Jonathon DeLaney’s brow furrowed in concentration as he stood amidst the scattered components of the replicator in his quarters aboard the USS Ark Angel. With the precision honed through years of engineering expertise, he meticulously examined each circuit and interface, driven by an unwavering determination to uncover the root cause of the malfunction.

The replicator had been a source of frustration for Jonathon, consistently failing to meet his exacting standards. While Starfleet regulations deemed an 80% match acceptable, Jonathon demanded nothing less than perfection—an 89.9% match was his standard, and anything less was simply unacceptable.

=^= “Johnathon DeLaney, Oncoming Chief Engineer USS Ark Angel, a routine crew medical survey has been conducted by the automated ship’s computer system. You are overdue for your onboarding medical check-in. A notification has been sent to the ship’son duty medical officer and Executive Officer,” =^= the ship’s computer interjected, interrupting Jonathon’s focus.

“Computer, I haven’t even started my assignment yet,” Jonathon argued in a gruff tone, his frustration evident.

=^= “Johnathon DeLaney, Oncoming Chief Engineer, started his assignment aboard the USS Ark Angel Stardate 77461.8 at 1600 hours following entrance into Main Engineering. A notification has been sent to the ship’s on duty medical officer and Executive Officer,” =^= the computer countered, its automated response unwavering.

Faced with the persistence of the ship’s systems, Jonathon issued a command with a sense of authority. “Computer, set ‘do not disturb,’ Delaney-Alpha-6-7-8-Zeta,” he instructed, his tone leaving no room for argument. He knew he’d have to upload his personal commands later, commands that would restrict access and override to his quarters, office, and Main Engineering—a preemptive measure to keep out any brass from sticking their noses where they didn’t belong.

John
The Chief
USS Ark Angel