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Rana HAD to get off the bridge. He had been nowhere else since he came aboard it seemed. The bridge had grown too crowded. Too stuffy and too intense.

He had to get away and go anywhere really. It didn’t really matter. He didn’t know what exactly had driven him to engineering other than the fact that he had yet to see

the place on the ship that he was expected to be the number two on. So, while he had found himself in the vicinity he thought he would check in and be able to tell the captain something if he were asked about his walk.

He strolled into engineering half expecting to see things a mess. The opposite seemed to be the case. He saw all the readings on the equipment on the engineering panels showing what was basically happening ship wide. He only saw one person standing about with a somewhat confused look. Rana could certainly feel for him.

Rana Singh Number One

Petty Officer Giles looked up from the engineering console as the doors parted and the First Officer entered Main Engineering. For a moment he seemed unsure whether to continue monitoring the persistent warning or straighten himself to attention. Training won out.

“Commander Singh, sir,” he acknowledged quickly, stepping aside from the console.

Around them, Main Engineering no longer looked like a compartment on the verge of catastrophic failure. The violent fluctuations that had wracked the ship earlier were gone. The warp core pulsed with an almost unnerving smoothness, its blue glow steady and calm. Consoles across the room displayed synchronized system states with efficiency levels several points higher than standard operational baselines.

And yet the atmosphere remained tense.

Crewmen and engineers continued glancing toward the same line appearing on nearly every systems display:

DISENGAGEMENT RISK: UNKNOWN

Giles rubbed the back of his neck uneasily before speaking again.

“Everything’s stable, sir. More than stable, honestly. EPS flow’s cleaner than I’ve ever seen it. Structural stress is practically nonexistent.” He gave a faint, uncertain laugh. “Ship feels like she’s floating on rails.”

His expression tightened again as he gestured toward the warning indicator.

“But nobody down here knows what happens if this… synchronization ends.” He lowered his voice slightly. “Engineering’s starting to think the ship isn’t holding itself together alone anymore.”

Nearby, another engineer glanced over from a diagnostics station.

“Feels like something out there’s carrying part of the load,” she admitted quietly.

Giles looked back to the XO.

“Lieutenant M’Mera hasn’t responded yet, sir. Until we know more, we’re maintaining current configuration and not touching anything tied to the anchor systems unless absolutely necessary.”

He looked once more toward the impossibly stable warp core, then back to Rana.

“Respectfully, sir… I don’t think any of us are eager to find out what ‘disengagement’ means.”

Lt. M’Mera CE

All the while that Giles was speaking Ranas eyes were roving about engineering. From floor to ceiling and in each little nook and cranny. Into every little dark corner. He didn’t feel good. He didn’t like it that something that had been so wrong was now not seemingly back to order but better than it had been.

Rana looked at Giles and thought about the disengagement warning. ” Disengagement? ” Rana asked. ” Maybe it just means that if we go too fast in the wrong direction the computer can’t foresee with any acracy what the outcome would be because it doesn’t have enough data about our current surroundings?” Rana paused as he looked around. ” Other than that, my grandfather used to say that if something is still working not to meddle with it. Rana reached out then and clapped Gile’s shoulder and said to him. ” We’ll figure out our problems one at a time thanks to good people like you.”

Rana Singh Number One

Giles blinked once at the unexpected reassurance, some of the tension easing from his shoulders beneath the XO’s hand.

“Aye, sir,” he replied quietly.

Around them, Main Engineering continued its strange calm. The great vertical columns surrounding the warp core no longer flickered with strain or fluctuating field harmonics. Instead they emitted a steady, almost rhythmic pulse that seemed less mechanical and more… synchronized. Every few seconds faint copper-red traces shimmered across the LCARS interfaces before disappearing again into the normal Starfleet display palette.

One of the technicians nearby frowned at his console.

“Sir… getting another resonance overlap,” she reported. “But it’s not damaging anything.”

Rana could hear it now too.

Not through the ears exactly, but through the deck itself. A low harmonic vibration running through the ship like a distant choir holding a single sustained note. It matched the pulse of the warp core perfectly.

Giles noticed the XO’s attention shift and gave a small nod.

“We all feel it,” he admitted. “At first we thought it was feedback from the anchor systems, but…” He hesitated. “It reacts when the Shiarian vessels change state. Half a second before our sensors even register it.”

Another engineer muttered from across the compartment without looking up from his station.

“Ship almost feels happier this way.” That earned a few uneasy glances. Giles exhaled through his nose and folded his arms.

“Honestly, sir, that’s what’s bothering people most. Systems this stable shouldn’t happen inside the Expanse. We’ve spent weeks fighting the ship just to keep her together.”

His eyes drifted toward the warp core again.

“Now she’s doing it effortlessly.”

For a moment nobody spoke.

The Merrimack hummed around them—not strained, not wounded, but balanced in a way no one aboard had experienced since entering the Caradthian Expanse.

Then one of the status boards chirped softly.

ENGINEERING ALERT:
EXTERNAL STATE HARMONICS INCREASING

The copper-red shimmer passed across the consoles again, slightly brighter this time.

Several engineers instinctively looked upward as though expecting the deck above them to disappear.

Giles gave a nervous half-smile.

“…I really miss ordinary warp physics, sir.”

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