[USS Charon Sensor Pod Deck B - 2 weeks into repairs]
Setting down the last of the calibration tools next to the console Thomas was now satisfied he had most of what he required. Walking over to the closest panel he gave it a light tap. Behind laid a portion of the lateral sensors. Running his hands through his ginger hair he knew the next words that he was going to mutter were ones he wasn't particularly looking forward too.
"Computer perform level 1 diagnostic on lateral sensor array." He spoke aloud well with the knowledge that he now knew what he was doing going to probably going to occupy the next seven to eight hours of his life. Fortunately he was in the company of six other science personal in addition to a couple of NCO's from operations to make sure they didn't break anything too significant with their recalibration work.
Moving back to the console it was already displaying requests for confirmation regarding certain components, letting the list grow a little bigger he took a couple of small PADD's assigning them to different people before he began shifting the tasks to the PADD's for those individuals to complete.
Sitting back at the console Thomas kept an eye on the diagnostics progress and continuing to assign individual tasks to those assisting him. Another PADD in his hand with all the previous calibrations to cross reference, it was defiantly going to be a long shift and with that droll thought he took another swallow of his coffee.
=/\= 7 Hours and 9 coffee's later =/\=
Good time had been made on the diagnostic, everything had gone to schedule and he was oh so confident that everyone onboard was going to sleep all the better now that he was absolutely certain that there was indeed nothing wrong with this sensor's calibration.
Between assigning tasks the Ensign had taken to checking what was still present within the sensors buffers, after confirming the information had been transferred to the data banks he had taking to purging the stray information. It was an unnecessary task as the automated systems would perform the exact same procedure as required, however it was more about helping to pass the time than a matter of requirement.
Most of the information that existed was over the last three months of travel if anything of interest cropped up he would have a look over more of the information that was available in the databanks. However his latest discovery while not some hidden gem of information was one that perked his interest. No, not his interest his memory.
The information was sensor log data of a metallic object approximately the dimensions of a large probe or torpedo, launched from a Romulan vessel of unknown designation in orbit of ch'Dabhae. He sat looking at the block of data, there was a lot more information available regarding that event. Cold hard data that could really do with some in depth analysis. Once he confirmed that this information existed in the permanent files he cleared it from the buffer.
The backlogs of required manual checks had grown, moving them off to the others confirming the calibrations he went back to his thoughts. He would require Lieutenant Doyle's approval as there would need to commit some serious time to an investigation. Once he was done here he might see if he could track the man down and see if he could gain permission to proceed with such an investigation. Looking at his coffee mug he realized that he had a much more immediate problem as he stood up and made for the replicator to get another cup of coffee.
[End]
Ensign Thomas Clipper
Assistant Science Officer
USS Charon
