Posted by Ensign Elemirre Serinde (Engineering Officer) in Main Sim - CE Office

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Odina Marshell (Chief Engineer) in Main Sim - CE Office

Posted by Ensign Elemirre Serinde (Engineering Officer) in Main Sim - CE Office
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El approached the Chief’s office, having come from her machine shop where she had been tinkering with possibilities relating to the bridge tactical station. She didn’t have anything definite but in her passive frustration she felt like she could do a fair run of two tin cans and a wire between them to adequately manage the transfer of information. She couldn’t help but smile as she came near the small square room that doubled as the Chief’s office not to mention occasional equipment ‘to be fixed’ storage when they were between Chief’s. Her smile came from seeing Lt Green in there and how his bulk made the room so much smaller and how he had to shift about in it like he was a too large doll for the dollhouse. The only thing that would have made the picture funnier was if the ceiling was too low for him to stand.

She came to the door and knocked. “Lt Marshell? Do you have a minute?” She was curious what the Chief would make of the room. It likely wasn’t even set for the Chief Engineer but was an afterthought. She was sure when she had first come aboard that she had noticed bracketing that had been removed that may have been for locker space. She surmised that some ranking engineer in the design team had urged them to take them out because the Chief Engineer would need somewhere to administer things from.

Odina called up from her position on the floor as she was looking through a container, “Sure thing just let me set this aside.” She moved the container of mixed chips and spare parts out of the way and got to her feet with a wry grin, “What can I help you with Serinde or would you prefer I address you by rank or other preference?” she added with a more sheepish grin. She still wasn’t used to being in charge and her laid back approach might rub some folks the wrong way.

“Not much of an office I guess,” El commented. There had to be a rule of physics relating to nature abhorring a vacuum variant relating to engineers hating an empty space. How did she want to be addressed. She certainly had many a name; even Elemirre was not precisely her actual name, so to her anything would do. Lt Green called her Serinde more than anything. Funny how a question as simple as that could be so complicated. “The others like to call me El. That’s okay.” She paused to look around to see if there was something she could help with to make the room a little less chaotic. “I’m trying to find a solution regarding the damage to the tactical station.” She gestured to the chip container. “Seems that the chips were rated as classified and so were disallowed from inventory, as were the whole boards to replace it. That has removed the auto targeting from the bridge as an option, for now.”

Her mind went back to the ‘improvising’ that she had spent the better part of the day on since the away mission and the attack by the creature. Enter the cargo ships, a new chief engineer and this made for a busy day and they had worked extra hours on this as well. A messed up tactical station was not something that one just left for the next day on a ship in unexplored space a month away from Earth. It rankled her senses that they didn’t have spares for something like that or even the ‘box’ of chips to put a board together to replace such a sensitive and critical component. But as she had learned, one must work with what one had and do the best with it and not pine on what wasn’t. It was easy to do things in the classroom or, back as a child in her instruction, in the sheltered places. It was when one was sent out from there that the true challenges came and which showed one’s character and dedication to one’s values. Who knew that they would be so inexact? Knowledge was easy, she was told and agreed for learning came easy for her. But wisdom was harder. It was taking what one knew and mixing it with the values that one held and trying to steer a course through whatever dilemma one had in life. Like being trapped on a ship with a Warden? she thought to herself. What did one do with that? And her sister’s notes that had eluded her all these weeks to understand them. What did an old role playing game have to do with her nearly two centuries later? But first things first. The console.
- El, Eng

Odina pointed to a closed crate, “Use the improvised chair there, let’s see what we can come up with as solutions.”

Marshell, CEO

El noted the crate and sat slowly. Some lids were less than others. While she was hardly a heavyweight El would rather avoid something awkward. “I feel there should be some way of generating a solution that is as effective. Might as well put the tactical officer down in the armory and a secondary officer on the bridge for that matter chatting on communicators. It just feels so .. 18th Century.”
- El, Eng

OOC: Bump :) OOC: Thanks for making this easy to find! :)

Odina gave a slight frown as she thought over the parts she had seen and what she knew was available for them to work with. “Chatting on communicators does seem best bet at the moment until we can get our hands on more spare parts.” She might even have a few spare parts that she had scavenged from scrap yards while working on expanding Tionas’ current composition. She would check through her personal parts collection and see if she had anything that might be more useful in the current situation. “Anything else you want to bring to my attention?” she asked softly as she regarded El.

Odina Marshell, CEO

El was curious about Odina and how she seemed to have a non traditional name with her being so obviously Asian like her. But then El had a non traditional name based almost entirely on Tolkien’s Elvish language. Yes she had a traditional Chinese name but that was long buried and for good reason. However, to not spark that conversation she kept her curiosity in check relating to the Lt’s name. El’s Buddhist upbringing fought with her own personality and Odina could tell there was a bit of a battle going on inside her even as she shifted in the seat. “I have lived with little and I have lived with plenty. I have lived with simplicity and I have lived with technology. I can make do with the former but in a ship like this it frustrates me to think there can’t be a better solution.”

“I am sure if we had more time to really put our heads together we could come up with a real solution but for now, we need the senors and communications to work it won’t be pretty but when we can make it better properly we will, right El?” Odina said lightly with a wry grin, she understood the want for the best for the ship but when there was limited supplies they had to make do with what they had on hand and she was still going to go through her own supply of chips and what not she hadn’t looked at it since she came aboard but now it seemed it should be gone through quick and thoroughly so if something like this happened again she would at least know for certain if she had anything to help.

She paused at the last question. “It had been a long day. Part of a landing party to a new world, a mystery of power drains, a creature who had killed two people aboard in short order - Samuels in decon was a shock. He too had been a vegetarian and she had had breakfast with him prior to the landing party. Certainly of her family only her sister remained in touch and her brushes with death she would rather not think about right now but Samuels was a shock. Perhaps it was being so far from Earth and that which was familiar that did it. Combine that with repairs afterward and the seeming inefficiency of not having critical parts was angering. She let out a small sigh and took a long breath in. “It has been a day of excitement and shock. That creature .. “

• El, Eng

Odina shook her head softly, “I am sorry I didn’t know them that well. I am not a counselor but I have friendly ear and I can listen.” she offered softly as she looked at El. She had missed a lot it seemed in a short span of time.

Ltjg Marshell
Chief Engineering officer