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Posted by Ensign Tom Little (Science Officer) in Main Sim [Deck 8]: Chaos and Reason
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Kristi hadn’t liked the fact that something merely ‘passing through’ the gel packs could have done so much damage. Add to that the chips, and something was certainly wrong. She went back and forth between engineering and their latest repair location as each system was systematically put back together. When Little spoke up about the systems, she frowned deeper. So now there seemed a bit more to the line of damage. In her mind, she tried to untangle the reason aliens would have for affecting replicators. The transporters made sense to her. The rest… well not so much.

As the Science Officer finished pointing things out, she heard his hesitation at completing his thought. “However… what? You’ve made connections I hadn’t made yet. Finish your thought. I’m curious, even if the others aren’t.” She laughed slightly trying to take the edge off the situation. She knew the others were as curious as her about the half dangled, unfinished sentence. “You know…” she said after a moment. “I’m starting to wonder if we are being lead up this path, somehow. Every connection brings us closer and closer to the final connection which will put this ship back to rights. Then why am I so nervous about what that last connection may cause to happen?” She sighed, wondering if she was just being paranoid. “I keep getting the feeling we are putting fuses on our own bomb.” Looking around, she waited for someone to laugh out loud, maybe even fall over doing so, and telling her she was a ninny. It wouldn’t be the first time.

Kristi
Engineer

“Well, um… the bulkheads,” Tom replied to the engineering officer with the less tense voice possible. He magnified the right top and explained. “That’s the exception I don’t understand. It’s the malfunction that stood out with no connections with others.”

“Bulkhead was designed for emergencies, such as hull breach. But this was usually for secondary since the ship has force fields. Both can be triggered if things are below habitable standards. Then computers decide from the preset functions to shut off or not.” He pointed the heads. “I don’t understand why some are closed while some aren’t. I mean, here, for example, they are in the same deck. Shouldn’t they all close if something is going on there?”

After her bomb statement, he raised a few sweats from his forehead. If this was warp core failure, the last resort was to eject it. But shooting these cores would be unprecedented, at least he never heard of from his Starfleet history class. Although, he didn’t mind if she was just trying to brighten the mood by saying so. I will have a drink after this for sure.

Little, Sci

Reyes peeked over Little’s shoulder with a pensive look on her face. “It would depend on whether the sensor relays that help operate those bulkhead systems were affected by the malfunction. If, say, a sensor at the north end of this section was tricked into thinking there was a hull breach, it would seal as part of protocol while the bulkhead at the south end would stay open and unaffected. But there are usually redundancies to prevent those kinds of false registrations, so it’s not very likely. Plausible, not probable, if that makes sense. What are you thinking, exactly?”

“Yes, yes, I’m trying to make sense from you what said. Let me see the section you just mentioned.” Tom reached from another hand. Instead of his fingers, the band monitor shook the panel awkwardly. What is in a name I’m wearing this thing at the first pla..ce? O.h.? He starred at his arm, head turned to the panel, and said, “team, could this be breaching points? For motes?” “If these floating lights fooled the bulkhead sensors and made it to be a hull breach-like situation, it might be left things like this.” He was making this assumption from limited information he could assemble. He didn’t want to rush to a conclusion since everyone around him spent more time on this ship than him, an outsider. He also didn’t know if this should be even the priority however, “if that’s the case, their data might be collectible for further analysis. Of course,” He looked around and said, “if that doesn’t slow down the repairs we’re doing here.”

Little, Sci

Eldorin grumbled as he pulled himself back out of the Jefferies hatch. He was needed elsewhere. =^=Chief asam ter kt-qt. dare is sum trouble up on deck 8. i’d loike ter clap waaat yer can make av it. on de double, you’re takin’ me place wi’ de repair team. means you’re in charge. (Chief Asam to KT-QT. There is some trouble up on Deck 8. I’d like to see what you can make of it. On the double, you’re taking my place with the repair team. Means you’re in charge.)=^=

Eldorin

Several hours later, a chime came across the comm system. A message for the senior staff winked at the passers-by, patiently awaiting to be ignored or accessed.

[If there’s any activity/investigation to be done, please make sure to post it above. Otherwise, feel free to involve yourself elsewhere.]
—Jas—

A chirp rippled through the air, and a voice called through the comm system. =^=“Attention, all decks! This is Lieutenant Bowman in Engineering. Please stand by while we initiate a static warp field. As disorientation is common during field attenuation, more-sensitive species are advised to brace. The process should take no more than thirty seconds; crewman who experience prolonged symptoms are advised to report to the nearest medical team. Field will engage in ten seconds. Bowman, out.”=^=

The edges of peripheral vision rippled and warped as the static warp field built towards its expansion threshold. Monitor systems blinked and flashed as they channeled the energy in the proper flow, but for a wonder there were no klaxons. After a long moment, the pressure change in the section snapped away and dissipated as surely as if has never been.

Reyes shook her head as the field passed through the corridor, looking about to make sure the rest of her team was unaffected. Thankfully there were no cries of pain, no crash of tools. The last thing she needed was the chief grilling her on why repairs had been delayed. It wasn’t so much that he was rough to deal with, it was that thick accent of his. She had almost botched her first review because she thought he’d had marbles in his mouth. Shaking herself back to the present, the engineer nodded to Ensign Little.

“Always follow your instincts,” she agreed. “That’s what my father would tell me, anyway, and it’s never steered me wrong. My team can follow this isolinear lead while you chase down the malfunction logs, least until the lieutenant shows up and gives us new orders.”

She leaned past Little and barked, “Drix, let’s break out some thermophasic scanners and get to work!“

A lamented sigh rasped from the jefferies tube. “Yes, ma’am.”
—Jas—

“Will do.” Tom responded to Reyes, “Okay, I’ll be back and um… be safe out there.” He gave a mental salute then turned to O’Larria and said, “I’ll go collect some data from the walls. You’re welcome to join me, or stay here waiting for the Chief to show up. If you do that, please tell him the location I’m heading. I’ll be checking with you every 15 minutes, once I arrived… there.” He pointed a bulkhead section near their position, which was the same deck closer to Computer Core 1 level E.

Little, Sci