Posted June 21, 2022, 7:27 p.m. by Lieutenant Siarram Ch'Thaanaq (Chief Engineer) (Lucas Foxley)
Posted by Captain Dante Knight (Commanding Officer) in Main Engineering - Doing the Rounds
The doors to the Saracen’s Engineering department opened in front of him, and Dante paused a moment as he surveyed the bustle of activity coming from the heart of his ship. Yellow shirted Engineers scurried about their duties, watched by the obligatory Red Shirts that were assigned Security Detail to the room like big brother watching over them.Dante stepped through the doors and allowed them to close behind him as a pair of NE’s walked past with PaDD’s, intense expressions and using techno babble that he was pretty sure was gibberish and invented by some ultra secret Engineers Guild to make them sound intelligent. That brought a small smirk to his face that he quickly covered by taking a sip of the oversized cup of coffee in his hand that went with him everywhere, emblazoned by writing on the side that read Best Father in the Universe with a hand drawn caricature of a small child and big lizard next to it.
“If I was a Chief Engineer, where would I be?” He said to himself while his eyes wandered over the various ladders and ducts that made up the walls of Main Engineering. Finally, not spotting who he was looking for he simply turned for the Office off to the side, hitting the chime on the outside and leaning against the wall watching the activity.
Captain Knight, CO
The Chief Engineer at that time happened to be head-in-duct with a toolbox opened next to him. A string of Andorian curses could be heard, though quietly, coming from inside. Siarram reached out, grabbed another tool, and then another couple of curses floated out. It was a repair he’d been avoiding for a while, he’d known it was going to be a pain. But the request had come in again, and he couldn’t ignore it again so there he was, driving himself crazy.
When one of the engineers noticed the Captain standing outside the Engineering office, they pointed him towards the hole Siarram’s legs were sticking out of. It was a couple of minutes before Siarram’s head poked out of the duct and when it did, he looked up. It took him a whole of two seconds to recognize the person standing in front of him. “Captain! Were you looking for me?” Then he made a face, “I hope you haven’t been standing there too long. I was fixing the replicator in the lounge… It’s apparently been dispensing extremely bitter drinks for weeks! The replication coils are off… and refuse to be fixed!”
~ Lt Ch’thaanaq, CE
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