Posted by Crewman Jonathan Durheim (Engineer) in MPT-ST: Unforeseen Breach - Bowels of the ship (Tag Bog)

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Posted by Crewman Jonathan Durheim (Engineer) in MPT-ST: Unforeseen Breach - Bowels of the ship (Tag Bog)
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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

The ringing in his ears accompanied buy the metallic garlic taste of of energetic plasma told Bog that he was going to be having regular visits to sickbay over the next few weeks. Opening his eyes, it took a moment for the black spots to clear so he could recognize the face before him.

The ringing in his ears was louder than than the words coming from the scared human’s mouth. “ Damn if your not just about the prettiest human I have seen!” He roared.

Pulling himself up from where he had lodged just shy of the hole n the deck the Tellarite whole himself like a dog, setting his tool belt to jingling. “I think we have a gremlin loose on the ship mister Durhime.”

Bog the singed

Jonathan shot Bog a wide grin, before his face became more businesslike; “Happy to see you are still with us Mr. Bog! And I think you are right; something is wrong here. Circuits were overloaded before something blew; and this being the containment deck, that means trouble.” Half turning away from Bog, he pointed down the narrow corridor. “Junctions 3, 5, and 9 were showing overloads before the plasma got vented; but I wasn’t able to determine what was causing it.”

“Space herpies, would be my gues”

OOC: for purposes of ‘syncing’ this thread
At that moment, what little lighting remained in the service corridor turned red; and a tinny voice squawked out of their comm badges - =^= USS Leviathan, this is your captain. This is not a drill. I repeat, this is not a drill. All non-essential personnel are to return to their quarters immediately. Security will begin shipwide patrols in case you need any assistance. All RTF personnel are to assemble on Deck 13 and await further instructions. All others, go to battle stations and follow established protocols. I shall update you all when I have more information but right now we are at red alert. I repeat, we are at red alert. Captain out. =^=

“Histra’s ninety nine liters, that doesn’t sound good!”

Durheim turned sharply to Bog at the announcement. “Red alert Mr. Bog - sounds like containment breach.”

Crewman Durheim; Tunnel Rat

Scrounging around to find his tri-corder, Bog finds that the access tube is likely impassable, except for the hole in the deck leading to deck twelve proper. “Never gets easier, dose it. I only see one way out. Do you conjure Mr. Durheim?”

Bog

“I suppose if it were easy, Mr. Bog, they wouldn’t need us!” Jonathan peered around the small, dark corridor lit by red emergency lighting - there wasn’t much to see. “I think you’re right. And if there is a breach, the containment systems need to be fixed - and I believe those are on deck thirteen.” Turning, he eyed up the small, dark hole leading down; he reached up to key his goggles to low-light mode - though he could now see better, the view wasn’t improved. “No time like the present!” And on that cheerful note, he began climbing down the narrow access tube.

Crewman Durheim; Tunnel Rat

Bog shook his head. “Your going to get us eaten, Durheim.” Pulling a head lamp out of his tool belt and after putting on he fallowed the small man down the hole.

Bog

Durheim turned to grin at Bog; goggles gleaming in the light from his headlamp. “You may be right, Mr Bog. But here we are; and I don’t think this is a job we can pass on to anyone else, unfortunately!” He moved away from the opening of the small shaft, enough to give Bog room to maneuver.

Once Bog had gotten himself situated, Jonathan began poking at a nearby diagnostic panel; he quickly removed the cover plate and began prodding the exposed contacts, trying to see which feeds were intact and what was and wasn’t working. The intermittent flicker from the display gave him no confidence; and he had little hope of good news.

As he began the diagnostic, he asked Bog “So, any ideas? What happened up there? I know Mr. Hampton sent us to do some diagnostics, but all I was able to confirm was the overloaded junctions.”

Crewman Durheim; Human multimeter

“ Use your head, the containment deck has its own power supply, not many things can take it out. Since the emergency back ups haven’t kicked in It’s only one possibility. Bog gave the Crewman a moment to put the pieces together.

“ An unregulated plasma surge threw the backup EPS fed bY the ships primary plasma manifold.” The Tellarite was concerned that EPS relays that fused and the field emitters they fed, worse if the emitters themselves were burned out.

Bog