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Computer Science Lab 2

Posted Nov. 18, 2018, 1:01 p.m. by Lieutenant Daggum Hammor (Chief Operations Officer) (James Sinclair)

Posted by Lieutenant Faye Calloway (Mission Specialist) in Computer Science Lab 2

Posted by Lieutenant Daggum Hammor (Chief Operations Officer) in Computer Science Lab 2

Posted by Lieutenant Faye Calloway (Mission Specialist) in Computer Science Lab 2
She had not requested help when moving her equipment from the cargo bay to her lab. Her lab, as the CSO had mentioned. Sure she might have to share here and there, but for the most part people would leave her to her own devices and she could do what she came here to do.

The slight twisting feeling in her stomach lasted only a few minutes as she had made her way to the cargo bay and she made a show id disregarding it as much as possible. Now what not the time for guilt over anything. It would all work out in the wash, or so she was constantly reminding herself.

Entering her security code on the one crate, Faye had lifted lid and grinned deeply. It was beautiful. To most people it would be silly to get excited over a few pieces of technology but she was excited, enthralled even as she beheld the key to her work for the next several weeks and months.

Pulling out the signal converter, it didn’t look like much, but she knew better, as would anyone with a decent amount of programming experience. The smart ones she would have to be wary of, but for the most part she knew that they would be looking for something far different than what would actually be found. If only she could do this without all the secrecy. People’s were already piqued when she spoke the word classified and there was nothing she could do about that. to try and explain otherwise would ruin not just all her work, but the hard work of others who had as much invested in this as she did. It was lonely though.

Oh stop your complaining and just get on with it, she chided herself. Self-pity is what usually got her into trouble. At least she was on her meds still, and she was strangely comfortable with that. Now was a terrible time to try and work without them.


Moving the anti-grav sled that contained a crate full of stuff she needed from her other crates, Faye began the work of setting up her conversion system, half of which she had helped to fine-tune. An hour later there was a set of snaking cables from one panel that cut across the corner of the lab and was integrated into the ship’s circuitry, half through the lab’s contained computer core. The rest were loose but sealed off until she could integrate them into the larger mainframe of the ship for the bigger tests. But for now she would work contained. As much as she had joked about re-styling her hair, the risk was real until she eliminated a few variables that no simulation could fully predict or counter.

Sealing the unused equipment into the crate and tucking it away, Faye got down to the nitty gritty of what would likely take her days to do before she could actually do any of her actual work.

A sealing cap was stuck in between her teeth as she dd the physical work of delicately splicing and reconnecting the various optic cables. Sure, it meant sitting on the hard floor for ages but she had dealt with worse and wasn’t about to grumble about it. Faye was anything but soft.

~Faye Calloway, Data Scientist

Hammor had, finally, dealt with the station’s Quartermaster and everything was in order by the end of his shift. He left his office and went to his quarters and took a shower, and then changed into casual clothes: blue jeans and a t-shirt with a leather jacket over it. He then walked out and made his way to the Computer Lab. He walked up to the door and pressed the chime. He did think momentarily about seeing if his credentials would access the space, but since Faye had been forthcoming with him and agreeable to a level of ‘professional cooperation’, he decided against it. Besides, if what she was doing was classified, he doubted he had the clearance to get in except in case of emergency.

Hammor, Ops Chief

There was a long moment of silence before there was a muffled, “Evher.” Another pause and a much more clear, “Enter,” sounded, Calloway’s voice sounding intently focused.

She had popped the cap back in her mouth as she continued to work with the optical cable. Tool in hand, she gave him a quick wave and went back to finishing the capping of the fibre, her focus rather intent. Faye had put away anything classified already before she started this work, so all he’d see is the cables and a stack of computer chips on one of the tables.

~Faye Calloway, Data Scientist

Hammor looked around and whistled softly. “You sure know how to make yourself at home, don’t ya?” he said with a chuckle. He walked over to where she sat on the floor and eyed the connection she was making and then looked away and at the table. Without a word or an inquiry, he simply picked up the crimping tool she would need as soon as she got the cap in place and held it out to her.

“So…” he said looking at nothing and trying to appear as if he wasn’t at all curious about what was going on, “… you gonna have time for a quick tour and a bite? Or should I reschedule my multitude of social engagements and try and kidnap you some other time?” He wasn’t quite sure why, but the thought of her saying no actually made him a bit disappointed.

Hammor, Ops Chief


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