[USS Charon, Main Sickbay]
"Now, Signore Azzuro, you cannot…"
"Marcello, by the Mother of Fat Grass, there are ROMULANS on board."
"Si, Signore. What will you do to them? Throw a coil spanner? You are injured."
"I got that one bastard good, didn't I?"
"Si, you did. And he got you even better."
"Oh, shut up."
"Marcello, by the Mother of Fat Grass, there are ROMULANS on board."
"Si, Signore. What will you do to them? Throw a coil spanner? You are injured."
"I got that one bastard good, didn't I?"
"Si, you did. And he got you even better."
"Oh, shut up."
A doctor with an extremely harried look on her face dashed over, ran a tricorder over the grumbling Andorian, pressed a hypospray to his neck and was gone without saying a word.
"See? Now we can go."
"Ahhhh Signore, I would love to. Truly, I would. But where would you wish to go, eh?"
"Wherever I can throw spanners at Romulans."
Marcello scratched his head and gave the angry Andorian a sad look. Although he doubted that Lucia would take any nonsense from anyone, Romulan or no, he was still worried. She would be in a dreadful mood if those unfriendly people destroyed too much of the ship.
And then there was the matter of… just as the dark haired Italian tried to check one of the broken consoles and see if it was salvageable, the force fields around sickbay flickered and died.
"Oh, Madonna. This not good, signore azzuro."
"Ya think?" Shenn snorted, rubbing his bleeding and bruised arm. He noticed a Betazoid staring at the two of them.
"WHAT." he snarled "Unless you're an engineer or otherwise of ANY use, lay down and stop irritating people trying to save your … Dammit Marcello, what do you want."
The human was urgently tugging on Shenn's uniform jacket, mumbling something about Chief of something.
"Yea? Unless he's the chief engineer which I know this Mr babyface is NOT, get out of my antennae and over to that force field generator."
"See? Now we can go."
"Ahhhh Signore, I would love to. Truly, I would. But where would you wish to go, eh?"
"Wherever I can throw spanners at Romulans."
Marcello scratched his head and gave the angry Andorian a sad look. Although he doubted that Lucia would take any nonsense from anyone, Romulan or no, he was still worried. She would be in a dreadful mood if those unfriendly people destroyed too much of the ship.
And then there was the matter of… just as the dark haired Italian tried to check one of the broken consoles and see if it was salvageable, the force fields around sickbay flickered and died.
"Oh, Madonna. This not good, signore azzuro."
"Ya think?" Shenn snorted, rubbing his bleeding and bruised arm. He noticed a Betazoid staring at the two of them.
"WHAT." he snarled "Unless you're an engineer or otherwise of ANY use, lay down and stop irritating people trying to save your … Dammit Marcello, what do you want."
The human was urgently tugging on Shenn's uniform jacket, mumbling something about Chief of something.
"Yea? Unless he's the chief engineer which I know this Mr babyface is NOT, get out of my antennae and over to that force field generator."
Last thing they needed right now was a bunch of cranky Rommies storming sickbay, shooting people in their beds. Ah but that damn disruptor burn hurt like all hell.
Cyrin lay there half exposed his chest and face looking worse for wear. He was hurting a bit as well, but that was to be expected. He sensed fear, anger, and several other emotions coming from within sickbay itself. The Andorian was becoming rather irate especially to his superiors. "Excuse me Crewman." Cyrin said to the Andorian male. "That man you called Marcello, was trying to tell you that I am the Chief Operations Officer." He said sitting up using his good arm and swinging his legs over the edge a bit to fast, he hiss as a fresh new wave of pain overtook his upper chest.
"Well then what are you lying around there for. Sir." Shenn's antennae were nearly pressed to the back of his skull and he dragged his hurting carcass to one of the access panels, kicking it open with his boot before plopping down to take a look at the circuits. Several of the more unkind Andorian curses floated through sickbay as he saw the mess inside.
"Never mind that Marcello, problem's over here. And probably every other God-cursed power conduit in here."
The Italian gave another sad nod and ambled over, whistling through his teeth at the terrible sight.
"Ahhhh signore this very bad. Molto, molto malo."
"Marcello, stop stating the obvious and get to the other panel over there. Drag our esteemed officer along, one can only hope they teach them to do more than look pretty at the academy."
With this, the Andorian started pulling out burnt and shattered is linear chips, a small pool of blue blood forming underneath him.
"Never mind that Marcello, problem's over here. And probably every other God-cursed power conduit in here."
The Italian gave another sad nod and ambled over, whistling through his teeth at the terrible sight.
"Ahhhh signore this very bad. Molto, molto malo."
"Marcello, stop stating the obvious and get to the other panel over there. Drag our esteemed officer along, one can only hope they teach them to do more than look pretty at the academy."
