Posted by Captain Rende Asam (Captain) in Main Sim [Damaged Systems]: Repairing the bio-neural gel packs (TAG O’Larria and Little)

Posted by Lieutenant Eldorin Asam (Chief Engineer) in Repairing the bio-neural gel packs
Eldorin blinked as the light from outside the trapped bulkhead lit him up, as though one who hadn’t seen daylight from a cave in months might. Now as it was, the collapsed bulkhead section had the same level of lighting as the outer corridor he found himself, but always a moment to play it up right?

There was something wrong. He could hear it, he could feel it, there was something wrong with the ship harmonics and the sound that only an engineer would notice. There was a junction nearby that acted as a relay for the system of gel packs. He grabbed at the panel in desperation and tried to pull it off with no luck, before realizing that much like anything on a modern ship you needed to use a hypersonic scanner to release the bolts…. Removing his tools from their holsters like the countless pistols he had wielded before, he released the bolts and inspected the packs which were, in a few words, rather disappointing to say the least. He tapped his badge, =/\=Eldorin to Little and O’Larria, meet me in….w’erever I am and breng as many replacement gel packs as you can carry, and fhr good measure a few mhre! If dese are down who knows ‘ow many are blown out. W’en we swatc’ed from main to auxiliary processeng we must ‘ave blown dem out like relays in a….you kids are too young to know anyt’eng about dat. Anyways, get ‘ere quick will ya?! =/\=

Eldorin Adam, CE

A waft of coolant misted out from around the deactivated gelpacks, catching the faint light of the nearby isolinear systems before fading. A nearby panel blinked the word “Stand-By” at Eldorin, followed by several lines of code that told him much of what he expected to find here: a surge of energy had compromised the packs to a degree that they were no longer functional according to Starfleet regulations. A visual assessment was only slightly more heartening. Each of the four gelpacks in the array was a wan shade of indigo shot through with blackened veins where the electrical jolt had seared a ragged path of destruction. While they could certainly be salvaged if taken to a starbase or, in a pinch, used in a diminished capacity, Chief Asam knew they wouldn’t hold up under normal operating stress.

The flashing codes caught his attention, drawing his eye away from the gelpacks. While several of the nearby auxiliary systems had been affected by the surge, most of the damage had been shunted along the EPS grids into only a few major systems: replicators, transporters, and artificial gravity. His expert eye and experienced mind could trace the affected systems along the most likely path away from his present position, like tracking creek waters back to their source upriver. If he and his team were able to find the root cause of the malfunctions, perhaps they could determine what had caused the surge… and how best to repair it.
—Jas—