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Conference Room - Talking Down, Punching Up

Posted Feb. 24, 2024, 3:56 p.m. by Lieutenant Commander Dr. Solomon Kane (Research & Development) (James Sinclair)

Posted by Captain Dira Myqian (Commanding Officer) in Conference Room - Talking Down, Punching Up

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Posted by Captain Dira Myqian (Commanding Officer) in Conference Room - Talking Down, Punching Up
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=/\= Yeah yeah, keep your pants on. I’ll be there in a minute. =/\= came the terse response. The Admiral’s eyebrows rose in shock and indignation. “Wha-! What did he just say?!”

Myqian just looked nonplussed and replied,” He’s on his way.”

A few minutes later the door slid open and Kane, surprisingly in at least his uniform top- came in. His hair was particularly wild that day, and he had what appeared to be mustard stains on the white shirt he wore under his uniform top; which was open to reveal the shirt with the black-lettered words ‘I’m Huge In Japan’ on it.

As Kane entered, the Admiral’s jaw dropped open and he stared at the head of R&D. Finally he almost shouted “What is this?!?! Some kind of joke?!” He stared Kane up and down as he slowly rose to his feet. Spying the pips on Kane’s collar, he fixed the ‘officer’ with (what he thought was) a withering look. “Lieutenant Commander… what exactly do you think yiu are wearing?” Kane looked at the man, made an obvious point to squint and stare for a moment at the gold bar rank insignia on his collar, and then flopped down in a chair, looked at Dira and said “Who’ the stuffed shirt?” and then he clapped his hand together once and put on a look of false surprise. “OH! Did you get me a stripper for my birthday?!” and he gave her his best I’m SO gonna make this bad because I do not care smile.

Kane, R&D

She simply shot him a Behave for my sake look and slid the PADD across the table to him. “This is Admiral Groyton who has asked us to test out a new tricorder. I’d like you’re input on how best to proceed with such a test.”

Myqian turned to the Admiral. “Admiral, this is Lieutenant Commander Solomon Kane, one of the finest R&D minds in Starfleet. I’m very fortunate to have him on my team,” she said with smile.

Captain Myqian, CO

“‘Sup.” Kane said and leaned forward and grabbed the PaDD and started scrolling. Groyton stood there, mouth agape, and then took a deep breath. “Capatin, I would like a word. In private.” and he looked at Kane, who didn’t look up. “That means you are excused, Lieutenant Commander.” he added through clinched teeth. Kane didn’t budge for a moment and then he held up a hand and extended a finger… amazingly not the gesture he could have given; but instead a raised index finger in the universal sign of ‘Hang on a second.’ The Admiral’s eyes almost bulged out of his head and he started to stammer something very un-Admiral like when Kane said “No thanks. I’m good.” and then he tapped the PaDD for a few moments and slid it across the table to Myqian. “It won’t work. There’s why.” and he stood up and walked out the door without any further look.

On the PaDD, inside the schematics, were five red circles around various parts. No explanation… just circles.

Groyton sat down and looked at Myqian with as red a face as one could have without having a stroke. “Captain, I do NOT know what kind of ship you run here, but if that… that… thing… calling himself an officer is one of your best? I am probably asking the wrong group to administer these field tests. And yes, I will filing disciplinary documentation for your so-called ‘fine mind’.”

Kane / Groyton

Dira blinked and her dark hard stared at the Admiral. “Actually, Sir. with all due respect, no you will not. Or rather, you are welcome to, but it is pointless. Dr. Kane is outside of your purview. Beyond that, I have been running this ship in an exemplary fashion, so says everyone at Command that I have spoken to recently. This is my ship, and I handle my personnel as I see fit. Yes, there are perhaps some expected behaviours that you are expecting that you did not get that you would from others, but in my experience when I let my crew do what they do best, they actually give their best. Which…” She slid the PADD over to Groyton. “You will see here if you take a moment to take a deep breath and examine what he has noted. I’m not the expert on this technology, so you will have to tell me if he has the right of it.” She was exceptionally respectful, but Dira would not be pushed around. Not even by an Admiral.

