[USS Charon, Main Sickbay]
"I don't remove them bits here and there," he pointed "We're going to have a nice series of short circuits on our hands and if you think we're screwed now… anyways, it's a matter of knowing which of the babies still carry residual charge, alright? Now stop talkin' to me like I'm an idiot or I'll send you go play somewhere else. Sir."
He nudged the Betazoid into Marcello's waiting arms and the Italian dutifully hoisted the young man back to his feet.
He nudged the Betazoid into Marcello's waiting arms and the Italian dutifully hoisted the young man back to his feet.
"Now if you'll please be a good Chief Ops, hobble away and see that this mess doesn't blow up in our faces by staying on top of the power flow over there." Shenn waved to the secondary access panel, but then his antennae twitched. The floor was shuddering with the impact of boots that were SO not Starfleet.
"DOWN you idiots. ALL of you!" He yelled, just as the damned doors without thrice cursed force fields slid open and revealed two dark shapes, outlined by the red lights in the corridor. Snatching the phaser from Marcello's unresisting hands, the tall Andorian threw himself forward and fired.
"DOWN you idiots. ALL of you!" He yelled, just as the damned doors without thrice cursed force fields slid open and revealed two dark shapes, outlined by the red lights in the corridor. Snatching the phaser from Marcello's unresisting hands, the tall Andorian threw himself forward and fired.
Cyrin was about to say something when Marcello flung him to the ground, he hollered in pain from the collision. Not to mention he was pretty useless right now and very vulnerable. Looking to the Andorian, he watched as the phaser erupted like lightening.
Flinging Andorian curses in the direction of the two uninvited Gai'Shian wanting to bust their little engineering/ops party in here, Shenn watched the first of them flung back into the corridor with a very nice big hole in her chest. The guy on the other hand was sneering and stormed forward, firing a green blast of energy right into the carpet where the Andorian's blue bloodstains indicated he had been just a second earlier.
This was going to get messy.
This was going to get messy.
It was at that moment, perhaps fate, or just pure dumb luck that the turbo lift doors opened. Inside was the mangled surgeon- his body was drenched in blood- his own or some other, it would have been difficult for any person to distinguish for his own injuries were quite severe.
Where his mechanical leg had been only a melted thorny stub remained. He limped, or more properly hopped on one leg. His hands sliding across the corridor wall as he went leaving a long streaking handprint inked in blood.
Where his mechanical leg had been only a melted thorny stub remained. He limped, or more properly hopped on one leg. His hands sliding across the corridor wall as he went leaving a long streaking handprint inked in blood.
When he reached the entrance to sickbay he noticed the nuisance, however, being tired and hungry he had little interest in dealing with said nuisance. While it was busy trying to kill a blue bug Aehlen casually hopped up behind the Gai'Shian, twisted around using the wall to support him, and sent his thorny stub through the guy's back. The Gai'Shian grunted and followed it with short gurgling. Aehlen lowered his leg allowing the corpse to slide off. He peered into the disheveled medical bay "I will be unable to treat the injured." He stated in a deadpanned tone and hopped his way to the surgeons office, his motions casual, as if nothing had happened.
"Nice going there, mister,.. uh.. funny one legged doctor?" Shenn looked after the … man .. hopping away in the most casual manner anyone looking like THAT could possibly hop, and his mouth shut with a snap.
"I'll be damned."
He shook his head, antennae twitching with suppressed laughter and rolled over on his … two, thee broken ribs, yea, sounded about right, to check how Marcello and the kid were doing. Pale but alive. Small blessings.
"I'll be damned."
He shook his head, antennae twitching with suppressed laughter and rolled over on his … two, thee broken ribs, yea, sounded about right, to check how Marcello and the kid were doing. Pale but alive. Small blessings.
"As I was saying before we were so rudely interrupted… you two, console please. I'll just crawl over to the conduit and see about not blowing us all to hell. Sound good?"
Cyrin opened his eyes, every part of his body felt like someone had sent it through shock therapy. He tried to get up using his one good arm, but failed at it. It just hurt way to damned much. This was not good, not good at all. Where had he gone wrong, the field emitters should have prevented this. He failed, for probably the first time in his life he failed at something that came so naturally to him. "What in four deities did I do wrong?" he asked himself, while simultaneously cursing himself.
"Ah, andiamo signore." Marcello said kindly after shaking his head in complete bewilderment. A man even more strange than Shenn? Incredibile.
The Italian hoisted the young ops officer to his feet and steered him towards the console, letting the poor battered man lean against him. It looked rather comical, Marcello thought, like the blind leading the deaf … or … yea. Anyways.
"Ecco." he pointed at the readouts, hoping they would make more sense to the Betazoid than they did to him, and from his position on the floor, Shenn nodded.
The Italian hoisted the young ops officer to his feet and steered him towards the console, letting the poor battered man lean against him. It looked rather comical, Marcello thought, like the blind leading the deaf … or … yea. Anyways.
"Ecco." he pointed at the readouts, hoping they would make more sense to the Betazoid than they did to him, and from his position on the floor, Shenn nodded.
Cyrin hated feeling useless, utterly useless. With his one good arm he tapped in a few commands and got a read out on the power levels throughout the ship.
