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Posted by Lieutenant Commander Miz’uki (Chief Engineering Officer) in Main Sim: Engineering
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Main Engineering was a cacophony of noise and light, as almost every warning and alert light flickered, flashing light across the engineer bay. The Memorial had damage across all major systems. Fortunately most of the damage seemed to be in the EPS conduits, and not in the main components of the ship. But it would still take time.

GM

Miz’uki had come back to Engineering she still had not been able to get the Fourth Impulse engine back up and running yet “Alright people report whats going on and where are we with getting everything back online properly?” she called on her staff

Miz’uki

One of the ensigns looked at the Chief Engineer.

“Something weird just happened.” She said. “It appears that there was a massive tachyon surge in the transporter room, which caused significant damage across the EPS network. We’ve got damage repair teams trying to restore key systems, but it’s going to take a while.”

GM

Bump

Nightroad, CO

OOC Retcon Miz’uki was never here it was always Makoto

Makoto stood over the central engineering console, amber and green eyes flicking rapidly across damage reports as they streamed in—EPS nodes failing like dominos, energy flow spiking and collapsing in chaotic waves across the grid. Her ears flattened slightly in frustration, tail giving a sharp lash behind her before stilling again—controlled, focused.

“Tachyon surge… seriously? Why do we always have to pick up every mysterious glowing object like it’s a collectible, and then act shocked when it knocks our systems offline?” she growled, irritated.

She drew in a steadying breath, exhaled slowly, then tapped in a series of commands to isolate the core EPS junctions feeding primary systems.

“All right. Averson—reroute plasma flow through the tertiary EPS manifold on Deck 7. I know it’s not rated for sustained output at those levels, but if you modulate the flow rate and use a staggered cycle pattern, it’ll hold long enough to stabilize the primary grid.”

Her gaze shifted to Lera, her tone softening slightly, though still razor-sharp with intent.

“Brison, you’re with me. We’re going to run a full diagnostic on the grid and pinpoint every cascade point. I want a clean reset sequence built from scratch—but don’t rush it. I don’t want the lights back on fast—I want them back on right. No phantom spikes, no lingering bleed-over. Precision over speed.”

She brought up a full visual of the ship’s power matrix, overlaying a temporary reroute plan.

“I’ll take main control routing offline and push everything through emergency bypass—twenty-minute window, tops. That’s our chance to rebuild the grid’s backbone from the ground up. No patches, no duct tape. One clean reboot, outward from the core junctions.”

Her eyes swept across the console one last time, then up to meet her team.

“This is going to take coordination, constant communication, and zero ego. We do it once. We do it right.”

She exhaled again, more calmly this time, her tail slowly uncurling from behind her legs.

“I’ll monitor bypass stability from here while you’re both in the field. Report any fluctuations immediately, even minor ones. I’m not spending the next three days chasing a tenth-of-a-phase drift because we let something slide.”

Then, more quietly, with a dry edge of humor:
“And someone remind Science that next time they decide to beam aboard a mysterious cube, they should maybe give Engineering a heads-up before it guts half the ship’s nervous system.”

She straightened, eyes sharp but focused.

“Let’s get to work.”

Makoto Nishizumi
(She/Her)
Chief Engineer-USS Memorial