Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Sharah Fayth (Medical) in Main Sim [Damaged Systems]: Repairing the bio-neural gel packs (TAG O’Larria and Little)

Posted by Ensign Kristiana O’Larria (Engineering Officer) in Main Sim [Damaged Systems]: Repairing the bio-neural gel packs (TAG O’Larria and Little)

Posted by Kvasir (Story Teller) in Main Sim [Damaged Systems]: Repairing the bio-neural gel packs (TAG O’Larria and Little)
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Eldorin blinked as the light from outside the trapped bulkhead lit him up, as though one who hadn’t seen daylight from a cave in months might. Now as it was, the collapsed bulkhead section had the same level of lighting as the outer corridor he found himself, but always a moment to play it up right?

There was something wrong. He could hear it, he could feel it, there was something wrong with the ship harmonics and the sound that only an engineer would notice. There was a junction nearby that acted as a relay for the system of gel packs. He grabbed at the panel in desperation and tried to pull it off with no luck, before realizing that much like anything on a modern ship you needed to use a hypersonic scanner to release the bolts…. Removing his tools from their holsters like the countless pistols he had wielded before, he released the bolts and inspected the packs which were, in a few words, rather disappointing to say the least. He tapped his badge, =/\=Eldorin to Little and O’Larria, meet me in….w’erever I am and breng as many replacement gel packs as you can carry, and fhr good measure a few mhre! If dese are down who knows ‘ow many are blown out. W’en we swatc’ed from main to auxiliary processeng we must ‘ave blown dem out like relays in a….you kids are too young to know anyt’eng about dat. Anyways, get ‘ere quick will ya?! =/\=

Eldorin Adam, CE

A waft of coolant misted out from around the deactivated gelpacks, catching the faint light of the nearby isolinear systems before fading. A nearby panel blinked the word “Stand-By” at Eldorin, followed by several lines of code that told him much of what he expected to find here: a surge of energy had compromised the packs to a degree that they were no longer functional according to Starfleet regulations. A visual assessment was only slightly more heartening. Each of the four gelpacks in the array was a wan shade of indigo shot through with blackened veins where the electrical jolt had seared a ragged path of destruction. While they could certainly be salvaged if taken to a starbase or, in a pinch, used in a diminished capacity, Chief Asam knew they wouldn’t hold up under normal operating stress.

The flashing codes caught his attention, drawing his eye away from the gelpacks. While several of the nearby auxiliary systems had been affected by the surge, most of the damage had been shunted along the EPS grids into only a few major systems: replicators, transporters, and artificial gravity. His expert eye and experienced mind could trace the affected systems along the most likely path away from his present position, like tracking creek waters back to their source upriver. If he and his team were able to find the root cause of the malfunctions, perhaps they could determine what had caused the surge… and how best to repair it.
—Jas—

Kristi had acknowledge the Chief’s call and gathered as many gel packs as would fit on the rolling tool box she now towed behind her. With most systems down that would have been most helpful, transporters being the main one, she managed to bring eight of the packs with her.
Coming to the location the Chief was supposed to be, she frowned and called out, unable to see him. “Chief! It’s Kristi! Where are you?”

Kristi

Eldorin popped his head out from a bulkhead a good 6 meters down stream and said, “ Kristi I seem to have chased a trail av failures, I’m down ‘ere What are you like? Take a look at de codes w’en dey pop up next. I swear w’en I designed ships I had a special panel fhr problem codes at every majhr junction. Did Starfleet keep dem? No av course not… it wasn’t ‘aesdetically pleaseng’ hr some nonsense like dat… So now we get a standby message befhre anyt’eng shows up to tell us what de problem is! Gee it sure would be mhre useful to have my panels than waiteng fhr de damn computer to cycle through… Anyway we need to track down de root cause, come follow me”.

Fayth made several stops along the way. Most of the repair crews were going to have to do the hourly check on each deck. They didn’t have enough bands for everyone, but some of the teams were working deep into the ship and couldn’t get back to a check point easily. So she arranged to meet them, check them, and set them up with the arm bands. Her next stop was Lt Asam. She wasn’t sure how to approach him. Tabris was family and she cared for him deeply. She supposed that made the two elderly…older? Asams family too. But she didn’t know them and their thoughts and feelings towards her always made her … not uncomfortable but a little uncomfortable. They were so thankful for reconnecting them with Tabris. She walked over to him. “Lt Asam. I was sent down to fix set you and your team up with these monitors. They will alarm if you come into contact with the motes.”

Fayth, Med

Looking over a smile slid across his face as he said “ Sharah, please fhr de hundredth time it’s Eldorin. None av this rank nonsense, especially w’en we’re knee deep in troubles. Now what’s this? Oh those damn motes, thank you fhr deses. Not too sure I want to take any risks with dem. I’ve got enough coolant leaks and EPS surges to deal with to accidentally come into contact with those t’engs.”

Eldorin, CE