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Posted Jan. 21, 2019, 3:16 a.m. by Lieutenant Mike Stone (Chief Engineer) (Miha Kozlevcar)

Posted by Ensign Kristiana O’Larria (Engineer) in Main Sim: Engineering

Posted by Lieutenant Mike Stone (Chief Engineer) in Main Sim: Engineering

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Stone returned to his department after paying the labs a little visit. Let the nerds figure it out, why the crystal isn’t showing on any scans. He had a more pressing matters to attend to.

“Ok, listen up, people. As you know we’re aproaching the nebula that is a known ship graveyard. Viking might be limping but I don’t want to join the other ships just yet. Warp core, shields and engines. I want those three operational every second of our stay in this part of the quadrant! Understood?”

“Yes, Sir.” Boomed the reply from engineers.

Stone started to give his engineers tasks to do. By his experiance, if you say to a group of people something needs to be done, but don’t assign who’s in charge of what, everyone just starts to think, someone else is monitoring what they aren’t and soon you have a mess and holes in your defence.
Since the nebula was known to confuse people, he assigned at least two people to each task, but didn’t tell them. He hoped not too many people will be affected, but there was no way to know.

“Tin foil… perhaps we should wrap tin foil around our heads?” He asked himself.

Lt. Mike Stone, CE

The lights in engineering dimmed for a second. Mike looked at the ceiling.

“I want diagnostics running around the clock. It’s obvious the nebula is already having slight effects on the systems.”

He gave a bit more detailed instructions to various engineers running around the ship. From the looks of it, they will be quite busy with holding the ship together.

Lt. Mike Stone, CE

From a darkened corner, a shape began to grow and appear. From that darkness the shape moved to the light and revealed as a hobbled old man in rags. His skin seemed to hang from his bones like aged leather. Almost as if his skin and rags would tear and fall off at any moment. Wild, piercing blue eyes darted back and forth as he lurched forward on his walking stick. The stick he held to for support showed gnarled signs of aging. The rotting at the top end held maggots in the mass of knots. A few of the grubs fell to the floor as he hobbled forth toward the Chief Engineer. A raspy voice like that of sandpaper spoke. “Interesting cave you have here. Knob can see why the worms like it.” He rapped his walking stick against the panelling nearby before licking his lips. “Knob approves of his new home. So many tasty treats in his cave.”

Ooc: for a more clear note of what he is like physically. Think of when Jafar dressed as the old man in the first Alladdin animated film.

-GM

Mike was startled at first. Repulsed a little as well. But he instantly gathered his cool. Halucinations? He wondered. He looked around at engineers, if anyone else has spotted this new arrival.

“You say your name is Knob? What are you, where do you come from exacly?” He asked loud enough others could hear him. He wished he had his tricorder, but it was on the desk in his office and he almost didn’t dare to move, or this creature might dissapear before he had a chance to scan the surroundings.

Lt. Mike Stone, CE

Kristi had been around the corner checking one of the conduit panels when Stone finished his warning to everyone. Coming back around, her voice rose to catch Mike’s attention. “Panel four is fine…oh!” A startled gasp finished her sentence as she found herself merely a couple arm’s length from the stranger.

He was facing Stone and Kristi had come up on his right. She bit her lip as she glanced from him to her supervisor and back… too stunned to say anything.

Ens Kristi O’Larria
Engineer

Mike’s head turned only for a second to notice Kristi, but he looked immediately back at the unusual person. “Kristie, be a dear and go grab my tricorders from my office, please. One is on the table, but I’d like the one in my bottom drawer as well. ” He said in a casual, patronising tone, almost like a Father would talk to his daughter.

Her shocked expression was enough, to tell him he wasn’t the only one seing things.

Lt. Mike Stone, CE


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