Posted by Lieutenant Meredith Monroe (Chief Engineer) in Flight Deck - We can rebuild it (all welcome)

Posted by Cadet Grayson Paul (Engineer) in Flight Deck - We can rebuild it (all welcome)

Posted by Lieutenant Meredith Monroe (Chief Engineer) in Flight Deck - We can rebuild it (all welcome)
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“Thanks for clearing out some space for me Chief” Said Meredith, nodding her appreciation to the Flight Deck Chief as she finished taping off the allocated space.

She stood back and admired her latest project. It’s sharp lines stood out, even draped in a tarpaulin and surrounded by various boxes of parts and tools, it sat amongst the utilitarian Star Fleet craft like a hawk amongst a flock of pigeons.

Now all she had to do was rebuild the thing, pretty much from scratch. A friend from the shipyard had helped her source a good stock of genuine parts, at least enough to get her started on her latest passion project.

Lt Monroe - Chief Engineer

The doors to the flight deck closed behind Grayson as he entered. He stopped for a moment, then, after locating Lieutenant Monroe, made a beeline straight towards the tall Chief. His hands were full, in his left he carried a brown bag, with in which was a bottle of Irish Whiskey; in his right his tool kit. He hoped the contents of his left hand would convince the Chief to let him use the contents of his right hand on…whatever that beauty was partially hidden from view.

It was sharp, angular, looked kind of mean and definitely wasn’t Starfleet issue. And, it looked fun. Grayson smiled at the Lieutenant as he stopped beside her, “I had heard rumors you were bringing one of these aboard, but actually seeing it here…” Grayson looked from the craft to the Lieutenant and awkwardly thrust the bagged bottle in his left hand in her direction, “Here, I hope you like it…and that you let me help you with this bird.”
Cadet Paul, Engineer

Meredith took the bag and pulled out the bottle, inspecting it with obvious approval on her face.
“Ach, the gesture is much appreciated laddie, but not necessary, I was hoping to get a few of t’ cadets involved, it’s good t’ get your spanners on some none standard tech now and again, good learnin’ how folks other than Starfleet poot things together.”

She paused and shook an admonishing finger at the cadet who almost seemed to be vibrating with eagerness.

“Noo this is a strictly volunteer project, I don’t want to see any of you down here during shift hours, and if ah see any slacking off o’ Yer studies than I’ll ban ye all from the flight deck completely.....”

She paused and took a firm grip on a corner of the tarpaulin, ready to pull it aside with a flourish.

“.... but if ye agree to my terms, ye can help me with this little beauty.”

Lt Monroe - Chief Engineer

“Chief,” Grayson smiled, though he did glance at the unnecessary bottle she kept in her hand, “I promise I won’t let this side project interfere with my duties on the ship.”

Grayson’s eyes glanced from the bottle to the corner of the tarpaulin in the Lieutenant’s other hand, “What is it? Fighter craft? Confiscated smuggler’s ship? Salvage of some unknown race?”
Cadet Paul, Engineer

Meredith yanked the tarpaulin away with a flourish, revealing a sleek and stylish, if a little worse for wear, shuttlecraft. The main hull was a slim cigar shape, the crew area flush with the rest of the fuselage, and the warp nacelles were tucked away under a swept high mounted delta wing. The remnants of a red high gloss paint job could still be seen here and there and the whole craft seemed to exude an air of sophistication and speed, even grounded as it was.

“Ferraborghini Diavolo, last word in 22nd century style, a friend o’ mine found her sitting in a scrapyard of all places and managed to ‘acquire’ her for me along with a few genuine spare parts”

Meredith ran her hand lovingly along the fuselage, admiring the clean and pure lines of the craft. She reached the cockpit and hauled on the catch to open the door. It initially resisted and then popped open, releasing a musty smell. The gull wing door swung up to reveal the four seater cabin, the remains of leather seating trailing in rags, wooden panels long since rotted away.

“Beauty ain’t she?” Said Meredith, coughing slightly.

Lt Monroe - Chief Engineer

Grayson coughed at the sudden cloud of dust and musk escaping from the cabin. “Oh that just won’t do,” he stepped back a little, “Computer, increase ventilation in this area by twenty-five percent.” The computer chimed it’s agreement and the faintest hint of movement in the air began.

“I don’t suppose she’ll start up at this point,” he stepped up to the hull and stroked it’s side lovingly, “But you’ve just been neglected for so long, a little love just might bring you out of your shell, huh?”

Grayson smiled at the Lieutenant as he walked past the cockpit, ducking under the delta-wing and swung around to the aft end of the craft. “How would you like to proceed, L.T? As much as I’d like to make this lady beautiful again, probably need to make sure her engine works, am I right?”
Cadet Paul, Engineer