Posted by Lieutenant William Hampton (Chief Engineering Officer) in pre-sim The Brilliant Lt. Hampton

Posted by Lieutenant Casela Synthi-er (Counsellor / RTF) in pre-sim The Brilliant Lt. Hampton

Posted by Lieutenant William Hampton (Chief Engineering Officer) in pre-sim The Brilliant Lt. Hampton
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After leaving Doc Fey to work out details with ARU, Casela found her way down to engineering looking for Lt. Hampton. The man was distrustful, but she shrugged so was everyone else on this ship. She walked towards him, “Lt. Hampton, if you have a moment,” and she meant it. Engineering was way over worked, but she wanted his expert opinion.

(assuming he says yes if not void)

“I was hoping to get your expert opinion. The report indicates that something is causing the crew to experience head trauma of some sort. I’ve searched the medical and psychological databases, but I haven’t found anything to make a definitive guess as to what is causing it. An RTF team will be dispatched to the Einstein to locate and contain this…whatever it is. The only records we have been able to obtain is that it sends out a signal oscillated between 0.5 and 4 hertz. Is there anything we can replicate, or create to protect the team from that signal. Hopefully protecting them, even temporarily, from the signal? Give them a little extra time to do their jobs?”

Lt. Synthi-er, CNS

Hampton was working at an engineering station with his back to Casela as she walked in. Upon hearing her voice directed towards him he did not turn to face her but rather continued working and looking down at the console in front of him. “What do you want?” he responded simply and unemotionally. Upon listening to the lieutenant’s request Hampton swiveled in his chair to face her, a scowl spread across his face. “Well unfortunately for you and the people on your side of the fence, it seems the RTF does not value me enough to give me any of these reports you speak of, Frankly I have no idea what you are talking about because nobody on this ship seems to feel that I need to know.” He swiveled back to his console. “I’m not going to be the RTF’s private mechanic to do their job for them. If you want help, get one of your secret agent buddies, this ship is crawling with them. I’m not going to bend over backwards to help people who don’t show me any respect and are intent on keeping me in the dark lieutenant. If my help is truly desired, I need those reports that have been deemed classified.” Hampton let off a scoff upon completing his sentence. He had no time to help the RTF, let alone desire.

Lt. William Hampton- CE

Casela bit back a smartass remark. Hampton was brilliant and it was rather stupid that no one gave him clearance. And she was not going over to that ship, risking her life, if they could prevent it. She swore to herself. She walked over to his console tapped the screen and pulled up the transmission from the Admiral making sure he could see that she had not needed to use any ‘secret access code’ to do it. “This report, Lt. was not classified and it was shared by the captain at the staff meeting. So I’m not sure what classified documents you are talking about, but I was referring to this.” She as much as…well Hampton hated the intrigue, and secrets, but really. She didn’t have time for petty power plays. “Specifically this part of the report.” She pulled up the information on the oscillating signal. “So Hampton, now you know as much as I do.” She turned to stare him right in the eye, she wanted no question later on. “I am NOT RTF. I might be ordered work with them, but I am NOT one of them. I’ll be a cold, dead, disintegrated pile of dust first. Now I came to ask you, not because I expect you to be anyone’s lackey, but you’re the best. If you can’t or won’t do it, say so and I’ll leave you alone.”
LT. Synthi-er, CNS

William’s personal space bubble had been broken without his permission. William hated having his bubble broken. He met her icy stare and returned it with his eyes narrowed and a gleam of resolve and disgust in them. He rose from his seat, looking down at Synthi-er. “Alright ‘Counselor’” He said using his hands to make air quotes. “I will get this done, you are correct that I am the best and, luckily for you, I love a challenge, so I will help you.” His eyes narrowed even further. “But let’s get one thing clear right now. No matter what you say, or what you do. Your uniform is RTF, your commanding officer is RTF, your orders are RTF, you train with the RTF, and that robot dog is RTF. As far as I am concerned, you are RTF. Your pledges of loyalty to the rest of us may work with the captain, or the XO, but I did not get this far being a gullible and stupid man, and I can assure you, the routine you are playing right now will not work with me.” He took in a deep breath, keeping his tone moderate and reserved. “What kind of counselor carries around knives and does combat training? Your starfleet position, just like every other RTF member of this crew with a starfleet position, is just an excuse to put you on this ship. Cobb may not be able to see it because he wants to feel safe and secure on his own ship, but I do.” He turned and walked towards the other side of main engineering, showing his back to her to drive home the point that he was not afraid of her. “I’ll have a some ideas for you by the end of the day Counselor. I shall inform you when I remember to share them with you and whoever else you feel should hear about it.”

