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

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

Posted by Ensign Elemirre Serinde (Engineering Officer) in Main Sim - Engineering
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Senior Chief Petty Officer Bekele Seifu was the second ranking non-com in the engineering roster and worked under Lt Green on most shifts. He received the message from the Lt and stared at it for a moment. He had heard that freighters had come to the system and that was it. Of the other officers aboard there was only Ensigns Serinde and Gagarin. Serinde was in the Armory working on comms to the bridge and Gagarin would be asleep. Bringing up the general quarters callout notification system he quickly tapped out the message.

=^= General Quarters. All available Engineers to stations. This is not a drill. Ens Serinde to continue duties in Armory pending further orders. =^=

With that he tapped the send button. The Lt would get the notification as well so he didn’t need to report that he did it. He did press a comms to the Bridge engineering station. =^= Orders sir? =^=

Green replied back. =^= Freighters are acting suspicious. Skipper is challenging them. I don’t expect trouble but keep alert. Prepare power distribution to hull polarization. =^=

=^= Acknowledged. =^= The broad faced bald Ethiopian picked up his palm pad and closed the channel.

The luxury of being a SCPO was that he didn’t have the authority and authorizations to do a GQ to any other ship staff. Given that the ship was not under any alert may confuse some but that was fine. He then set up a timer and positioned himself in a visible place in Engineering. Knowing how long it took for everyone to assemble was important and the Chief and for sure the Lt would want to know. Looking at his table he saw one by one the engineers acknowledging receipt of the notification. The engineers were billeted all over the ship’s decks. Despite being up two decks WO Jackson was nearly the first to arrive, still pulling on his jacket. Beta shift of course being on station were there. Gamma took longer though most of them were on the lower decks and had been asleep. They stumbled in bleary, Ens Gagarin wide eyed.

He clicked the stopwatch and logged the time. “Take your stations!” he called. “Lt Green called GQ. I want a system status on all your stations. Prepare to run EPS management program Alpha-Nine.” That was the auto program that redistributed power to defensive systems and the engineers knew it. Some faces turned to him. To the side a squad of four seamen were suiting up and preparing repair kits and fire control gear. “Ensign Gagarin, until the Chief or Lt comes you are in charge.”

Sasha paled which was a surprise given his already light complexion but moved - if a bit mechanically - to the central area near where Bekele stood and began calling out the various stations, awaiting the reply, and Bekele logged the status. The only one that was in the end not good was the tactical but they knew that and it was being addressed by Serinde. Hopefully that could be patched up. Sasha turned to Bekele who nodded. “Status logged,” he said.

Sasha moved to the comms. =^= Gagarin to Lt Green. General Quarters complete. EPS Alpha 9 ready. Damage and Fire crews moving to station. =^= When nervous his Russian accent became more pronounced. Right now, Bekele thought, it was quite thick.

• Engineers

=^= Green to Engineering. Dispatch and position fire and damage control teams 1 and 2 to decks D and F. Assign a third damage control for E deck to use if needed there or elsewhere on desks A through C. Be alert. =^=

Sasha cast a quick glance at Bekele with eyes wide. Spinning around he saw that the two teams were nearly set. One team with three and one with two. “Chief Cleare, take your team - Dorian and Galen - with you to response position Alpha on F Deck. You will cover E through G Decks but focus on F and G Deck.” He looked at the other team. “Warrant Jackson, take Clark and Kohl with you to D Deck, Alpha position. You will focus on D and E Deck.” He waited for them to acknowledge. “Move now.”

Now what. Sasha relied on expertise and experience and much of that was gone. A flash of panic settled about him. “Senior Chief, Fawkes and Fry. You are backup damage team for this deck.” That left a shift worth of people to man station if things were not going well. Still enough especially if the Chief or Serinde was coming. Serinde was sharper than he was even if nobody else saw it. He realized he needed to reply to the Lt.

=^= Gagarin here. Teams away. We are prepared for anything here. =^= There, was that confidence? Or boasting? Or bluff? All three were tossing about in his stomach like so much salad
- Gagarin, NE Eng

The last words from the bridge were still echoing in Green’s mind as he strode purposefully off the lift. Armory. Don’t let them get away. Entering engineering like a storm front Green looked about as all heads turned to him. He slapped the comms nearest him. =^= Green to Armory. =^=
=^= Armory. Basile here. What is it Lt? =^=
=^= Tell Ensign Serinde to be alert. =^= He paused =^= There may be action. =^=
Serinde replied a moment later.=^= I’m here Lt. We’re ready. Comms channel is open. =^= She sounded too eager to his ears, and the Italian fop of a MACO well .. opinions reserved ..
=^= Maintain readiness. Green out. =^= He switched off the comms and turned to the others.