This was not good, if someone didn't start shutting down systems…the risk over an overload would only increase in probability. He tapped a few commands in, trying to contain the power overloads that were happening all over the ship, but he couldn't access everything he needed.
These medical consoles were not designed for Operations…period. "Crewman," he called weakly to Shenn, "be careful with whatever it is you are doing. There is a lot of uncontained power on the ship right now."
This was not good, if someone didn't start shutting down systems…the risk over an overload would only increase in probability. He tapped a few commands in, trying to contain the power overloads that were happening all over the ship, but he couldn't access everything he needed.
These medical consoles were not designed for Operations…period. "Crewman," he called weakly to Shenn, "be careful with whatever it is you are doing. There is a lot of uncontained power on the ship right now."
"Tell me about it." the Andorian grumbled quietly, but only barked a "Gotcha." in the officer's direction.
One last chip that looked on the brink of erupting in a shower of sparks was removed by blue fingers, and finally the engineer gave a satisfied huff.
"Go for it, kid. Sir. Whatever."
Shenn picked himself off the floor and limped towards the emitters, checking them for any sign of damage. If there was only the slightest crack, they might not be handle the power fluctuations, let alone any spikes.
Looking good so far…
One last chip that looked on the brink of erupting in a shower of sparks was removed by blue fingers, and finally the engineer gave a satisfied huff.
"Go for it, kid. Sir. Whatever."
Shenn picked himself off the floor and limped towards the emitters, checking them for any sign of damage. If there was only the slightest crack, they might not be handle the power fluctuations, let alone any spikes.
Looking good so far…
Cyrin began to slowly reroute power to the field emitters…for the second time. He had set the power to come in at point five percent per every fifteen seconds, but apparently that was to much as the conduit began to emit smoke. "Reducing power intake to point one percent every twenty seconds," he stated but the smoke continued to barrel out. He sighed and stopped the power flow all together. "Crewman…" he said giving the Andorian a 'What did you do?' look.
"Yea, that was bound to happen. Hoped it would not." Shenn snorted with annoyance and then looked at the phaser that was still in his hand. He changed the setting to minimum, narrowed the beam and squinted at the open conduit.
"Last shot, also known as desperate measures. Look out now."
A tightly focused beam hit the open conduit, and several chips along with a few isolinear circuits melted into a smoldering length of highly conductive material. This would be such a pain to fix. But it was the only way the power flow wouldn't blow out the entire section.
Unless he had miscalculated.
Shenn limped closer and prodded the brand new power conduit with a blue finger. Although it was cooling rapidly, he still felt a bit of a burning sensation and frowned.
Nope. Lookin' good.
"Alright, Ops Chief, hit it."
"Last shot, also known as desperate measures. Look out now."
A tightly focused beam hit the open conduit, and several chips along with a few isolinear circuits melted into a smoldering length of highly conductive material. This would be such a pain to fix. But it was the only way the power flow wouldn't blow out the entire section.
Unless he had miscalculated.
Shenn limped closer and prodded the brand new power conduit with a blue finger. Although it was cooling rapidly, he still felt a bit of a burning sensation and frowned.
Nope. Lookin' good.
"Alright, Ops Chief, hit it."
Cyrin sighed inaudibly at the Crewman's actions and begin to reinstate the power intake. "Point one percent every twenty seconds," he stated watching everything. So far so good…he increased it slowly over the next few minutes and nothing happened. "Field Emitters should be at full capacity and then some in less than ten seconds." He stated as the console beeped indicating the transfer was complete. "Field emitters are back online with a thirty percent increased resilience."
"Told ya." Shenn smirked before collapsing onto the floor.
Marcello sighed, it was one of those days when you needed five sets of hands, apparently.
"Mille grazie Signore." he said to the Betazoid still leaning heavily against him and then hauled the poor man onto the next available biobed.
"Now, I shall find you a dottore and then I will find my wife before she makes molto trouble, eh?"
He grabbed the semi-conscious Shenn by the collar of his uniform and pulled him towards a nurse, who merely shook her head with exasperation.
Once Marcello was sure that the good Andorian was being looked after, he gave a cheerful wave and set out towards the nearest Jeffery's tube to find his beloved. Hopefully she had not been anywhere near cutlery or other kitchen items when the Romulans showed up. The results would not be pretty.
Marcello sighed, it was one of those days when you needed five sets of hands, apparently.
"Mille grazie Signore." he said to the Betazoid still leaning heavily against him and then hauled the poor man onto the next available biobed.
"Now, I shall find you a dottore and then I will find my wife before she makes molto trouble, eh?"
He grabbed the semi-conscious Shenn by the collar of his uniform and pulled him towards a nurse, who merely shook her head with exasperation.
Once Marcello was sure that the good Andorian was being looked after, he gave a cheerful wave and set out towards the nearest Jeffery's tube to find his beloved. Hopefully she had not been anywhere near cutlery or other kitchen items when the Romulans showed up. The results would not be pretty.
[End Log]
Ensign Cyrin Dicari
Chief Operations Officer
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Arrain Aehlen tr'Kethry
Surgeon
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Specialist Shenn
Basic Engineer's Mate
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Marcello
Random Italian Engineer
USS Charon
(NPCs apb I-Chaya)
