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USS Manhattan

Auxiliary Bridge- Late Night Tinkering

Posted by Lieutenant Faye Calloway (Mission Specialist) in Auxiliary Bridge- Late Night Tinkering

Posted by Captain Alexander Cochrane (Commanding Officer) in Auxiliary Bridge- Late Night Tinkering

Posted by Lieutenant Faye Calloway (Mission Specialist) in Auxiliary Bridge- Late Night Tinkering

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Faye snapped off a salute with two fingers. From anybody else, it might have just been a rote action, something out of habit. But for Faye, who generally disliked any forced displays of subservience to authority, it would likely come off as more cheeky than anything. But it didn’t make it any less sincere. “Mess is fine with me. I’m only going to have some soup.”

Prepping the crates on the anti-grav unit, Calloway moved out of the aux bridge.


A few minutes and decks later, they arrived at Deck 13 and Science Lab 2. Faye entered her codes to open the door and pulled the crates in. “I’d store these in the cargo bay, but I’ll be needing them tomorrow anyway.”

Inside the lab, at first it might appear to be chaotic, but it was not messy in the standard sense. Organized chaos would have been an apt description. She had stacks of crates on one wall, and the independent computer core was open and had cabling hooked up that led to other components tucked neatly on the floor immediately below it. If anyone had asked her, Faye probably would describe it like her mind. It had to have some structure in order to keep her functioning reasonably but the rest was very free-form.

~Faye Calloway, Data Specialist

Looking around, Cochrane shook his head and said with a chuckle “I’m just going to pretend that I don’t see the clutter in here, Lieutenant. At least until I do my formal inspection.” Viewing the equipment, he tried to get a sense of what exact;y Faye was doing, but finally just shrugged it off. It was not his job to question it… yet, anyways.

Cochrane, CO

She moved the crates over to the other stacks and moved them over one by one. Dusting her hands off, she faced him. “It looks worse than it is, I promise. I just have bene working at least twelve hour days since I got here trying to get this all sorted out so that I can actually do work. If I had to put everything away perfectly I’d waste valuable time pulling it all out the next day.” Faye smirked slightly. “I think in your inspection that would fall under a poor use of resources.”

Moving over to one of the many consoles, Faye logged in and brought up a window that started spewing code. “I just need to do one thing and then… I am… done,” she said as her fingers began to move swiftly. She’d pause for a moment, watch the screen and then furious type again. It last all of three minutes inputted one final comamnd and the screen went away.

Logging out and exhaling, Faye moved back to him. “Look at that. 2300 hours and finally dinner time.”

~Faye Calloway, Data Specialist

“Normal people are asleep by now. If 2300 is your normal dinner time, you may need to talk to Medical. That’s not healthy, Lieutenant.” he replied with a friendly chuckle. “But let’s go. I am starving.” and he lead them out of the Lab and quickly to the Officer’s Mess.

Walking in, the lights were on and sounds could be heard from the kitchen, but there were no others in the room. Cochrane looked around, having not been in the Mess until that moment. “Hey, this is pretty nice. Better than the Ark Angel’s. Hope the food is as good as the decor.”

Cochrane, CO

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