Posted by Lieutenant Ferl’lak (Chief Science Officer) in Main Sim: Engineering

Posted by Lieutenant Mike Stone (Chief Engineer) in Main Sim: Engineering

Posted by Lieutenant Ferl’lak (Chief Science Officer) in Main Sim: Engineering
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Kristi had done as suggested and came out to hand Mike the requested instruments. Even if they were apparitions, she agreed with her CE, they needed reading. She didn’t believe in ghosts, so this had to be something else. “Here, Sir…”

She then moved to another console to run a scan of engineering. She half wondered if the apparition was being transmitted like the AI doctors on some ships and the holodeck programs.

Kalika
Engineer

“Thanks.” Mike said simply, then started a scan on his tricorder. Even though it was engineer’s it would still show, if what he is seeing is a living creature or something else. While the scan was taking it’s course, he checked his ‘other’ tricorder was set to heavy stun.

Lt. Mike Stone, CE

Knob hobbled around the area while the scans registered. He was indeed a living creature, male, and registered as human. Though, what part of him might look as such was either covered with dirty rags or grungy. Not to mention the lack of teeth and now that more wore close to him, the smell. His body reeked of rotten food. His frown at Kaylia making him look like he was centuries older. “Knob no like you!” Before whacking her in the shin with his gnarled walking staff. “Only food Knob wants.” His piercing blue eyes staring into Kaylia’s for far longer than should be comfortable. His state was unblinking, unmoving.

-Gm

“Well if you promise not to hurt anyone else with that stick of yours, we’ll get one of our people to escort you to the mess hall. We have a lot of different kinds of dishes there, and our replicators can even create unique dishes on the fly.” Mike put his tricorder away. It said it was human which to him ment it could be delt with. How he came on board and what was he doing here were of course interesting questions with hopefully an answer soon.

He tapped his badge =/\= Lt. Stone to Security. I need someone to escort an unregistered person called Mr. Knob from engineering. Get him something to eat and probably he’ll need a bath. =/\= Hopefully they will also get some answers from him.

Lt. Mike Stone, CE

The strange man’s eyes widened, “Knob won’t go! Knob must stay in his cave!” He hobbled faster than should be possible while leaning on his staff and rounded a corner out of sight in a dead end corner of Engineering. Anyone following him would find him gone and nowhere in sight.

-GM

“Wait!” For some unknown reason, Kristi brushed past her supervisor to see where the man was going. Rounding the corner, she came up short with a gasp, “WHA!” She shook her head and her face wasn’t hiding the confusion she was sensing. “He’s gone!” She said with enough conviction and confusion to make it plain she wasn’t teasing.

Frowning, she shook her head and went to the panel on the wall. It was still secured so she went to the nearest station and grabbed what she needed before going to see about removing the panel to see what was behind it. Surely he had merely crawled into one of the endless maintenance tunnels… that had to be it.

Kristi
Engineer

Mike frowned. He didn’t like this one bit. Although they had misterous people simply show up and live in thes ship, this was a bit different. He sighed then tapped his badge.

=/\= Stone to security. Scratch that escort request. But i’d still like a few security officers present here at all times while we’re so close to the nebula. =/\=

He turned to Kristi and Kalika. “We’re supposed to team up with other departments anyways. Might as well get some security personel here.”

He looked at his tricorder and just commented “Odd. Anyways back to work everyone!”

Lt. Mike Stone, CE

Kristi came back around the corner as Mike was giving his report. As the others went back to work, Kristi went to her supervisor. “You said we needed to work in pairs.” She smiled and set her hands on her hips. “Guess that means I’m with you. Last thing we need is the supervisor thinking there are fish swimming around in the plasma conduits that need feeding.” She smiled and shook her head. “Department Head’s orders. No getting out of it.” The smile was soft and the look intended for him alone, despite not realizing it was on her face.

Kristi
Engineer

“As much as I’d love to be paired with you…” there was a hint of longing or perhaps regret in his voice, “…it won’t do. We’re getting mixed and paired with other departments. The idea behind is… if all engineers stick together and we go bananas, we could easily take control of engineering, lock everyone else out and cause god knows what. So we’ll probably get a few SEC or Medics over, that will need to act as a failsafe. Also I guess provide security and monitor our health a bit.”

He looked where Knob or whoever it was dissapeared last. “And I’m worried we might go bananas sooner then we think.”

He then looked at Kristi, smiling a bit as well, and for a second wondering if he’d even care if hereally went mad, as long as he could still be with her....

