Posted by Ensign Winston Greiss (Engineer) in Science Lab 2 - Side Sim: Ancient(?) technology

Posted by Ensign Winston Greiss (Engineer) in Science Lab 2 - Side Sim: Ancient(?) technology

Posted by Ensign Winston Greiss (Engineer) in Science Lab 2 - Side Sim: Ancient(?) technology
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Now, Clint might have bene one of the most laid back and easy going of the entire science department, but he knew a cagey person when he saw one and people behaving oddly in a departmental space that was not their own certainly was going to draw a lot of attention. Holding his arm out, Marshall blocked the engineer’s path. “Sorry, newbie, not so fast. I might not outrank you but I do have seniority. Why don’cha have a seat and tell me what all the fuss is about and if the answer is satisfactory, then perhaps we won’t have to involve any of the uppers.

~Ensign Clint Marshall, Sciences

Greiss raised a finger to object, but quickly and weakly lowered it, knowing he could do nothing now that this man was certainly onto him. “Okay… Alright…”
He sighed in disappointment of his buffoonery and continued on. “Remember the deep space survey station that we stopped at a few days ago? There was a Bolian there who said he could have parts for the computer core upgrades shipped here if I helped him reconstruct these hunks of centuries old home electronic junk that he calls ‘Ancient Human Technological Relics’.” Winston picked up a cartridge with torn ribbons of tape extending from to openings to demonstrate. I’d replicate replacements, but he refuses to send the shuttle with the parts unless I manually reassemble and correctly repair this god-forsaken copper circuitry.” Winston moved closer to Clint and began to whisper. “Thing is, I can’t just ask for the components of that Micro-Ionized Redistributor over there without proper authorization. Bad news about that is that my Bolian friend I have contact with isn’t exactly… sanctioned“

~Ensign Winston Greiss, Engineer.

An engineer, tinker, deconstructor, he was not. But Clint could appreciate a sly deal on the side where necessary. He was not above bending the rules on occasion. Hence the cowboy hat. “Hmm,” he said leaning in to look at the odd device. “That does seem to put’cha in a bit of a pickle, now doesn’it?” He held up a finger to interject. “Can we revisit the part where you need to get parts without authorization? What is stopping from getting said authorization. The Chief Engineer doesn’t strike me an an unreasonable woman.”

~Ensign Clint Marshall, Sciences

“The thing I’m worried about isn’t her, it’s the Bolian. Guy is very, very, shifty, and not at all on starfleet’s good side. From what I’ve dug up, he wooed some gullible lieutenant to give him safe passage through nausicaan space on a ship called the Trafalgar. During a tense trade negotiation, he made off with the Nausicaan ship’s merchandise and left the Trafalgar’s crew for dead. If not for some clever thinking, and mind you, excellently optimized phasers, that scrappy escort would be a shredded husk of metal superstructure, and we’d be in open conflict with the Nausicaans. The Bolian’s been dodging authorities since.” Greiss tried to avoid eye contact as he divulged more. “I know that the crew would be more than willing to help me out with this, but we’re just ensigns, and…” A large sigh came from Winston. “I’m too afraid to face her about this.”

~Ensign Winston Greiss, Engineer.
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Clint was about to say something and then raised a hand, pointing an index finger. his mouth snapped shut and he just gave Greiss a long look for a moment. “Okay, I get having bent some rules to accomplish something and then finding yourself in over your head. Happens to the best of us, includin’ yours truly. But I still am not quite sure why you had to deal with the Bolian in the first place? I feel like I’m missin’ somethin’.”

~Ensign Clint Marshall, Sciences

“I hate to admit it, but he was a really good negotiator.” Greiss severely hesitated before he spoke the second time. “And… Well, I didn’t do any research on the guy until after I decided to sign a contract with him.” He tugged at his collar. “I’m pretty much stuck in this bind unless I spill the beans to the Cheif, which isn’t happening, or I have to somehow instantly generate myself enough courage or charisma to actually convince the Bolian to loosen up the agreement, so it doesn’t involve all this sneaking around.”
~Ensign Winston Greiss, Engineer.

Yep, quite the pickle. But Clint just nodded his head slowly. “So… what do we need to do to fix the situation, then?” he said, his curious gaze alit with mischief. He wasn’t one to make someone suffer, though he had felt the anxiety filled moments of being caught by a more senior officer might serve as a future warning. Still, he wasnt’ going to leave the man high and dry.

~Ensign Clint Marshall, Sciences

Winston’s lips closed into an ‘O’ shape as the spark of an idea danced about his cluttered mind. “You look to be somewhat charismatic, judging by the fact no one has objected to that hat of yours. Even if somebody did, you’ve got to have at least a little bit of guts to wear it so casually.” Greiss stroked his chin, smirking. “Maybe you could talk to this guy, help me out of this so-called ‘pickle’. If you’re not up to it, you’ve got to know somebody who would, right?”

~Ensign Winston Greiss

While there were alot of upstanding officers on this ship that would scoff at Weiss was suggesting, Clint was not one of them. With something of a grin that reached his eyes he tipped his black cowboy (at least it was colour coordinated with his uniform). “i think we can do something about your issue.” He leaned in slightly. “But if things turn south, you’re going down with me Newbie, deal?”

~Ensign Clint Marshall, Sciences