Posted Jan. 11, 2019, 9:35 p.m. by Ensign Michael "Mike" Thompson (Engineer) (Katy Darrah)
Posted by Lieutenant Drake Marshall (Surgery and Emergency Medicine) in Pre sim-Reporting to Chief Engineer
Posted by Ensign Michael “Mike” Thompson (Engineer) in Pre sim-Reporting to Chief Engineer
Posted by Lieutenant Drake Marshall (Surgery and Emergency Medicine) in Pre sim-Reporting to Chief Engineer
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I’ve have a very long day. And its not even noon Mike thought, dragging himself to Main Engineering. As soon as he entered the space, he felt rejuvenated, being right where it all mattered. This was where he was meant to be, Engineering was his focus, and he loved it, he began with building them, but also loved helping to fix them if they got damaged, that’s why he was here.After a few moments taking it all in, and admiring it, he pulled himself out of his thoughts and headed directly to a man he noticed as the man he remembered as the Chief Engineer. “Lieutenant Pierce?”
Michael “Mike” Thompson
“Yes?” Mark asked, turning to see who was speaking to him. An Ensign he didn’t recognise. He was in the gold uniform of an engineer though. “Ah. Ensign Thompson. I got your transfer orders the other day. Come with me, we’ll talk in my office.” He walked towards an open door.
Inside the tiny cube that passed for the CE’s office, Mark walked over to a replicator. “Coffee, black.” A beverage appeared in front of him. He claimed his and then turned to the new crew member. “Anything from the replicator before we get started?”
-Lt(j.g.) Mark Pierce, CE
“Same thing would be nice.” Mike replied, walking into the office behind Mark. He realized the office was little more than a large storage closet, and briefly wondered if Starfleet forgot to put it in and actually re-purposed a closet.
Michael “Mike” Thompson
Mark placed the coffees on either side of his desk and sat down. “Have a seat. As you can tell, we’re a small ship with a small engineering compartment. Make no mistake however, we are an essential service. The doctors get all the press, but it’s our job to keep this place running in perfect order. If you’re not familiar with McCoy class specs, I suggest you change that. Small compartment, small team. Know your craft inside and out. You’ll probably be working closest with myself and Lt Easter. If you need help, find one of us. I know that’s a lot of information. If you have any questions, now’s the time.”
-Lt(j.g.) Mark Pierce, CE
Mike took a seat and silently took in all the information. “I’m familiar with the specs. At least enough to fix it if it breaks.” He took a sip of his coffee, thinking, “Where do you want me to start?” He was eager to get going, ready to prove himself.
Michael “Mike” Thompson
Mark smiled. “There’s a problem with holodeck 1 Doctor Marshall is sending down a complaint an hour about. Just hope you never have to deal with him. We’ll go see about that in a few minutes. I have a couple questions first. You joined Starfleet a little later than most. Any prior experience I should know about?”
“Also, you did well at the Academy, you seem eager. Do you have a specialty? Anything you want to do?”
-Lt(j.g.) Mark Pierce, CE
“My father, two of my brothers, and one of my sisters are all shipbuilders. I worked with them for a few years, but it got stale. I did learn how to easily diagnose a problem, even without traditional equipment.” Mike said, nodding. “As for my specialty, nothing in particular, though I am quite fond of more physical repairs, stuff like what I used to do.”
Michael “Mike” Thompson
Mark nodded. “I like it. Ready for anything. And on the fly. Speaking of on the fly, you said you wanted to get to work?” He tossed Mike a tricorder. “Follow me.” He stood up and exited his office, heading for the turbolift.
Lt(j.g.) Mark Pierce, CE
Mike deftly caught the tricorder and followed Mark to the turbolift, easily keeping up. “This Doctor Marshall, he doesn’t sound like a patient man.”
Michael “Mike” Thompson
“He’s a surgeon. So, naturally, he’s a jackass.” He stepped into the turbolift with his colleague. “Deck 6. The team and I have had encounters with him before. Though I’m sure he’d be hard pressed to remember any of our names. We’re just grease monkeys.”
As the turbolift came to a halt and the doors opened, they saw a doctor leaned up against the wall in the distance, directly in front of the holodeck.
-Lt(j.g.) Mark Pierce, CE
Drake turned his head, a grim expression on his face. He stalked over to the engineers. “I booked 4 hours of simulation time. I have lost 2 of those hours to your inability to drag yourselves up here. It’s a simple problem. Had I the tools, I would’ve fixed it myself. Get to it.” He pointed to the holodeck doors.
-Dr Drake Marshall
Mike couldn’t resist, “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t know that teal was Engineering. Might I ask where you got your experience and why you aren’t using it for Engineering rather than Medical?”
Michael “Mike” Thompson
“I wouldn’t stoop so low. Besides, as a surgeon, I actually help people when they need it.” Drake stalked over to the holodeck. “It’s loading the wrong program. Fix. Now.”
-Dr Drake Marshall
Michael chuckled, “I’m the one that actually helps you do that job of helping people. One of these days a system’s gonna fail and you’re gonna find out that the only one who knows how to fix it doesn’t want to. Keep treating engineers like we are nothing, and you aren’t gonna like what happens. And trust me, do what you will about on the record complaints. Unlike a lot of people, I actually have a pretty good job as a shipbuilder I can fall back on.”
“Yes. I come from a family of shipbuilders. So yes, there are several systems on this ship, in many places, including sickbay, that may end up damaged, that only 4 people in the fleet can fix, and three of those are commander rank or higher. I don’t care if you try to ruin my career, I don’t really need it.” Michael said, pulling out his tricorder. “And honestly, if I wasn’t with my department chief, I’d refuse to help you until you apologized and reissued your request politely.”
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