Quentin nodded "Exactly, power spikes in the scan will show up the problem areas as the power flow is distributed unevenly causing the decrease in performance" he clarified. "As long as we enhance the buffers to handle the power increase we should be ok, otherwise we'll be faced with blown out circuitry and although I have an Ambassador at my beck and call - I don't really want to babysit him in replacing them all" he chuckled as he knocked back a couple of painkillers and activated the scan.
“Got it,” he began to observe the systems trying to locate any power spikes. “They are just like that with any other system on the ship, power spikes will decrease performance.” He watched the Commander take the painkillers, “If my calculations are correct we should enhance the buffers by fifteen percent minimum, twenty percent maximum. Anything lower than fifteen percent will cause a blow out as you said, anything higher than twenty percent will cause a rapid drain of the impulse engines rendering them useless.” He noticed a small spike and pointed, “There is a minor spike there,” he wasn’t sure of what system it was but even a minor spike was enough to cause damage.
Calhoun looked over the Ensigns shoulder and spotted it too. “Good call, it seems that there was some chronotron residue that was taken in through the bussards and not vented out properly, it has completely degraded that command line isolinear chip which regulates power influx” he explained. “We need to replace that first” he added heading over to the apparently empty wall and tapped a command line code in as a hatch opened and series of isolinear chips appeared. “It’s one of these” he said looking to the hundreds of chips slotted into the wall. “Of course unless we can pinpoint it precisely it’s going to take a while do this by hand” he said.
Cyrin followed the Commander, “If we can pinpoint the algorithm that specific isolinear chip is running, we can isolate it quicker. At least I know we can do that in operations.” He added, “However, the safest method would be to do it by hand Commander. But perhaps a passive algorithmic scan could work?” He offered.
“Sounds like a good idea” Quentin commented as he recalibrated the sensor scan to the passive algorithm frequency of the isolinear chips and begun tapping on the console as a detailed view appeared on the main screen. “94500 teraquads of data streams to comb through, I’m setting it to a high-pass resonation to filter out potential damaged chips and narrow the scan” he said. He pressed a button and an engineering tricorder rose from a hidden compartment in the ‘pool table’. “If you patch it in you’ll be able to scan through the sensory node and be able to manually record the algorithms of all the chips, the high-pass resonation filter will then automatically decide if it is a potential damaged chip or not” he instructed.
“Got it Commander,” Cyrin said. He took the tricorder and began scanning the area for any sign at all. As he scanned he noticed that there was a higher frequency coming from one of the rows. Moving the tricorder over that specific row he scanned them once again. After about five minutes he pinpointed the isonliner chip with a higher frequency. “Commander row ten column thirteen.”
The scanner on the ‘pool table’ picked up the readings and confirmed the scan and immediately the high-pass resonation scan enacted the deactivation mechanism and the chip whirred down and the backlight went out. “It’s save to remove and replace” he said indicating to the new chip that, at the same time as the old one was powering down, was appearing in one of the smaller engineering replicators near the isolinear chip storage chambers.
Cyrin took out the old isolinear chip and picked up the new isolinear chip placing the old one on the replicator to have it recycled. A few minutes later he placed the new on in the original spot. Looking towards the Commander he nodded. “I believe you can activate it now Commander.”
Quentin activated the chip to restore the system to the level it needed to be before the enhancements could be completed. Pressing another button the panel with the exposed chips sunk back into the wall and the cover sealed them hidden into the wall. “Ok, let’s get to work on re-routing that extra power” he said with a grin grabbing a tech kit and heading over to a floor panel with a small pressurized leaver similar to the ones to manually open doors in event of power failure. Opening the hatch he climbed into the small space and opened the toolkit on the engineering floor. Grabbing a phase inverter he begun the recalibrations “have a look at the scan; tell me when we’ve hit the peak point for the power distribution to be effective. I don’t wanna risk turning the engines back on until we’re sure just in case” he called out.
“Yes sir,” came the reply as he began pulling up menu after menu for power distribution. “Go ahead and start, I will control the power intake from here sir, unless of course you wish to do it from there.”
“I trust you enough not to blow up another part of the ship” Quentin joked as he held the modulations in place and immediately felt the power flow increase. “Ok! Hold it there a second I need to adjust the manifolds!” he called out from the small pit he was in.
Cyrin stopped the power intake as the Commander adjusted the manifolds. He watched the power spikes carefully as to ensure there wasn’t an overload. “I tried that once Commander…I don’t want to try it a second time.” He said back laughing.
“Ok! Start transferring power from the life support and air-purification systems of the non-utilized cargobays!” Quentin shouted to the ensign at the main console on the other side of the room.
Cyrin rerouted the life support and air-purifications systems from the cargo-bays that weren’t in use. “Power transfer initiated Commander.”
Quentin struggled to hold the phase inverter in place so as to strengthen the manifold during the initial flow release process. The last mission had taken its toll on his body and he was starting to feel the pain build up within him but he knew that stopping to knock back a few pills would mean the pain he felt internally would be the least of his problems. “How close are we to the 18.7% power threshold limit?!” he called out.
Cyrin continued to monitor the power, the power threshold limit was nearing eighteen point seven percent. “We should be there shortly, seventeen point nine, eighteen, eighteen point one, eighteen point two. We are stabilizing at eighteen point two Commander.”
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Commander Quentin Calhoun
Chief Engineering Officer
U.S.S. Charon
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Ensign Cyrin Dicari
Chief Operations Officer
U.S.S. Charon
