08-07-2018, 12:58 PM
USS Majesty
Jefferies Tube Access, Deck 26
1340 hours
"Pass me the ODN recoupler, Samuels, would you please?" Michael called out from within the Jefferies Tube, sprawled out on his back as he looked up at the ceiling of the cramped space.
"Yes, Sir." Came the reply from the Engineering Officer, handing the tool as Michael reached out for it.
"I'd be glad for a break sooner or later." The Chief Engineer thought to himself, not from the job at hand but more in general. With the war having taken beatings to all starships and the like within Starfleet you can guarantee an Engineer's life was not made easier. Not that they were any worse off than any other officer, by any means, but the aftermath of battle was a pain in the proverbial behind to get things sorted and back on track. In the grand scheme of things the Majesty, at present, wasn't all that bad - they'd been in far worse conditions that was for sure. But as always she pulled through. For the age of the class the Galaxy was certainly a formidable starship, and the Majesty herself even more so. Michael was certainly proud of her.
"How's that looking?" He called out to his subordinate, pulling the recoupler away from the network of cables finally. Within moments the delicate and near silent hum was pulsing through the fibre-optics, and Michael allowed himself a small smile. One menial job down, several dozen more to go. "Well, at least hydroponics will be happy they can re-align their systems now and we can eat some proper vegetables soon," he jested to the Ensign as he climbed out from within the tube, "none of that replicated doo-dah."
"Agreed, Sir. Ah, and Main Engineering reports the warp intermix chamber is holding steady at 82% efficiency."
"Good, I'd rather the Admiral didn't bust us up again for losing warp power. Infact, that's gotta be the best its been at in a couple of weeks - make sure Lieutenant Hernandez and Ensign Re'plok keep an eye on the plasma input, I'd rather we kept on the up." Michael nodded his orders and the Ensign turned about and disappeared for the turbolift to Engineering.
Allowing himself a quick look down the corridor he noted how quiet the hallway was. Back before the war it was pleasant to have seen so many people walking to and fro, or even (occasionally) be interrupted by an inquisitor child as they stopped to admire a panel being repaired, a tool in use. No one knew when the war would be over, infact reports on the matters were sketchy at best during briefings, so knowing when civilians would be back onboard any starship was anyone's guess.
"Time to head to the Bridge, see about getting that Engineering station back online," Michael concluded, heading himself towards the turbolift, "Maybe even see if there is any more details about this rendezvous."
TAG: Anyone
Jefferies Tube Access, Deck 26
1340 hours
"Pass me the ODN recoupler, Samuels, would you please?" Michael called out from within the Jefferies Tube, sprawled out on his back as he looked up at the ceiling of the cramped space.
"Yes, Sir." Came the reply from the Engineering Officer, handing the tool as Michael reached out for it.
"I'd be glad for a break sooner or later." The Chief Engineer thought to himself, not from the job at hand but more in general. With the war having taken beatings to all starships and the like within Starfleet you can guarantee an Engineer's life was not made easier. Not that they were any worse off than any other officer, by any means, but the aftermath of battle was a pain in the proverbial behind to get things sorted and back on track. In the grand scheme of things the Majesty, at present, wasn't all that bad - they'd been in far worse conditions that was for sure. But as always she pulled through. For the age of the class the Galaxy was certainly a formidable starship, and the Majesty herself even more so. Michael was certainly proud of her.
"How's that looking?" He called out to his subordinate, pulling the recoupler away from the network of cables finally. Within moments the delicate and near silent hum was pulsing through the fibre-optics, and Michael allowed himself a small smile. One menial job down, several dozen more to go. "Well, at least hydroponics will be happy they can re-align their systems now and we can eat some proper vegetables soon," he jested to the Ensign as he climbed out from within the tube, "none of that replicated doo-dah."
"Agreed, Sir. Ah, and Main Engineering reports the warp intermix chamber is holding steady at 82% efficiency."
"Good, I'd rather the Admiral didn't bust us up again for losing warp power. Infact, that's gotta be the best its been at in a couple of weeks - make sure Lieutenant Hernandez and Ensign Re'plok keep an eye on the plasma input, I'd rather we kept on the up." Michael nodded his orders and the Ensign turned about and disappeared for the turbolift to Engineering.
Allowing himself a quick look down the corridor he noted how quiet the hallway was. Back before the war it was pleasant to have seen so many people walking to and fro, or even (occasionally) be interrupted by an inquisitor child as they stopped to admire a panel being repaired, a tool in use. No one knew when the war would be over, infact reports on the matters were sketchy at best during briefings, so knowing when civilians would be back onboard any starship was anyone's guess.
"Time to head to the Bridge, see about getting that Engineering station back online," Michael concluded, heading himself towards the turbolift, "Maybe even see if there is any more details about this rendezvous."
TAG: Anyone
Lieutenant Commander Michael Gregrez
(note: rank in image out of date, due to be amended)
(note: rank in image out of date, due to be amended)