Posted by Ensign Kristiana O’Larria (Engineering Officer) in Main Sim [Damaged Systems]: Repairing the bio-neural gel packs (TAG O’Larria and Little)

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“Glad I found you two.” Tom approached them from behind. “My badge was down but I got your last transmission, Sir. It looks like something was interfering. Anyway, I got some gel packs.” As usual, he was carrying a shoulder bag when someone hailed him. The CE’s words somehow reminded him of one of his instructors on the ground. Even though there were no direct words from the CSO, the procedure was to aid the engineers. He was going to contact the Lieutenant once settled. He then thanked the officer with monitors and said, “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Little, Sci

While the team worked to repair and replace the systems damaged by the EPS surge, the tiny display continued to scroll through it’s list of trouble codes. In a cramped space such as a jefferies tube, larger displays with more detailed descriptions would have been unwieldy; thankfully the codes were grouped in such a way as to point a repair team in the right direction. They served to let the crew know what systems were malfunctioning or disabled, but more than that they let them know where.

Eldorin’s team was situated near the periphery of the damage, the end of the stream of cascade failures and malfunctions that landed them all in the situation they now faced. They’d have the gelpacks replaced and ready within the hour, easily. The largest grouping of damage codes seemed to be localized to Deck 8; that made the most sense, since that was where Ensign Fairweather was at the time of the accident. But with all the backups and failsafes that Starfleet put in-place to make sure this kind of thing didn’t happen, why had it? Even had the computer been able to give them more than just a long list of numbers and letters, it wouldn’t be able to tell them everything. Sometimes a visual inspection was best when dealing with a baffling problem like this.
—Jas—

Kristi, looking a bit more haggard than usual, pressed loose strands of hair behind her ear for the umpteenth time and sighed. Sitting on her knees in the corridor outside the jeffries tube the Chief was in, she was tapping on the panel to once more go through the list of systems still to be dealt with. After a moment, she sighed and called into the small space the Chief was in.

“So Deck 11 and 15 still have gravity issues. Decks 25 and 26 have environmental issues. The replicators are still misbehaving and there are a few minor systems like lights and things flickering here and there.” She frowned and added. “And apparently the Main Computer is operating like it’s a decade behind and the bulkheads still aren’t one hundred percent.” She added those issues to the PaDD before her and sighed. Shifting as she moved to sit on her rump, her legs going to sleep from kneeling on the hard deck plates, she called out a second later. “What do you want to focus on first?”

Eldorin stuck his head out of the bulkhead and took a short sharp breath “While I lahve de idea dat de cahmputer is now wahrkin mahre at me speed, we need to prioritize gettin it back to foehll operation so those in main engineerin and de science labs can ‘ave full access to it and get us ooeht o’ dis mess.” He let go a quick curse in some old dialect of El-Aurian before whacking the panel and sighing.

She glanced at the outline of the Chief in the confined space and smiled. He wasn’t Mike, but she was growing fond of him, none the less. He was smart, quick witted and had made her smile and keep going when she had wanted to quit more than once in the last couple hours. If she wasn’t careful, she might actually start to like the man. She let a small laugh go before biting her lip, hoping he hadn’t heard it.

Kristi
Engineer

Well, at least a relief. Tom thought with a smirk. This was the reason it was designed at least two cores to function even in this event. Those errors implied to him that the system was in emergency mode and had low performance to everything except basic needs. Based on the textbook troubleshooting, he had better check what was overloading. But why these decks? Was there common ground here? He also wondered if he could shut down other unnecessary stuff and maybe let it run a self-diagnosis first. At last, no doctor knew better than the ‘patient’ about themselves.

Little, Sci

“Little, ‘ow are ya combing alahng wit de diagnahstecs?” Eldorin asked as he rubbed the small bump on his head from the spanner he had dropped earlier, approaching the science officer, his uniform jacket unbuttoned and undershirt stained with oils and gel-pack residue. This was where Eldorin was in his element, and he was relishing every moment of it.

Eldorin, CE

Gee…I need a UT. “Sir, if you want me to run a diagnostics.” Tom tried encrypting the CE’s words. He looked around and reached a corridor wall closer to the error messages screen. He opened it and found a panel there. “The EPS, Sir. It’s connected to the computer cores. If the task is to get back the processing speed, we need to prioritize things to do.” He rephrased the Chief’s words and expanded. “The reason it is so slow, that I can think of from those errors is caused by the connections. The cores are still connected to each branch and because of the malfunctions, they slowed down.” He then turned to the Lieutenant, “I have two ways now, either mask it or fix it. Both should boost the speed and then it can run diagnostics faster. Well, it should be.”

“To mask it, we could just simply cut all malfunctioned connections off from the cores and prioritize it to the engineering and science sections. Or to fix it, which would require times longer than that but solve each headache one by one.” He then lightly smacked the panel to see if it was still alive.

Little, Sci

=^=Repair Team Delta to Chief Asam,=^= came a call over the comm. =^=We’ve completed our repairs. Main systems on Decks Eleven through Fifteen are resetting and cycling, but the gravity has normalized. Moving to Deck Sixteen for diagnostics and assessment. Delta, out.=^=

The team barely had time to blink before another call came across the comm. Confusion and anxiety fair dripped through the channel. =^=Repair Team Alpha to Lieutenant Asam. Will you join us on Deck Eight at your earliest convenience? There’s… there’s something you should see.=^=
—Jas—

=/\=Rende to Eldorin. We’ll be coming to an all stop in about 5 hours to grab that alien ship and to initiate a static warp field. You have that long to make sure the ship is ready for it. Then we’ll be visiting the alien ship again.=/\=

Then five hours later: =/\=Rende to Woods and Eldorin. We’ve got the alien ship and come to an all stop. You’re clear to begin.=/\=

Rende, CO

[Dropping this link here for easy reference to more shenanigans!]
—Jas—

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((We all moving to deck 8 thread??))

[That is entirely up to the team and what additional precautions/investigation/questions you want to pursue. If the team’s overall goal is to repair the systems, there won’t be any issues and you’re welcome to fast-track to Deck 8]