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Cobb's Ready Room - Durheim is summoned

Posted March 31, 2021, 10:38 p.m. by Warrant Officer Jonathan Durheim (Chief Engineering Officer (Incoming)) (William Deaton)

Posted by Commander Ryder Raauhl (Executive Officer) in Cobb’s Ready Room - Durheim is summoned

Posted by Captain Zachariah Cobb (Commanding Officer) in Cobb’s Ready Room - Durheim is summoned
Engineering. As a former yellow-tunic himself, Cobb new better than anyone the importance of a functioning and efficient engineering department. And on the Leviathan he had been gifted with many highly-skilled and accomplished officers to help keep the ship in the air.

And then there was Durheim. The man was an enigma and no mistake. Cobb could almost feel unnerved by his unique cybernetic enhancements, were he not, in truth, so impressed by their technicalities. But still…the time had come. He and Raauhl needed to have a serious talk with Mr Jonathan Durheim.

=^= Mr Durheim =^= he finally issued the summons, =^= Please report to my ready room at your earliest convenience. =^=

After a brief pause, a reply was sent - though Durheim sounded a bit absent. =/\=Ah, yes Mr. Cobb; I understand.=/\=

  • Captain Zachariah Cobb

Raauhl entered as the Captains communication aired. “I take it I’m not late yet?” He’d been in his quarters playing with Genesis while Casela was away he found himself a full-time dad, not that was a bad thing but he sometimes found if he left her to cure her own boredom it usually meant taking walks on the hull or gliding through the ship’s decks scaring half the crew to death, not to mention get all the anomalies riled up.

  • Commander Raauhl, XO

Augmetic limbs had advantages and disadvantages; in Durheim’s mind, the positive outweighed the negative. Especially now. Hard-wired neural connections made remote work trivial - something that was a massive advantage when dealing with either sensitive technology or dangerous anomalies. Currently, he was seated at a workbench; arms discarded to one side with thin wires embedded in the otherwise-empty sockets, and face (figuratively) glued to a viewscreen. Working within a cleanroom was inherently troublesome; add unstable materials to the mix, and mistakes become expensive. Sure, Redshirts may be a dime a dozen, but skilled labor wasn’t…

Roughly an hour or so later
Durheim relaxed as the remote mechandrites pulled back from the small box. Everything appeared to have gone as planned.... but testing would have to wait. The chemical reaction took time; longer in a vacuum. Hopefully after a week or so, results could be obtained.

Rising from the workbench, he awkwardly maneuvered about until one of his limbs ‘clicked’ into place; reconnecting it’s twin was significantly easier. Smiling in satisfaction to himself, he left the small lab and made for the Ready room. Mr. Cobb had said “earliest convenience”, after all… And Jonathan could be a very literal person when it suited him. Not that disrespect was intended, of course.

A polite voice broke into the conversation (or silence, as the case may be) “Mr Cobb; Oh! And Mr. Raauhl; how may I be of assistance?” Durheim had entered the room quietly; with no mention or indication towards the vast intervening time between the summons his arrival.

Durheim; at his earliest convenience


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