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Side-Sim How I Meet The New DH (Tag CE)

Posted June 12, 2022, 6:16 p.m. by Ensign Kovan ch'Sirhc (Engineering & Communications Officer) (Abigail G)

Posted by 1st Lieutenant Riss Ch’ethyniq (Chief Engineer) in Side-Sim How I Meet The New DH (Tag CE)

Posted by Ensign Kovan ch’Sirhc (Engineering & Communications Officer) in Side-Sim How I Meet The New DH (Tag CE)

Posted by 1st Lieutenant Riss Ch’ethyniq (Chief Engineer) in Side-Sim How I Meet The New DH (Tag CE)
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“I swear if I find the k’thlek who mangled this repair job I’ll-” Kovan switched to another language unknown to the universal translator. He discovered that completely by accident and has happily abused it since. Now, instead of mentally ranting in his head, he could have the physical satisfaction of ranting out loud and no one could report him for abusive language because they don’t know what he’s saying anyways. Though his tone and facial expressions conveyed his true feelings regardless. Still, the other engineers on deck gave him side-eyed glares in response. Kovan was not a well-liked crew mate, and that suited him just fine.

Hyperspanner in hand, Kovan began to repair the repairs that while seemingly fine in the moment, would have eventually degraded and caused long-term damage down the line. You’d think Starfleet engineers would care about doing a proper job or did they waste their Academy years at parties and passing tests by the skin of their teeth? Though Kovan was young service-wise, he was a seasoned traveler of the galaxy and knew that even the smallest technical issue aboard a Starship could lead to critical or catastrophic results down the line. These engineers never had to travel in ships horribly out of date. Never had to hold a ship together with string and prayers. Never had to manually crawl through a ship’s vents and wires to coax power back into the engines to bring life support back online.

Ensign ch’Sirhc COMMO/ENGR

A voice from behind him said “And may I ask just what, exactly, you are doing there Ensign?” The speaker was tall-sh, and would have passed for human save for the web-like ridges across their large forehead. Dark brown hair meticulously cut in a somewhat military fashion, and startlingly green eyes peered at the Andorian. They wore the red uniform of the Engineering division, but the rank insignia was completely foreign. “And I’m fairly certain that while the Universal Translator didn’t catch that particular phrase, it’s probably not something you want to be blasting across the bay.”

Riss, CE

Kovan didn’t flinch when someone suddenly spoke behind him, but he swore once more before deactivating his hyperspanner and turning around. He didn’t recognize the crewman behind him, nor immediately recognized their species. Kovan’s seen a wide variety of what galaxy has to offer but that was drops in the bucket. “I’m repairing the shoddy repair job.” Kovan answered. As a swing officer, Kovan had his choice of uniform color and he had elected to wear red as communications and languages was his specialty and where most of his experience lay.

He gave a sardonic shrug, “What, no one can understand what I’m saying. I could be reciting klingon poetry and you have to use an angry tone for that. Otherwise you’re not truly recreating the cultural experience.” Before turning back to the console to continue the work he had started before being interupted by this random kill-joy.

Ensign ch’Sirhc COMMO/ENGR

The ‘kill-joy’ grunted softly and then said “Did you ever stop to think that maybe whomever did that… what did you call it? Right… ‘shoddy’ repair job might not want you to fix it? That maybe there is a reason its not done better?” The individual crossed their arms on their chest and looked a bit more than slightly perturbed.

Riss, CE

What. Kovan stared at Riss, baffled and not entirely sure he heard that right. “I wouldn’t call laziness a reason.” Kovan shot back. “Just look at these connections! If left like this they would eventually burn-out and take this whole board down!” Kovan had come here to perform maintenance upon the power coupling connected to this switch board. That’s when he noticed that the connections were connected directly to the wires without heat-gel in-between. The board wasn’t an important one, wasn’t tied into any major systems or sub-systems. But every little detail mattered. There was nothing minor or insignificant aboard a starship.

To some it may seem like paranoia. Kovan’s work ethic would seem to imply as such. He did impeccable and thorough work, no matter what he worked upon. “What, you think they were going to come back and redo what they should have done the first time? Right, and I’m actually green and my voice can make the flowers bloom”

Ensign ch’Sirhc COMMO/ENGR

“Or… you can maybe ask before getting your antennae twisted.” Riss replied with a slight smile. “And its not laziness… its buffering. The down-line plasma conduit is being replaced. Unfortunately, that conduit is one of Sickbay’s. And since we can’t afford a power surge in Medical, I set that particular board up as a kind of circuit breaker. When the new conduit comes on line, in the off chance we get a surge, that ‘shoddy repair job’ will fail and blow… thus preventing the surge from affecting anything important. And its a quick fix… unlike having to replace multiple boards, processors, and power converters. So if you will now stop fixing what is supposed to be broken, I’d really appreciate it.” His tone wasn’t abrasive, nor even annoyed. It was more akin to an uncle explaining something to an unruly nephew.

Riss, CE

Kovan had a smart reply at the ready, the moment the stranger started to speak. So convinced that he was right, the smartest person in the room, that it didn’t matter what this person said. Until it did. It was all perfectly logical. Kovan could tell it was the truth. Hell, he might have done it the same way if given the assignment. “There should have been a memo sent through the department.” He said, defensive, but he was grasping at straws. Documentation and alerts were engineering standards but on a small ship like this unless it was something sensitive, critical or had far reaching potential impacts then there was no need to alert the whole department over every little thing. Not over something as simple as this. “Who are you anyways?” Kovan said, further deflecting.

Ensign ch’Sirhc COMMO/ENGR


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