Posted March 30, 2021, 2:25 p.m. by Senior Chief Petty Officer Karl Johansson (Engineer) (Hjortur Ingi)
Posted by Lieutenant Commander T’Pria (Engineering Chief) in Pre-Sim - Main Engineering - Karl Reporting In
Posted by Senior Chief Petty Officer Karl Johansson (Engineer) in Pre-Sim - Main Engineering - Karl Reporting In
Posted by Lieutenant Commander T’Pria (Engineering Chief) in Pre-Sim - Main Engineering - Karl Reporting In
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After throwing his bag in his quarters and getting a few more hours of sleep, Karl got himself a cup of coffee and made his way to Main Engineering. He made sure that he’d arrive at the start of the Chief Engineers duty shift. He walked past the officers filling up the corridors, moving out of the way for the more distracted people. He’d always respected the Officers of Starfleet, it was no easy feat to graduate from the Academy, the brightest minds of each generation roamed the halls of thousands of starships like this. But he never could get over how so many of his superiors in rank seemed to be so young, fresh graduates that didn’t even need to shave their armpits yet.He took a moment to examine and admire the engine room and the warp engines themselves. After a moment of gawking, he made his way portside to the Chief Engineers office and knocked on the side of the door.
SCPO Karl - Eng
“The chief doessn’t really usse her office” Came a soft almost growl like voice form behind Karl. When he turned round he would see a tall ginger Catian standing behind him. Her tail swished slightly from side to side “Enssign Cleolet” she said offering her hand.
“The chief prefersss her work sstation on the ssecond level” she said indicating to where the Chief usually was.
Ensign Cleolet (Engineer)
Karl turned around to face the Catian Ensign. He nodded slowly “I see, thank you sir” He said with a tight smile. He looked upstairs to where she indicated.
And indeed, was Karl to cast his eyes towards the upper gantry, he would see a small and impeccably-arranged desk, at which sat an equally impeccable Vulcan female, currently reading through a large stack of PADD’s while sipping at a cup of spice tea. Below her, on the main engineering deck, yellow-suited crewmembers scurried to and fro in almost complete silence, walking almost on tiptoe and speaking almost in whispers.
At the sight of Cleolet conversing with the newcomer, Ensign Frye hurried over to join them.
“Please tell me you completed the morning’s diagnostics,” he pleaded in near- whisper to the Caitian. “You only have ten more minutes before she expects them on her desk.”
Then glancing at Johansson he added, “You new here? That should make the boss happy.”
- Lt Cmdr T’Pria (CE) & NE Frye (long suffering engineer)
Cleolet nodded “Yess ten minutes ago. I also changed the transissstor in panel 17. sssomeone forgot to do it yesterday.” she said simply. She couldn’t understand the concern in the ensign voice after all it was an easy job and while the deadline was tight it wasn’t that hard to get the work down in the time.
Karl chuckled at the NE’s question “Glad to hear it, sir” He gave Cleolet and Frye a curt nod “If you’ll excuse me I think I’ll introduce myself to the boss. Sir, Ma’am” He said before turning to the second level. He climbed to the second floor and made his way to the Vulcan. He gave a slight cough to let her know that he was standing there “Commander T’Pria, I’m Chief Karl Jóhansson, reporting for duty” He had a neutral expression on his face. The woman seemed to be young but then of course she was a Vulcan, she could be twice his age and not look it.
SCPO Karl - Eng
“Welcome aboard” Cleolet called after him.
Ensign Cleolet (Engineer)
At Karl’s approach, the Vulcan engineering chief had been entering co-ordinates into a probe configuration file, delicate fingers gliding almost silently over the keypad before her. She did not immediately respond to the man’s introduction but instead took time to complete her current task, before logging out of her terminal then casting her eyes across the room, eventually locating, and gesturing to, Ensign Cleolet.
“Ensign, the watch is yours,” she informed the Caitian. Then finally her attention was paid to the newcomer as, with a smile, she announced, “I am Lt Cmdr T’Pria. Welcome to engineering. Let us walk.”Karl gave his superior a nod and followed her towards the ladder.
As with Cleolet before him, the Vulcan led Johansson back down the ladder to the main engineering deck and then over to her empty office.
“Initially I conducted boarding interviews at my desk,” she explained as they walked. “But found most of the crew suddenly mute when required to share personal details in range of their peers. Not that we haven’t all studied each other’s files in detail,” she added with a tone that hinted at sarcasm.
“However, it is equally to my benefit that my crew speak openly and honestly with me. So if the privacy afforded by my office can assist with that, so be it.”“Understood, sir. Some folks are shyer than others” He said with a slight smile
In stark contrast to the clinical whites of the engineering deck, inside the small office was a kaleidoscope of colour. On every wall, from floor to ceiling, hung a large, bright, woven tapestry depicting various locations on the Vulcan homeworld. And in the centre of the room, a single, low table surrounded by a mountain of rainbow-hued cushions.
Moving to one of the tapestries, the Vulcan rummaged behind it and produced a large pot of tea with two bowl-like cups. Then, placing the tea on the table, she settled herself cross-legged onto a cushion and nodded for the newcomer to join her.“So, Mr Johansson,” she began, “let us start at the beginning. Why engineering? What draws you to this discipline above all others?”
- Lt Cmdr T’Pria (CE)
Karl looked around the office, looking around the decorations. It was a lot more colourful than he’d expected from a Vulcan. He raised an eyebrow at the cushion and the lowered desk but didn’t comment. He sat down, carefully crossing his legs to sit comfortably “My parents” He started “My father’s a mechanic who spent half his life building ships over Mars, my mother is a Warp Engine Specialist, I grew up reading engineering manuals, schematics, and similar engineering-related paraphernalia. I had a knack for engines and for as long as I can remember I’ve always wanted to work on a starship. As soon as I was old enough I applied for the technical services academy on Mars, I wanted to get out as soon there as I could.” He spoke in slightly accented English “I also liked the idea of getting to work directly with engines, wasn’t very interested in Enlisting as an Officer.”
SCPO Karl - Eng
“No ambitions to become a captain of your own starship one day, then?” she inquired.
Karl shook his head “No, Ma’am, didn’t even aim for being a Chief Petty.” He said with a slight smile “Maybe I’ll aim for Master Chief someday but I’m pleased with my lot.”
Vulcan philosophy was no enemy of ambition. Indeed, it could be a powerful motivator and a sharp lens through which to focus one’s attention. But it could also so easily become a distraction. So the Chief felt a certain degree of respect for the SCPO’s choices.
“Would it be your wish to specialise in warp core maintenance within this team?” T’Pria continued, between delicate sips of tea. “If so then I would agree it as a logical placement. But perhaps you have other ideas? Or other questions for me?”
- Lt Cmdr T’Pria (CE)
“Warp cores are my speciality but I am handy wherever I’m needed” He said simply “But maintenance sounds like a good spot for me” He said with a nod “My only questions are regarding the Engines, are there any specifics or quirks I need to know about it?” He asked, “Have you named it?” He asked quite seriously.
SCPO Karl - Eng
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