Durheim was in his element - crawling inside of a duct, tracing wires and conduit, dodging support beams and meticulously checking for faults. While he did love the ‘flashier’ side of engineering and R&D; there was just something so fulfilling about basic technical work. Though many of his colleagues dreaded such assignments, Jonathan would frequently volunteer for them - it let him get his best thinking done.

The Chief had sent a number of engineers out to scour this section, inch by inch; he had been getting reports of an intermittent fault - normally not a critical issue, but the Leviathan was not a normal ship. And all indications pointed to it lying somewhere along deck 13 - making it a life-or-death problem. So, all hands on deck - or in deck, as the case may be.

“What have we here…” Jonathan asked to no-one in particular, as he read the results from his scan tool. This junction should never be seeing these loads… but this is just a symptom. Maybe the EPS relay fuse is faulty? Before he was able to continue that line of thought, the familiar and worrisome smell of ozone lodged itself in his scarred nose. Thinking fast, he grabbed a nearby support beam; hopefully grounding himself in case he got hit by an arc. His arms could take the load.

A flash and a familiar squeal caught his attention; before subsequent flashes triggered the auto-darkening lenses on his thick goggles; blinding him temporarily. A ‘Thud’ drew his concern; but he could do nothing until the surge had died down - panic did nothing but bring death. After a moment, he crawled forwards - after a dozen yards, he found Bog’s smoldering form; though not much worse for wear. Gently shaking him he roused the Tellerite “Wake up Mr. Bog, you aren’t bacon yet! We have work to do!”

Crewman Durheim; Tunnel Rat