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Monitoring Center

Posted July 21, 2020, 10:49 a.m. by Lieutenant Junior Grade Nikki Brako (Chief of Operations) (Gene Gibbs)

Posted by Petty Officer Benjy Yousefi (Operations) in Monitoring Center

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Nikki Brako (Chief of Operations) in Monitoring Center

Posted by Petty Officer Benjy Yousefi (Operations) in Monitoring Center
Posted by… suppressed (2) by the Post Ghost! 👻

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It was with a dawning realization that Benji had only one arm and with that he wondered if there were twins of him about to make up for that. However with the lad’s enthusiasm that had him bouncing about like ammo tossed in a fire that may not have been necessary. “Same difference. In short we aren’t goin anywhere. Right now ye are sittin on an overworked and undersupplied set of fusion generators. There are decks and decks of civvies who think we are their personal attendants and we’re busier than …” Nikki stopped there and bit his cigar. He was about to say busier than a one armed paper hanger.

Enthusiastic nods and a wild smile greeted Nikki’s words. A cutting edge starship with automated repair protocols and a huge crew? No. This was the place for a technician to be!

“What do ye like doin most?” He asked as his eyes scanned the LCARS banks monitoring the reactors. “I’ll give ye a tour o’ the joint while we talk.” He slipped off the situation console edge and knocked on it. “This is where we see the little picture. Deck by deck displays here. Around the walls ye see the specific areas that we need te focus on. Power. Life Support. Shields. Heaters. Power to them, and so on.”
Nikki

OOC: On tardiness… not at all! I hadn’t thought you were being slow and this place is supposed to be slow anyhoo :) On the arm thing… yes, I thought that was what it was meaning. A failure of my description there: Benjy actually doesn’t have a right arm at all!
OOC: That’ll learn me to check the bio <G> I wondered with your description so played it like Nikki knows nothing about it.

Benjy rounded the console and leaned in, admiring it with abundant interest. He would have had great fun inspecting the wall displays as well, no doubt, but for the moment he was too invested in the console, going so far as to begin poking around to see what other information he could bring up. After breaking himself away from his perusing and realising he had failed to answer, he piped up. “Me? Oh I like a bit of everything really. If it’s broken or just generally a challenge, I’ll have a go! When it comes to my technical skillset… I’m most specialised in keeping the power relays in order and making sure the computer is in tiptop working condition!” He patted the console for emphasis.

“We’ve got a whole lot of relays, lad,” Nikki said. “Old relays that need a lot of attention.” He was going to say more when …

A call came over Nikki’s comm. The voice was clearly male and carried a calm yet confident air of authority. =/\= McGarrett to Brako. Lieutenant, could you meet me at outer docking port 6 in twenty minutes? Maybe bring some help as I have an engineering concern I’d like to address quickly. =/\=

Captain Mathias McGarrett, CO

The young petty officer’s eyes lit up as he heard the voice of the CO come through. A job already!

Benjy Yousefi - Ops

“Looks like we have a job,” Nikki said. “Boss is calling.” He saw Benjy’s eyes go wide. The lad was keen. =^= Aye, we will be up there in twenty minutes =^= Nikki replied. “Now, we have a few minutes to prepare. Twenty sounds like a lot and in a ship it would be a simple trip. But the station is big and the lifts not so quick, and we have over 30 decks te travel. Now, ye have a kit. What’s on it?” He said that as he himself went to a cabinet. The door was a plain gunmetal that had a ding toward the base and innumerable scratches around the handle. Twisting it he pulled it open and pulled out a shoulder satchel that held a more bulky tricorder and assorted small tools. Shifting it onto his shoulder, he pondered what the job might be. There was so much there. Weapons on the pylon, hangers between, docking ports and airlocks to assembly areas and there to warehouses and the like. Any one of them could have an issue. With the state of the station he could toss a dart at the list and hit something needing work.

Benjy leaned steeply with his neck jutting yet further, stealing a curious inspection of the cabinet’s contents. “Ooh, ah, well. There’s a handheld cutter beamer, a phaser welder, some spare isolinear chips… a hyperspanner of course!” The lad tapped along each holder or pouch of his belt as he listed the items.

Once he was satisfied, the Iotian turned to clap Benjy on the shoulder. “Lets go,” he said.
- Nikki

“Lets!” Benjy exclaimed, a little spittle flying into the air along with his enthusiasm. He scampered in persuit of Nikki as they set of. Happy that his boss seemed of a generally casual disposition, he felt freed to be himself. “So what’s the captain like?”

Benjy Yousefi - Ops

They hit the lift in no time and Nikki set the lift running, wincing here and there where it seemed like it ground against something on the way up. Turning to Benjy, he showed a somewhat puzzled expression. “I don’t know,” he said. “Boss has kept to himself for the most part. The couple times I’ve seen him he’s been serious. I’ve mostly had interaction with the boss lady. The XO. She’s a good dame. Can’t say she’s that wise in her choice of husbands what with marry’n a crime boss and all.” He winked. “Not that that is a sin, certainly not comin from me, but let’s just say I’m not too fond o’ baby face. That’s one of his names. But the lass is good. She’s got a fair mind - oh she’s sharp as a tack, but fair minded.” He pointed upward. “We’ll both see more o what the Captain is like.”
- Nikki


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