Posted May 18, 2019, 10:47 p.m. by Lieutenant Gage Whitney (CE) (Andrew Robinson)
The warp core humming, Whitney sat transfixed by the displays in front of him, ignoring the neverending buzz of activity around him. He’d deliberately set the Chief Engineers station out on the deck, rather than in its own contained office. It had never made sense to him to have any department head buried away in a corner when they needed to be able to see the department they supervised.
He’d actually spent relatively little time sitting at the Chiefs station. Most of his work was so transient during construction that he’d spent four or five minutes hovering over a terminal before moving onto the next project. He found he rather enjoyed sitting on the small stool bolted to the walkway. The cold grey-silver mass of the warp core lay before him, with walkways and crawlspaces fitted around it, giving the duty shift the appearance of a hive of ants crawling over and beneath it. In line with his goal of establishing a baseline for the next refit of the Kurtzman Class, he was running level four diagnostics; just in-depth enough to give him detailed information, but not intensive enough to require that systems be shut down. He highly doubted the Captain would appreciate him taking primary systems out of the loop during a mission, particularly one involving potential hostile contact.
He was currently viewing simultaneous records pulled directly from the sensor arrays and comparing them against bridge entries to confirm that there was no degradation in the circuit pathways between the two systems that could cause issues. As with the majority of systems on the bridge, everything ran through Engineering at some point. On the other three screens at his station, he was also running scans of the communications, tactical and environmental systems. He had the rest of the shift focusing on the warp core, nacelles, EPS grid and dilythium reaction systems, but none of them had his experience with broader systems and so he’d taken that role on himself.
He was interrupted as Crewman Stanton tapped him on the shoulder before handing over the cup of mango juice he’d asked for fifteen minutes ago. He opened his mouth to good-naturedly berate the man, before his head was snapped back to his screen by a discrepancy.. Then another.. Then another.. He tapped a key to pause the readout and backed it up, muttering under his breath before he isolated the internal communications array and ran another, more focused scan. He waved Stanton off, his eyes flicking back and forth between the communications data and the incoming sensor diagnostics. He scratched his face, his eyebrows narrowing in confusion. He tapped the comm panel in front of him =^= Engineering to Captain Taggart, could you and Commander Stovik drop by if you have a moment? =^=
Whitney (CE)
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