=/\= Torpedo Maintainance and Loading, USS Charon =/\=
"Do I have to do everything myself?!" Ch'tan shouted as he heaved one of the torpedo casings out of the way, during the battle the loading mechanism had got jammed and the launcher had stopped working, luckily for the ship, a warhead hadn't been loaded at the time it got jammed.
"Look, you just pull this bit out and then let someone with engineering experience put this bit back together," the young Klingon added as he yanked out part of the broken mechanism.
Slowly he made his way over to the control console and went over the diagnostics and the sensor scans from the battle, trying to find out how and more importantly why the launcher had failed on them, as he bought up the data, the console flickered slightly before an audible fizz then a bang as the rear of the console was blown out, leaving a charred hole facing the launcher.
"Damn! Why must everything in this damned ship fail?" he shouted as he slammed his fists down on the top of the console, cracking the screen and causing the already shaken tactical crew to jump again.
"Go and find some spare parts and get this thing fixed," Ch'tan barked at one of the tactical technicians on his way out of the door, "If anyone needs me i'll be checking over the phasers and shield generators,"
=/\= Shield Generator, USS Charon =/\=
"Status Report!" Came the very Klingon shout as he climbed into the Shield Generator room, his hair tied back so it kept out of any work he was going to be doing.
"Generator is shot, we'll have to relace as many parts as we can, but we wont get it back up to full spec without shipyard facilities," one of the engineers said with a sigh as he turned to face the Klingon
"We'll rig it as best we can boss, but you'll have to advise helm not to show our underbelly to any attackers, the shields wont hold long," one of the others added as he came out from under the generator, "The power and control conduits are heavily damaged, but we can repair them,"
"Do it, as best you can," Ch'tan replied slowly as he slid a padd out from his uniform and checked it off on his list, "The ship is practically falling apart at the seams," he added as he clambered back into the jefferies tube and made his way back to the bridge.
(To Be Continued...)
Lieutenant Commander Ch'tan Foster
Chief Tactical Officer
USS Charon
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