At this point eyes were wider from some in Engineering. Standard stations were attended even if Fawkes looked like he was napping. He knew that was a false impression but it always had Green look twice. Sasha was rounding the corner from the far side. “Lt?” he asked, his round face and frame making him look like a teenager. ‘He could almost be my son,’ Reggie thought, but appearances were deceiving. “Look sharp everyone!” he called out. “We have a stand off with the Merchies.” Then in a more ominous voice. “They’re slavers. Skipper is challenging them. If they’re doing that they may have tricks up their sleeves. The Chief is holding the bridge.” Then he looked at Sasha. “Ensign, you are still in charge. I’ll maintain the damage control teams if needed, otherwise carry on.” He said that loud enough so all could hear. Fawkes blinked. That was a good sign; he was listening. Sasha straightened up and looked like he wanted to salute. “Aye, Lt.” He turned on a heel and moved to a central position and monitor to keep an eye on engineering status. He looked much taller with this assignment even if he was sweating. Well, it will be good experience. ‘Merchies may put up a fight but they were driven by profit, not pride. They’ll back down soon enough’, thought Green. As he was turning away to be close to where one of the teams was he heard Sasha call out, “All stations, report status.” He would have sounded more authoritative if his voice hadn’t been an octave high. But the stations started sounding off one after the other as though nothing was amiss. Such as it would have been on an old British navy ship of old with ensigns and midshipmen being mere boys.
- Green et al in Engineering

The sudden change to Red Alert startled Sasha. He had been thinking of a dozen things at once and only some were related to the matter at hand. In short he was trying not to panic with the potential seriousness of the situation and with Lt Green watching him. He knew this was a test and the gangly Russian was wanting to prove his mettle. As it was when the Red Alert sounded he jerked, ducking as though the alert was something physical coming at him from above. The flashing red at the side bulkhead was distracting not to mention the whoop whoop of the alert.
“Hull Polarization activated,” came the call from PO Walters. “Plasma Cannons online.”
Sasha swallowed. So something was happening! “Initiate program EPS PM Alpha Nine,” he said in a tone that he hoped was understandable between his feeling like he spewed it out quickly and thickly accented.
“EPS Alpha Nine is running. Power distribution cycling to critical areas. Weapons. Polarization. Engines. Inertial dampers and structural integrity fields.” Walters rattled that off. It was unnecessary but part of the naval tradition.

Sasha moved to a comms. =^= Engineering, Bridge. Gagarin here. Additional power allocated to critical systems. Damage control parties standing by. =^=
Gagarin, NE Eng

OOC: Bump .. Gene

The first strikes caused shudders through the ship. Rosa-Marie let out a yip as a spark shot from her station but so far that was it. It looked fine as she checked the controls. “Multiple strikes!” she called out, her Spanish tone accentuated in her stress. “Port and starboard regions. Polarization down to 93%!”

Boris Gostonovic, a burly seaman who was monitoring the power outputs called out, “Seeing load to engines. Diverting auxiliary to polarization and engines.”

Rick Walters heard a small whimper from Nessa at his feet, glanced down. “It’s okay,” he said. “We’ve got this.” Then to himself, ‘we have this, right?’ .. his eyes scanned the system status. “Minor damage to port and starboard bows. Showing electrical overloads in localized areas. Nothing in critical systems. Automatics have bypassed the damage.” His gaze shifted fast between the screens and checking the damages. “No hull damage. Polarization in all quadrants holding.”

Green had balled his fists. Surely they’d fire back and teach those Merchies a lesson but so far had not seen or heard anything to that effect. He was about to bark out an order but held this tongue. For now this was Gagarin’s command. After what seemed an interminable pause (to Green) he heard Gagarin reply to the status calls. “Maintain power distributions. Chief Petty Officer Cleare, head to the bow with your team and see to the damage. Other teams stand by.” His tone, to Green, sounded a bit squeaky and with the thicker Russian tone it was not particularly commanding, but it was the right choice, at least to Green. A team to the fore was not a bad thing and closer to things. Two teams in standby. He watched as Fiona, Dorian and Galen moved out at a jog. Fiona looked angry, Galen was wide eyed and Dorian? Well, he just looked bored. He would have to address that attitude. Ultimately this was a good place for Green - he was able to observe the troops and how they fared under pressure. To date they really didn’t have any, even in general quarters drills. Something real was good for the soul, he thought.
- Green and others ..