<<Taking place around the first week of Charon's arrival at I'Rak Prime>>
[USS Charon, Deck Five]
Passing some engineers with toolkits in their hands, Sakarra gave brief nods of greeting and then looked at her PADD again. Most inconvenient that Alice should be undergoing a repair routine the very hour these abnormal readings had begun showing up on the internal sensors.
With so many Galae personnel on board aiding in repairs, Security was stretched to the limit as it was, but one might safely assume Commander Marcus would indulge the young Vulcan and dispatch an officer to the source of this … oddity.
She was not quite certain what to make of it, only that there were consistent fluctuations in the power intake of the impulse engines, and several attempts to access restricted data from a computer panel near the IPS command coordinator. Most unsettling, it had been some of the young woman's own files that apparently were the source of someone's interest.
Striding through a doorway, she immediately noticed an open access hatch and quirked a brow.
"Hm."
The PADD was swiftly deposited in her uniform jacket and Sakarra decided to get to the bottom of this matter this very instant. The security officer would certainly follow in due time.
After merely 18.8 meters in the crawlway, the young Vulcan heard the distinct sound of colorful metaphors being employed and the brow rose again by a considerable margin. Not what one would expect from a person attempting to operate covertly, however the curses were without doubt Rihannsu. And quite colorful indeed.
She traversed 31.2 more meters and at last her head emerged from another hatch to look into a small computer access room. Tilting her head upwards and to the side a little, she realized the crouched figure in front of an open panel was indeed of the Galae, and from the looks of him he was exceedingly displeased about something.
"May I inquire as to what you are doing here?"
The young Romulan male was crouched in front of the panel muttering outloud as he attempted to correct the very interesting problem that had occurred while his crew began to fix this pathetic excuse for a vessel. It defiantly wasn't something he felt comfortable doing, after all the Federation were their enemies no matter how much you sugar coated the situation. He was very intent on trying to decrypt the Vulcan security profile he had inadvertently come across on the modified Impulse engines. As he placed his spanner into the circuit he flew back against the other side of the hall shocked. "imirrhlhhse!!!" he called out just as the Vulcan moved up.
The Romulan turned toward the woman and raised an eyebrow at her. Great just what he needed one of their meddlesome cousins. "Trying to get this ryak'na khina operational." he said as he shook his hand back to life looking at the Vulcan. Was it a coincidence that a Vulcan would come to visit him here just as he started to hack into these files that were locking out the Impulse Engine's new statistics? He doubted it greatly.
"I assume you are referring to the engines? And I should thank you for not using such language when speaking of Charon."
The raven haired young woman elegantly moved out of the hatch and brushed off her uniform, tilting her head at the irritable engineer.
"You are aware your efforts have caused some malfunctions in other parts of the ship, as well as alerted me to an attempted unauthorized access to my personal files, yes?"
It was completely uncalled for of course, but she could not suppress a small surge of humor flickering in her jet-black eyes when she noted he had been repaid with quite a shock for not only his insults to the ship, but his less than tender approach to repairing her.
The Romulan scowled at the woman as he noticed the humor in her eyes but he remained completely unreadable as only a Romulan could. He had thought he disabled the cursed alarm system but apparently the Charon was a little more complicated then he thought. "I wasn't aware of any access to files being done. I am just trying to get this strange merging of technology to cooperate. It would seem someone made an attempt to merge Vulcan power sources to this Federation engine." he said to her as if explaining. When he mentioned the attempt it was like he wanted to say more.. inept was a word that lingered unspoken.
"As for malfunctions to other parts of your vessel I don't see how you can blame my efforts. After all this ship is barely still together and malfunctions are likely common placed." said the Galae engineering gruffly. He was attempting to shoo the troublesome Vulcan away so he could continue trying to break into the file that had caught his eye.
"Indeed."
Ignoring the displeased look in the young man's face, Sakarra moved towards the computer display. Ah, it seemed the engineers had been forced to improvise when adapting the Lanka-Gar protocol to Charon's engines. That would of course explain the man's frustration. However…
"While your efforts are certainly appreciated, it would seem to me you have misunderstood the purpose of this modification."
His eyes narrowed even more, now the Vulcan was telling him he didn't know how to do his job? Such arrogance these creatures had."And would you care to enlighten me as to the nature of my misunderstanding. "He tried to keep the anger and sarcasm out of his voice. Being in the small corridor with the Federation office was of course grating on his nerves. Not only because he loathed them, but also because she was keeping him from cracking the file.
"I would." Sakarra nodded gravely, tapping some commands into the console until the Federation script dissolved to be replaced by dark red letters which vaguely resembled musical keys and spun slowly on the screen's dark surface.
"The misunderstanding is twofold, engineer. For one, this modification was not designed for Federation vessels and the adaptation had to be improvised while the Charon was under attack. Therefore, it is incomplete at best. And secondly…" this time her dark eyes held no humor whatsoever "While I can comprehend you attempting to access the original file in order to correct this problem, it is usually considered polite to seek permission first."
The Galae officer couldn't help but smirk at that. "I didn't know my dour cousins were so easily offended, please allow me to rectify this unintentional slight." he said to her and turned toward her more fully. "Dear Vulcan cousin would you please be so kind as to give me access to the file so I can fix your graceful ship." he said to her voice oozing sarcasm. If it were up to him the Gai'Shian on board the station would have raided this place and took all of the federation officers prisoner and they could dismantle the Charon at their leisure.
Sakarra could not help but raise another brow at the … tone in the man's voice.
"I think not, engineer."
He seemed quite intent on ruffling her feathers, something the young Vulcan had experienced before in Charon's own Rihannsu crewmembers and she did not understand the reasoning behind such behavior. What she did comprehend was the insatiable curiosity he was exhibiting when it came to the file. Unfortunately, she would have to disappoint him.
A few softly spoken words in a dialect the universal translator refused to render caused the letters on the screen to dance in acknowledgement before several symbols began to blink questioningly.
"Tum-vel, snisha'uh kiht."
She held the engineer's displeased gaze as the red letters twirled one more time and then collapsed in on themselves.
His dark eyes narrowed even more to the point where they were merely dark pinhole burns in the tapestry of his face."What have you done Vulcan?" his voice was icy to say the least. "If you have just rendered the work I have been doing useless I will be most displeased. I am trying to fix your for wont of a better word..ship. If that file would help me undo this inept attempt of mergeing technolgy together and you shut it down I will make sure your counter productive efforts are brought to the attention of the Traitor you call a Captain."
Dylan grumbled and cursed at having to crawl through the cramped jeffries tube. He poked his head into the computer control room. "What get brought to who's attention? And whose bright idea was it to design a computer access in a hole? I knew there was a reason I didn't become an engineer."
[To be continued...]
Commander Dylan Marcus
Chief Security Officer
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Lt Cmdr Sakarra Tyrax
Chief Helm Officer
USS Charon
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Unhappy Galae engineer
(NPC apb KMcMasters)