With this, the Andorian started pulling out burnt and shattered is linear chips, a small pool of blue blood forming underneath him.
"Scusa, signore." Marcello nodded to the young Betazoid, trying for a crooked smile. "Is upset because Romulans shot a friend, si? And ship all in pieces is making him not happy. You can help? Is no good if people come here shooting."
"I am sure I can help," Cyrin said allowing the Italian human to help him over to were the Andorian was making a mess of things. "What's your name Crewman?" he asked the Andorian, "Secondly stop pulling those isolinear chips out. You will not be able to reroute power to the field emitters that way, especially since we don't have any spare isolinear chips laying around."
"Oh really." Shenn snorted "I hadn't noticed."
No spares, what did this kid think he was? A first year cadet? Or worse, an officer?
"Well if you care to explain to me how one routes power through charcoal, sir." the Andorian's voice was harsh enough to cut ice "Please fell free. Otherwise find yourself a phaser and get over to the secondary power junction. It'll have to handle a bit of a load here in a minute."
No spares, what did this kid think he was? A first year cadet? Or worse, an officer?
"Well if you care to explain to me how one routes power through charcoal, sir." the Andorian's voice was harsh enough to cut ice "Please fell free. Otherwise find yourself a phaser and get over to the secondary power junction. It'll have to handle a bit of a load here in a minute."
He continued pulling out the splintered remains of chips that were burnt beyond recognition and then carefully rearranged the one's that held at least a spark of life still.
"Marcello, explain to Mr know-it-all how one cross circuits using a phaser, will ya?"
"Signore, you think that such a good idea?" the Italian rubbed his chin thoughtfully."
"Everyone's a critic, huh? Fine." Shenn turned to the two people standing behind him and leaned his shoulder against a wall, wincing with the effort and the pain.
"Let's hear it then. And make it quick, from the sound of it we got Rommies in the corridor."
"Marcello, explain to Mr know-it-all how one cross circuits using a phaser, will ya?"
"Signore, you think that such a good idea?" the Italian rubbed his chin thoughtfully."
"Everyone's a critic, huh? Fine." Shenn turned to the two people standing behind him and leaned his shoulder against a wall, wincing with the effort and the pain.
"Let's hear it then. And make it quick, from the sound of it we got Rommies in the corridor."
Cyrin adjusted himself to lean against the nearest console, "First Crewman, you don't have to pull out isolinear chips to reroute power, just simply by pass the unit like this," he nodded for the Andorian to come over and watch, "Be careful to monitor your power intake, but seeing as a vast majority of the ships power seems to be flowing freely without anywhere to go, we simply manipulate it to our needs. You will reroute the power through the auxiliary conduits and switch those auxiliary into primary temporarily to handle the power flow as well. Once this is achieved you can then begin to route power to the field emitters, and if my calculations are correct, not only did I bring the field emitter back online to full power, but I just intensified the field by around thirty percent. Next time Crewman you want to start messing with power, notify me."
Cyrin stated. "Now if you think you can handle that, I would suggest you go and reinforce the other field emitters. I will monitor the power flow as best I can." He looked to Marcello, "And you, stay with me. I may need you to keep me up-" He wasn't able to get the last word out when a fresh set of pain attacked him. Clenching his teeth he slid to the floor near the pile of isolinear chips.
Shenn watched the Betazoid tumble to the floor and frowned. "What do you think I've been trying to do, Chief?"
Alright, so maybe this guy wasn't completely stupid. But not as smart as he thought he was, either.
"Look, I ain't got time to teach basic engineering but… ah to hell with it."
He slid an arm underneath the guy and hoisted him up, getting a good measure of blue blood on the pinkskin. Served him right.
"Look here." he pointed at the chips the kid had replaced and increased power flow with a pianist's ease, something that tended to surprise a lot of people considering Shenn's usually rough demeanor.
Almost as if on cue, the shattered bits began crackling and shooting sparks.
Alright, so maybe this guy wasn't completely stupid. But not as smart as he thought he was, either.
"Look, I ain't got time to teach basic engineering but… ah to hell with it."
He slid an arm underneath the guy and hoisted him up, getting a good measure of blue blood on the pinkskin. Served him right.
"Look here." he pointed at the chips the kid had replaced and increased power flow with a pianist's ease, something that tended to surprise a lot of people considering Shenn's usually rough demeanor.
Almost as if on cue, the shattered bits began crackling and shooting sparks.
[To be continued...]
Ensign Cyrin Dicari
Chief Operations Officer
&
Specialist Shenn
Basic Engineer's Mate
&
Marcello
Random Italian Engineer
USS Charon
(NPCs apb I-Chaya)
