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Engineering - Red Alert Stations

Posted April 17, 2019, 10:32 p.m. by Commander D'Vash Odinson (First Officer) (Terry Sullivan)

Posted by Lieutenant Sural (Chief Engineer) in Engineering - Red Alert Stations

Posted by Commander D’Vash Odinson (First Officer) in Engineering - Red Alert Stations

Posted by Lieutenant Sural (Chief Engineer) in Engineering - Red Alert Stations
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Crawford looked at the text he just received. Turning, his tired eyes scanned the broad room and caught sight of one of their new arrivals. “Hey, Pierce! Ollie! Over here!” he called in his Texan twang which seemed to get all the thicker as the morning went by.

He waited for him to come over. “Chief called. Wants you to get a tool kit - don’t forget your phaser - ready and meet him in Sickbay. If I might suggest some kind of cutters in the kit too. Don’t use the computer if you can help it.” He recalled that Ollie didn’t use it much anyway but with the way the ‘voice’ was going it was worth saying again. “Chief’s heading there now.”
- Crawford

Oliver ran over and did as he was told. He was still new here, and had really very little idea what was going on aside from what just transpired in Engineering. He grabbed his tool kit and a micro laser cutter and armed himself for the first time in his career. “Got it, Reno!” It was obvious that the ensign was nervous as he ran out the door to Sickbay, almost tripping over himself.

Oliver Pierce, Eng

Reno watched as Oliver moved quickly out of engineering. While he wasn’t ‘old’ he felt old compared to the youthfulness of the Ensign. Granted they were the same rank but Reno had been up all night and he felt old. Casting a wry smile he made a ‘shooting’ gesture with his hand then blew on the tip of his finger. “Go get’em Pilgrim,” he said with a fair John Wayne impression. He did so enjoy the ancient classics. The Duke was great, but he liked his Zane Grey novels better.
- Reno, Eng

Reno was nearly dozing when the call came in … =^= Sural to Crawford. Ensign, we entered the upper Bay on deck 27. A number of people fled from this position. Please reconstruct the heat patterns to identify numbers and current location. Focus on anyone approaching our current position. Relating to the power draw on Deck 31, we are in the midst of a constructed bridge that is nearly fully equipped. Examine the level of power draw and compare it to what might be drawn for this … facility. =^=

=^= Roger chief =^= he said quickly, wiping his eyes and blinking at the screen.

  • Sural, CE
    OOC: bump

OOC: Bump

OOC: Sorry for the delay.

IC: The reports on the computer screen for heat signatures showed the group leaving the ‘bridge’ area and split up heading to the upper areas of the ship. Two ran into the mess hall area as a third seemed to disappear into Deck 3 near the armory. The others seemed to fade from the sensors as they mingled in with other heat readings of crew in gathering areas.

-GM

“Well ‘that’ doesn’t look good. Danged horned toads.” Reno glanced over his shoulder as he tapped his badge. =^= Chief, Reno here. You kicked the hornet’s next and the wasps are all over. And I mean all over the ship. =^= “We’re in trouble,” he said, more to himself as he angled his chair about so his back wasn’t to anyone in particular and eyed them suspiciously. Who did he know well here? Were they ‘them’?
- Reno, Eng

Reno watched the screens for a while and played some back to see whether he could pick out the dots, one from another. In a small fit of annoyance he pushed himself away from the console and stalked off to the replicator. “Rakdajino,” he said. He did find that it was quite a drink when mixed with tequila. Maybe after this was all over he and the chief could get drunk. “Wouldn’t that be something,” he said as he picked up the drink. “And about as likely as my dating his sister too.”

Turning about he leaned with his shoulder against the bulkhead, people watching. He had his peacemaker at his belt. A phaser was nice. His antique gun collection was better. He liked something that gave a kick when you shot. Were any of these folks ‘those’ guys that he was working with?
- Reno, Eng

Bump just to remind me I have a NE :)

A few moments later, one of the other ensigns looked up from his console and noticed Reno’s concerned look.

“You feeling okay, Reno,” Ens. Simile asked? “You’re looking kinda . . . out of sorts.”

NE Fax Simile (eng)

In his Texan drawl, Reno replied, “Okay? I hate Rakdajino.” He held up his mug, making a face. “This is my third this morning. This staying overtime is for the young.” He looked at the mug. “At heart and stomach.” He hated having to wait for updates or tasks. But at the moment there was just nothing coming in. not that he could leave either with all this going on. This coffee was a good stim replacement. Inwardly he believed that the Klingons had developed that when they were banning the other to get around any perceived shame. No not on any form of drugs or stimulants, but I sure do like this new coffee.
Reno, NE Eng

NE Simile moved toward Reno, holding one hand behind his back. He glanced around this section of engineering. Looking back at Reno, he said, “Why don’t you take off a little early, Reno. Get some sleep. I’ll cover for you and clock you out when your shift is over. You’ll just owe me one at some other time, okay?”

NE Simile

Reno was tempted. He also was running on a caffeine and adrenaline high and something didn’t precisely add up with Simile. He stood up from his chair that was more of a glorified stool. Holding the mug to his side he stepped aside for Simile to move to take his place. But so doing would put Simile’s back to a clear bulkhead that afforded some ‘reflection’. He wanted to see what he was holding.
- Reno, NE Eng

“That’s a good boy, Reno. You really look beat.” Simile didn’t take the seat Reno had given up, but turn his back so the the engineer could see the reflection. Behind his back, Reno would see a jagged edge dagger held tightly in Simile’s hand. It looked very much out of place while he still wore the genial smile on his face.

NE Simile (eng)

It was funny what an adrenaline rush did suddenly to a person. The instant he saw the reflection of the dagger his heart sped up. It was fight or flight and right now he had the impression that if he fled then he would end up as little particles somewhere in space from the ship being destroyed. “I ain’t as young as I used to be,” Reno said, thickening his Texan drawl. With his free hand he twisted the cap of the coffee mug he had just filled and, as soon as it was off, he threw the contents at Simile’s face. Fortunately it was recently replicated and near boiling. Reno followed that up with leaping towards the ‘hopefully’ distracted Simile.
- Reno

Sure thst he had convinced Reno to leave, Simile lowered his guard enough to be taken unaware by the hot coffee covering his face. The engineer let out a squawk as the hot liquid seared his skin. He reached up to wipe his face and realized too late that REno was know charging him. Reno’s shoulder landed solidly in Simile’s mid-section. The air expelled from his lungs at the same time he lost his grip on the dagger. Simile was able to turn while falling and landed on his stomach, with Reno on top of him. His hands searched out the dagger his eyes couldn’t see. . . .

NE Simile (eng)


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