Lt. Mike Stone, CE

Kristi smiled at the lilt in his voice and lightly touched his hand. “That makes sense. I’m going to head to the bridge, then. We need an engineering presence up there. Just in case.” She let go and smiled. “Don’t worry about losing your mind. I don’t think a…” she paused unable to explain it since she didn’t believe in ghosts, “whatever it was… on the ship that several of us saw is how this will go down. And I don’t think you are at risk, boss. I am certain of it.”

She looked at him once more and moved to get an away kit from the nearby locker. “Just in case,” she smiled once more and headed out before things were said that didn’t need saying. This was going to turn out fine and they would all be having a good laugh about it in a week.

Kristi
Engineer

“Be careful.” He said once she already left. Her optimism cheered him up as well though that nebula still gave him the creeps, like no part of the galaxy ever did. Even the closed off sections of the USS Viking didn’t seem so scary any longer.

Just as he turned and wanted to head to his office, the doors opened again, and in came three security NE’s. “Ah, our security. We just had an intruder here, seen by a few people. He disappeared though, and I have a feeling we’d be just wasting time looking for him.”

After giving a short description of what he saw, he added: “One of you head to the upper level, one should patrol this section and one of you stay by the door. Weapons on stun, I probably don’t need to tell you that. Keep a lookout on the engineers and if there’s anything suspicious raise the alarm immediately. I prefer one or two false alarms over an overlooked incident.”

As the NE’s began their patrol, Mike sighed slightly. He almost forgot how it is commanding security. It’s definitely different now that he is the heads of engineering…
Also only 3 security felt a bit weak. he hoped there would be more, but they were understaffed for weeks, they will make due.

Lt. Mike Stone, CE

Ferl’lak moved into engineering with a bag of equipment and safe the Chief. “I was going to fix some things here but do you need a hand with something else?”

Ferl’lak

Mike looked slightly down at the ferengi wearing the blue colour shirt. “You came to fix something here?” He said a bit confused. “I’m sure you realise this is the engineering. No offence, but last time we had a Ferengi in here, our secondary tritium microreplication control unit go stolen. We never got the food replicators to work normaly after that. So who exacly are you?”

Lt. Mike Stone, CE

The Ferengi smiled showing his razor sharp teeth at that and bowed slightly. “My apologies sir. My name is Ferl’lak and I’m the new chief science officer. I’m here to not fix something in here as you all are very qualified but I brought a part from my lab that needs to be fixed and you’re the one with the tools to do that. I can fix it myself but will need to borrow the tools. As for the other Ferengi, I can’t vouch for that but we as a species are so much better and superior in technology that we wouldn’t need your primitive secondary tritium microreplication control thingy when ours is far superior. But we are a shady race and can’t really be trusted, so I understand. “

Ferl’lak

Mike felt embarased now. “sorry to jump to conclusions. You can use our equipment if you want, just… return it to where you found it. I’m afraid I can’t spend any man power to assist you. There’s lots of fixing needed. And about the control thingy.. well I’m sure you’ll regret it’s missing as soon as you order something from the replicators. Food almost never tasts as it should. Then again perheps you could get us a spare microreplicator, and that would fix our problem?” He asked.

Lt. Mike Stone, CE

Ferl’lak waved his hand in dismissal. “No need for apologies. I come from a race of mistrustful a##holes so I’m used to it. As for the replicator, I have my own for my specific foods and diet. I can bring it in and give it to you all and that should fix your problem. You’ll just have to program your foods to it. Savvy?”

Ferl’lak

Mike’s eyes lit up like a kids who just got a puppy for christmas. “Real tasting food,… no more steak that has a fungus texture, cheese that has a beer aftertaste or hot chocolate that tastes more like broccoli soup?” His mind trailed off for a second but he caught his composure quick. He quickly leaned in to the ferengi and whispered

“For the love of god, don’t spread the word out you brought your own replicator if you still want to use it for long. And don’t hook it up to our database no matter what.
I wouldn’t even risk hooking it up to our powerlines. Just get some battery packs and use that for power.” There was a serious expression on Mike’s face. Almost desperate one. If Ferl’lak thought he was kidding at first, there was no mistaking he was serious.

Mike didn’t even realize he was grabbing Ferl’lak by his shirt’s collar. He streightened the fabric. “Sorry about that…”

Lt.Mike Stone, CE

OOC: Food replicators on Viking are really bad. You almost never get what you order. Either it looks ok and taste compleately off, or it taste ok, but looks like a different dish. Multiple attempts were done to fix this but so far no one managed to find the problem. Some even believe it’s the ship’s cpu messing with this on purpose.