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(( Engineering - Deck 10 - USS Victory ))
:: Nugra gripped the PADD in his left hand as he moved his way through the corridors of his ship. The Victory had been mostly cleaned up by crews working twenty-four hours and only the barest scent of the Strox lingered in the hallways. He was on his way to Engineering for the express purpose of seeing how the repairs were going. ::
:: The heavy double door hissed open and Nugra walked in to face the large warp reactor in the center. The small corridor between two panels opened up in to a circular path that surrounded the pulsing warp core. It was an amazing piece of technology. ::
:: Cadfael was on his back under a console, tinkering with the wiring as he swapped out a few power couplings. He heard the swoosh of the door and slowly got to his feet, straightening instantly when he saw that it was the captain. And stood at attention like a good little lackey. ::
:: Snapping out of his revelry, Nugra turned to see Ensign Peters looking at him expectantly. ::
Nugra: Mr. Peters. Greetings. Just came to see how the repairs were progressing.
Peters: Slowly, sir. Those shark things did a number on the systems. Due to the ship crashing onto the bridge it fried at least half the control circuits for the bridge. I need to replace the power couplings in nearly all the bridge consoles, especially the helm control and any command-based functions you run from your chair. And they were vicious beasts with teeth.
:: The Gorn listened to the engineer as he explained the extent of the damages and tried to remember exactly what each of the parts were. He only was a Chief Engineering for four months and it was in name only. He managed the engineers while they did all the major repairs. ::
Nugra: Good. Keep up the good work.
Peters: Aye aye, sir. Just another day in the life. :: Pause. He realized they lacked a chief engineer. And this wasn’t the time to mention it, as he was fairly sure he didn’t see Stevens’ name on the manifest anymore. ::
Nugra: One other thing, I noted in the reports of a few people that you repaired a Sunak vessel power conduit. I’m quite impressed. The Sunak engineer Govin made sure to transmit an acknowledgement of your assistance before we left the nebula.
Peters: Did he? Well, hope he liked the tool kit I left him. :: His tools. That was what was missing. And he only just now came to the realization he had the Sunak’s tools and was borrowing one of the Terran based sets from the CE’s office. :: Their tools are really quite ingenious, you know. :: Beat. :: Thank you, sir.
Nugra: Not a problem, Ensign.
Peters: oO Shut up, man. He doesn’t want to hear about it. Oo
:: Nugra was not well versed in the facial expressions of the humans or any humanoids for that matter. They could make so many different expressions, but he had a sense that Peters was somewhat uncomfortable. The Gorn chuckled inward about that. New members always seemed to be jumpy. ::
Nugra: Have you ever thought of taking a more active role in engineering, leadership wise?
:: He was halfway sure this comprised of more than just a social call, though his hearing was still a bit infringed from the lingering effects of the surgery. He slowly relaxed his posture and leaned back against a nearby console, blinking away a bit of dizziness caused by the balance loss. ::
Peters: Well, eventually yes. That’s my goal. If you’d rather someone with more experience I would understand and not be offended.
Nugra: oO My, you are quite perceptive, Mr. Peters. Oo I think you have had enough experience so far, Mr. Peters. Have you ever thought of holding the Chief Engineer’s position on a starship before?
:: His hearing was recently repaired, but he thought he hadn’t heard correctly. It wasn’t uncommon for people with hearing difficulties to occasionally mishear. And this was one of those times where he thought he had misheard. ::
Peters: As I stated before, sir. Eventually. Did you have someone in mind?
Nugra: Well then, good luck with it.
:: Again, he blinked. This was either a joke and he’d missed the punchline, the captain was pulling his leg, or he’d heard wrong. And once again, the man arched a quizzical eyebrow. ::
:: Nugra saw the perplexed look on his face, almost as if he was unsure what was said. ::
Peters: Is there a punchline?
Nugra: No, Mr. Peters. You're the Chief Engineering Officer as of ten seconds ago. Congratulations and I expect to see a detailed report on my desk in two hours.
:: It didn’t sink in. For about eight long seconds, he stood dumbfounded. Then he realized he was hearing everything correctly and swallowed. ::
Peters: Aye, sir. Two hours.
Nugra: :: Chuckling :: You’re right, Mr. Peters. Make that an hour and a half.
:: Nugra seemed to be taking his leave. And Cadfael got back to work, realizing this tool kit he was borrowing was now his, and he had two hours to compose a detailed report before he had to report back to the captain. ::
Peters: Talk about strange sense of humor. Fate does indeed have one. :: He swallowed hard and picked up a PADD and started to catalogue his progress in the repairs. ::
Ensign Cadfael Peters
There Will Always Be Time For Tea.
|Ensign Cadfael Peters
USS Victory NCC 362447
That Promised Drink