Lt. William Hampton- CE

Casela looked down at her blue science combat uniform. Well she guessed it was similar to the RTF uniform. Hampton was going to be a problem. She could give RTF hell for all she cared, he could give it to her as well, but his…anger, better not hurt the ship or it’s crew. She didn’t care who he hated or why. She supposed as ship’s counselor she was supposed to care, but she wasn’t much for fixing people’s emotions. When Hampton got done talking she slipped away silently, without notice. The dig at her being RTF bugged the crap out of her. 1 year. That was all she had left, and then she was disappearing, one way or another. If Hampton could do it, he would. Whether or not he gave it to her, was another question. Either way she was ordered to go over there. She’d have to hope that her Betazoid senses would give her enough warning before something happened.

Lt. Synthi-er, CNS

Several hours later Synthi-er received a transmission through her combadge. =^= Hampton to Synthi-er, if you could join me in main engineering again I believe I have found a solution to your problems.=^=

Lt. William Hampton- CE

=^=Acknowledged Lt Hampton. I’ll be right there.=^= Casela got up from her desk and headed to main engineering. If Hampton had actually worked on something to help the away team she was not going to waste his time. Just a few minutes later she walked into main engineering. “Lt.”
Lt. Synthi-er, CNS

This time Hampton looked up as the Counselor approached. “I have spent the last couple of hours going over different tech and signals, and I believe there is a way to safeguard the away team from those signals, at least initially.” He turned and pointed to the console behind him, showing a schematic for a small multiphasic shield generator. “I can modify a standard starfleet multiphasic deflector in order to counter act the signals we have detected. The only problem is with a generator that small, it can only extend so far. I am working on the radius of the shield right now, but right now its about 100 feet in any direction. In a sense it would be an umbrella, but if one of the away team members steps outside of said protective field, they would be susceptible to the signals.” He paused, “I’m trying to figure out how to make the generator mobile so that the team can move without throughout Einstein.”

Lt. William Hampton- CE

Casela studied the schematic, careful to respect the distance Hampton seemed to expect: the man was doing her and the away team a huge favor, it was the least she could do. She wasn’t an engineer, but she understood enough to see what he was trying to do. 100 feet wouldn’t give them a lot of room, but they still had a couple days for the team to learn to move within that range. “Mr. Hampton, your reputation does not do you justice,” she said. He’d probably take it as fake flattery but she really meant it. She wouldn’t have been able to do it, and the frequency of those waves could kill someone. They needed something to keep their brains from being fried, long enough to contain whatever it was causing it. “I’m not engineer, but if you need a second set of hands, I offer mine.” He probably wouldn’t take that offer either, but she knew his department was over worked with leaving space dock early.

Lt. Synthi-er, CNS

Hampton smirked and scoffed. “I am well aware of the Ms. Synthi-er.” He turned and picked up a padd, which the schematics had been downloaded onto. He handed it to her. “Go get this approved by your ATF coworkers that you definitely totally aren’t pals with will you? The more time my team and I have to work on this the better.” He gave a smile to the Counselor. “Besides, I don’t think you really want to work down here. Stabbing things with knives doesn’t solve problems on this part of the ship.” He leaned back against a console that he was standing in front of, arms folded at his torso, the smile still there on his face. “I would appreciate the flattery if I thought it was real Lieutenant, but you already knew I wouldn’t think it is.”

Lt. William Hampton- CE

Casela took the PaDD and glanced over it. She linked into her personal console in her office. She pulled up the appropriate clearance protocols, held her palm flat to the screen of the PaDD. Then she handed it back to Hampton. “Nice thing about being me, Lt. I’m on a higher pay grade than they are. I can approve it myself.” She really probably, according to command chain, blah blah blah shouldn’t have done that, but she WAS allowed. She DID have the clearance to approve it, and she actually only had to clear it with the CO or XO, but for this she didn’t technically need it. She’d get dressed down for it later, but he was right. They needed all the time they could get. “It’s not flattery if it’s true Mr. Hampton. Take it or leave it, you do amazing work. I’ll leave you to it.” She turned leave, “Oh and knives might be one of my better skill sets, but it isn’t the only one. I truly, and honestly, appreciate your assistance on this Mr. Hampton.” Casela turned to go. He probably would always feel she was being false with him, and that was fine. But she gave credit where it was due. Though if she was being truthful she gave a lot of criticism when it was due as well. But right now, Hampton had earned it, and she wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. GAH! Politics!
Lt. Synthi-er, CNS