Captain Myqian, CO

Groyton’s face screwed up and he was about to burst a vessel when the door slid open and Kane came back in carrying a coffee mug with the small words ‘Warning: The Occupational Safety and Health Administration (OSHA) has determined that the maximum safe load capacity of my ass is three persons, unless i install handrails or safety harnesses. As you arrived to jump my ass fourth, you will have to take a number and wait your turn.’ on the side and picture of an old Earth actor named Dick Van Dyke. Kane sat back down and he looked at Groyton over the lip of the mug as he lifted it towards his lips. “Yeah… go ahead and tell me if I have it right.” and he took a sip.

Kane, R&D

Dira curbed the snort that wanted to erupt at the sight of the mug, but she was too practiced at hiding her reactions to let that slip. She simply looked to the Admiral and gestured to the PADD. “We would love your feedback on Doctor Kane’s insights, Admiral.”

Captain Myqian, CO

Groyton glared back and forth between the two Ogaws officers and then looked at the PaDD. Groyton was a pompous blowhard, but that didn’t mean he was stupid. Contrary to the beliefs of many enlisted and junior Star Fleet officers, the majority of individuals who were promoted to Flag ranks weren’t idiots. “You say it won’t work, and these circles are why. Fine.” and he looked up at Kane. “Fine. Tell me why.” Kane sipped his coffee and said “You didn’t say please.” Groyton’s face went red again and Kane chuckled. “But I’ll let it slide this time.” He took another drink and said “First circle. Scan interpretation relay. Second circle. Internal Power supply. You put that module with that power supply and it’ll burn out in a week, probably less. Now, I don’t know if you are a doctor or anything, but having your core diagnostic tool crap out mid-mission is bad, mmkay? Whoever designed obviously didn’t think about longevity. Because those circles are key components to any tricorder; and that power cell will turn them yo ash after a couple dozen uses. Oh sure, the scans you could do with it before then would be amazing; but that doesn’t mean crap when it shorts during a mass casualty event. No, using a standard and overclocked dilithium cell is just lazy. If I were you and had to put my name on this thing? I’d be over at the Daystrom Institute asking them to hook you up with one of those new Quantum Nanite Power cells. Miniaturized about ten times smaller than that brick of a cell; and would give you room to bump up the molecular dynamics relay and probably put in a backup emitter since those are the ones that go bad most often.”

Groyton listened and then looked at the schematic. He then said “Should I ask how you know what the Daystrom Institute is working on?” Kane grinned and said “You could, but then I’d have to kill you.” It was impossible to tell if Kane meant that.

Kane, R&D

“What sort of production changes need to be made in order to utilize such a power cell? Is this something we can do here and test out say ten or twenty in different capacities? Some in each medical area plus y? I’d love to see more detailed neural scans on the fly rather than requiring people to be in a med bay for a neurographic scan. I’m not expecting them the to catch everything but if we can pick up even small oddities in the brain during triage then that could make a huge difference in outcomes, especially if they look like they could be green status but really they have an aneurysm about to burst. An alert system for such things would ensure that in the chaos of a mass casualty situation, the person doing triage doesn’t just miss it because they are stressed and fallible.”

Captain Myqian, CO

Kane nodded. “Oh yeah. Easy. Just a quick rework of rhe power coupling and cell bracket. Here.” He grabbed the PaDD from the Admiral’s hand and pulled out the stylus. “Lieutenant Commander-” the Admiral said “- I’m sure you realize that what you propose would take months of redesign and reworking of multiple components. Not to mention drastic recalibration of power flow and genral harmonization of micro-components which takes more than a ‘doodle’ on a screen. So to sit here and-“ “Done.” Kane said, and flipped the PaDD over to the Admiral. On the screen were some very delicate drawings over the existing areas, showing a new power coupling and bracket. It was sleek, efficient, and somehow almost beautiful. Groyton looked at the screen for a long time in silence, his brow furrowed. Finally he slowly looked up and at Myqian. “Who in the actual seven hells of Korovan is this?” he asked and looked back at the screen and shook his head slightly in incredulity.

Kane, R&D


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