Anderson.”

Terul pointed at the bag Anderson had put down, (the one Casela gave them before leaving the shuttle), “What’s that?!”
“Terul, that’s rude,” Yarla admonished. He looked sheepish, apologized and then danced from foot to foot waiting to find out.
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