Posted by Lieutenant Casela Synthi-er (Counsellor / RTF) in MPT - LS Trickster - Power Shed - Bog
Petall was an inquisitive girl and it was obvious she was fascinated by Bog. Zanya and Karra had tried to teach her about Tellarite social customs and personalities. Not because they expected her to fall into that norm, but because they wanted her to understand where she came from and not be offended when she finally met another Tellarite. She had been waiting for Karra to leave the room. “Ms Karra, can I take him to the power shed? I’ll help. I promise! I won’t get in the way.” Karra sighed. Petall was eager to learn and would help the engineer, but she wasn’t a natural at it. But what she lacked in instinct she made up for with determination and hard work. Karra nodded, “As long as…Sparky is willing to let you go.”

Patell practically skipped into the back room. Casela knew what she hoped, it was what each of the children hoped for. Karra knew it too, but it was her call to let them be around the strangers or not. And one thing was for sure, Sparky could teach Patell a lot. She looked at Bog, “You tinker types always get lost. I’ll show you where you need to go. Come on!” Patell didn’t bother to ask, afraid he’d say no. Once outside she took the most convoluted way around the village just to prove that he’d get lost. In actuality the power shed was a simple walk to the center of the village and then directly north. Along the way Patell made sure to point out where lights weren’t working, the irrigation systems were spotty because the power flow was bad, the shield generator didn’t work, and most importantly, “The school computer doesn’t always work and we can’t find the information we need.” She stopped in front of a door. “This is the power shed.” She opened the door and by the sounds coming from inside, it sounded like the generator was taking its last breath.

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Bog was irritable, belligerent and impatient even buy Tellarite standards the only marginally sane person who would trust him with a child was Casela. She already new he had a softer side, especially when it came to children from his dealings with Gen.

he patiently listened to the girl, the rout she chose actually was useful, as it allowed him a better idea of the needs and power distribution system he was working with.
“What in the Geonadian Hells would make a cold fusion reactor make such noise?!” Bog opens the door and all is made clear, it’s not a fusion reactor at all but an ancient radioactive decay fueled sterling cycle generator. His peaple hadn’t used them in well over three centuries, and he doubted any of the founding races of the federation had either.

The Tellarite stood mouth agape at the ancient machine as it wheezed and coughed like a dying man with emphysema. Once he took stock of the situation, he brought out his tricorder to scan the antique before attempting to repair the beast.

Sparky