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Deflector Control - G Deck

Posted by Ensign Elemirre Serinde (Engineering Officer) in Deflector Control - G Deck

Posted by Gamemaster Creeping Dread (GM) in Deflector Control - G Deck

Posted by Ensign Elemirre Serinde (Engineering Officer) in Deflector Control - G Deck
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Green and Jackson moved along the corridor and down through a Jeffries tube to G Deck, a repair kit and scanner in tow. While in the tube they were struck and for a few seconds they jostled in the tube banging against the close walls. “That’ll leave a mark,” Tyler, the 39 year old warrant officer said as his knee whacked an exposed conduit eliciting a grunt. “After all, I bruise easily.” His southern north american accent gave away the dry humor of his comment, compared to the more clipped British bear like tone of Green who wasn’t jostled as much .. he barely fit into the tube with not too much room to spare.

At last they reached the Deflector control room .. Green reached for the hatch to enter but Tyler grabbed his sleeve. “Scan first sir. We might have a hull rupture there. Can’t trust the sensors right now.”

“Good call, Jackson,” Green said, checking his scanner for what lay beyond.
“That’s why they pay me the big credits, Lt,” he replied. Green couldn’t tell if the deadpan reply was accompanied by a smile what with Tyler’s ball cap on. Given the situation Green still frowned in seeing that rather non regulation piece of kit that Jackson seemed to perpetually don - one with the name of each ship he had served on. There was another, the Marlin’s, which Green suspected was a sports team. Not looking to far beyond the football scores Green wasn’t sure what team it was though given Tyler’s heritage he suspected it was one of the American sports that were yet prevalent there.
- Green and Jackson, Eng

Inside deflector control the atmosphere was normal. Once entering though the two men would find that deflector control was a mess. Nothing was on fire like engineering but something had exploded. There were cables strewn about everywhere.

~Creeping Dread

The two stared at the mess, each of them trying to figure out whether this was fixable or not and if so where to start. “Well there’s something you don’t see every day. Or don’t want to,” Jackson said, frowning. Green was ahead of him on the frown but more hidden inside his beard.

“Tyler,” Green said, “See what you can make of this and if we can jury rig something. Be careful. Some of these might be live.”
“Right, Lt. Well, let’s isolate it now,” he said, opening a nearby panel and flicking down a number of small switches, leaving two intact.” Power is off now for everything but a feed to the dish and that one panel on the side that looks like it survived.”
“I’ll try to get a read on the dish from that. If need be I’ll patch in with my scanner,” Green replied.

Carefully the two entered and took their places. Green tried the console to determine if he could get anything out of it. If not he would use a patch cable to link his scanner with the feeds he would pull from the underside. His goal was to get a read on the status of the deflector dish both in connectivity and for damage. If he could source the explosion then all the better. Jackson on the other hand took more time to scan the cables for anything live that got around his breakers. He did this before trying to make sense of the strewn about cables. Their time was not precisely short but it wasn’t exactly routine and he worked with as much speed as he could.
- Tyler and Reggie, Eng

The console came to life at Green’s touch. The readouts weren’t nearly as horrible as the mess in deflector control might have indicated. Power was stable to the deflector though for some reason the ability to permute the output into different angles and intensities was disabled. So for the time being it was set to normal output and dead ahead while the only other option was to turn it off. A glance at the log would show that a spike in power was preceded by functions going offline.

“I’ve got power,” he said to Tyler. The Warrant officer had more time in than he with these things and by the look of things it just wasn’t adding up. “I have option for forward scans or off. Everything else is disabled. Power spike tripped it. Bad luck?”

Jackson’s scans would show that all but three of the lines that were supposed to be off were showing as having no power. The three lines were very much live and somehow fused into the deflector’s main power trunk.

The ship jolted as another rock hit the Sojo’s armor and bounced off.

~Creeping Dread

“I have three lines alive. Damage,” he began as the ship shuddered. There was a loud ting that reverberated from near them and he waited till it was quiet. “They are all .. fused into the main power trunk. I don’t get it. That is statistically either bad luck or we won the lottery at it not knocking us out altogether. We could use some of this cabling to route from past the fused area into the deflector nodes to enable a wider view? Do you see on your side if that would give a chance for us to re-enable the deflector options?”

Green said, “Let’s try. We may not have much time on this to get a fix in. We can worry about the why’s right after that.” At that moment Aeled stuck his head in. “Sirs,” he said, “I have a communicator from Ensign Serinde. Another is on the way to the bridge. How can I help?” Green replied, “Get in here. We need cabling for a bypass.” Meanwhile Tyler could be heard muttering, “I am not a sir ..” as he worked.
- Tyler, Aeled and Green

The power load in the main trunk plus three fused lines would theoretically be able to either enable the gimbal motors to rotate the dish off center or modulate the various geometries/intensity of the field itself but not both.

~Creeping Dread

“The bridge isn’t going to love us for this,” Tyler said.
“It’s better than they have. We just won’t be doing any fancy flying and scanning all that fast,” Green replied. “Crewman, get in here and help Jackson with that bypass of the power cabling. I’ll work on this side to build a command switch so the bridge can do a manual swap between dish rotors and field intensity.” He groaned. “This will need to be programmed on the bridge too along the circuit I am setting up.”

“Crewman, the communicator please.” When he received it, he opened it. [o] Green to Engineering. I need someone to go to the bridge and do a program on the fly on the navigational console. Whomever can try to do that. Sasha. Serinde. Chief. The power to the deflector is badly damaged. Fused cabling. We can jury rig it so it has power to work field density or the dish rotors. Not both. The program is for navigation to manually toggle one to the other. [c]
- Green et al

OOC: Not to dampen your well thought out solution completely, but I’m going to make you choose one or the other until proper repairs are completed. Switching circuits like that will have a high chance of burning out all of the cabling to the dish.

~Creeping Dread

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