12-02-2013, 01:27 AM
USS MAJESTY
Main Engineering
1520 hours
"Damn Starbase Engineers!!!!!!" Was pretty much all that could be heard over the last several months, emanating from the Chief Engineer's lips. And this instance was no different.
The refit was causing problem after problem these days, especially with it having taken the best part of 2 years to complete. It was no so close to completion but yet there was always something, and Michael put that down to the Engineers who were here to 'oversee' the work.
"Sir," An Ensign started, "calm yourself, remember the last time you let things get to you?"
"Aye, Ensign, you're right. But that doesn't excuse the mess that ruddy lot are causing over here. I tell ya, if our teams here had just been left to do it ourselves, we'd have been so much better off. But nooooo, Mr-Admiral-Malloway-Sir thinks otherwise..." Michael walked away from the Ensign, his fists clenched as he continued to mumble obscenities under his breath.
He stopped by the central Engineering table, and leant on the edges in order to calm his breathing. It was true; the last time he'd 'let off steam' he found himself answering to several Superiors. And his fist had needed a trip to Sickbay. But, ah well, alls well that ends well; that was over 6 months ago, and since then Michael had learnt to step back. Afterall, if it wasn't his fault then he could simply allow the ball of guilt to roll from the feet of the Starbase lot.
"Ensign, collate a list of latest Replicator malfunctions, as few as there probably are, and get them to me stat. I feel it's time I did some TLC on the ol' gal, away from the refit."
TAG: ALL
Main Engineering
1520 hours
"Damn Starbase Engineers!!!!!!" Was pretty much all that could be heard over the last several months, emanating from the Chief Engineer's lips. And this instance was no different.
The refit was causing problem after problem these days, especially with it having taken the best part of 2 years to complete. It was no so close to completion but yet there was always something, and Michael put that down to the Engineers who were here to 'oversee' the work.
"Sir," An Ensign started, "calm yourself, remember the last time you let things get to you?"
"Aye, Ensign, you're right. But that doesn't excuse the mess that ruddy lot are causing over here. I tell ya, if our teams here had just been left to do it ourselves, we'd have been so much better off. But nooooo, Mr-Admiral-Malloway-Sir thinks otherwise..." Michael walked away from the Ensign, his fists clenched as he continued to mumble obscenities under his breath.
He stopped by the central Engineering table, and leant on the edges in order to calm his breathing. It was true; the last time he'd 'let off steam' he found himself answering to several Superiors. And his fist had needed a trip to Sickbay. But, ah well, alls well that ends well; that was over 6 months ago, and since then Michael had learnt to step back. Afterall, if it wasn't his fault then he could simply allow the ball of guilt to roll from the feet of the Starbase lot.
"Ensign, collate a list of latest Replicator malfunctions, as few as there probably are, and get them to me stat. I feel it's time I did some TLC on the ol' gal, away from the refit."
TAG: ALL
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)