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Posted on 12 Nov 2020 @ 10:16pm by Commander Calliope Zahn & Lieutenant Commander Lance Quinn (*) & Master Chief Petty Officer Saoirse Barmeadow
Edited on on 13 Nov 2020 @ 10:37am
Mission:
M1 - Emergence
Location: Chief Engineer's Office
Timeline: MD05 - 1121HRS
1212 words - 2.4 OF Standard Post Measure
For the first time in 48 hours, Lancelot had his feet up. It was only a ten-minute respite, but most of the hard work had been done already; teams had made acceptable progress towards bringing the reactors to a pre-ignition state. Glancing at his new working partner, whom he had to remind himself only existed in holographic form, he nodded slowly.
"Well, given the supplies we had to hand and the state of the engineering staff on duty, I think we might be able to power a couple of toasters by the end of tomorrow," he remarked dryly. He motioned to a PADD he'd set-aside. "Just about every plasma flow regulator on the station has been stripped and rebuilt. Do you know how many plasma flow regulators are needed on just one Starfleet-standard fusion reactor?"
"Aside from you, I'm probably the only person that does," Saoirse chuckled. "I probably replaced half of them, and the great majority of the bio-neural gelpacks. I've probably changed more of those in the last few days than I have in all my years in Starfleet," she added with a smirk. "There should be a medal for that. Something to commemorate the occasion," she grinned. She contemplated having a seat herself and putting her feet up but she had the luxury of being off world, and holographically present which meant that there was a point in the day where she had to return to the land of the living on her side. She got to have a good nights rest, and a quiet meal with her family, things Lieutenant Commander Quinn didn't readily have. At least not yet. Very soon, they'd have that settled. "We should have the plasma vents sealed within the hour, assuming no one loses mag-cohesion in their EVA suits and goes free floating through the docking bay," she chuckled, "Wes should be able to do a stability test after that and confirm that the regulators and the vents are in working order before we move on."
A ping went off on Lance's messages with a text message that read, --Zahn: Stopping by in a few. Are you going to be in the office?--
Lance glanced at the message. "Perfect timing," he remarked. "We should compile that list of missing parts we require from the surface. Perhaps a dozen more flow regulators wouldn't go amiss, hmm?"
The Chief nodded quickly in agreement. "A half dozen containers of triaxial lubricant would go a long way in fitting the flow regulators," she said, wagging a finger at him thoughtfully, and continuing, "A crate of rotator couplings for the power junctions, some quarter round paneling as well. Maybe twelve pieces?" Saoirse began rattling off, "Small case of self-sealing stem bolts... oh, and a pair of plasma inverters for the tertiary core."
"Naturally," Lance agreed with a nod. "Some duranium-alloy plating for the reactor cores. Some replacement coolant valves would compliment those inverters nicely." He peered up as his wife arrived on the scene. "We might have to write this down," he realised.
"What are we writing down?" Calliope put a wrapped sandwich in his hands, 'tuna' written on the wrapper and then produced the padd she always had under her elbow, poised to catch everything they had in mind.
"Ah! Perfect!" Lance waved the sandwich, not giving her any indication of whether he was referring to her timing or her choice of food delivery. "I was just remarking to the Chief here that we're ready for our logistics manager to make good on the promises of supplies."
As Lance and Saiorse repeated their parts list, Calliope used a mode on her device to let audio capture to text and cross reference with parts listings. While they spoke she reviewed matching inventories from the docked ships and the in-process inventory going on all around the station itself. Visually, her pad became crowded with the information so she motioned for the holo display to project upward.
"I think that's everything," Lance finally explained, unwrapping the sandwich and taking a quick bite. "Mph-thing, Chief?" he munched.
"Oh, I've no doubt my list will triple once we bring the cores online fully. But for now, that's everything," she smiled, "Just promise me you'll spend a few hours in the holodeck somewhere tropical, with a hot tub, once the power's restored?" she ordered playfully, "You need it."
Lance nodded thoughtfully. "Quite. Well, nobody will be having a hot anything if we don't get these parts," he said, diverting the conversation back to Calliope. "How long will that be?"
Calliope looked at Lance who had deflected Barmeadow's suggestion back to present realities, and then her eyes went back to her supply lists and requisitions updates. A sigh escaped her. Many of their liaisons had been vacations. Now that they lived together, she didn't exactly want a fantasy escape so much as to make a home. "Maybe as soon as 2000 hrs tonight. I can get half of this list shuttled over from the existing parts storage of ships on patrol in system right now. I'm going to Obsidian just a few hours from now, partly to oversee fabrication. I can get the duranium plating, paneling, and inverters done there, seeing as the Science outpost has an industrial replicator, and have it shipped up by this evening. There's a freighter, the SS Appalachian. A few days ago I asked Starfleet to buyout the receiver's order, lock stock and barrel, and redirect the shipment here. Ridiculous fees and overages, but since time is sweeter than credits right now, the fleet cut the check. I won't be here to meet them this afternoon, though." She looked at Lance, "They have the couplings you need in the manifest. Do you think you'll have the time to go onboard and select the inventory yourself? Otherwise I can look in on it tonight for you."
Lance rubbed his tired eyes. "If the XO gives the Chief Engineer permission for a couple of hours sleep, then I can certainly handle it," he replied.
"Permission granted," she said with a silly flourish of a hand.
"You should...make sure you get some rest of your own." He added the last part a little awkwardly; he obviously wanted to make sure she was looking after herself, but was not really wanting to make a thing of it in front of anyone else.
"Psh. I can push through two more nights on half sleep. We'll all rest easier when we cycle the reactors back to full power and can be more sure of our defensive capacities. The sooner the better." She rubbed the back of her neck with a little stretch. "Alright, so you'll handle receiving the Appalachian, and I'll be planetside. Message me if either of you think of anything else you need, I'll add it to the order. If there's nothing else for now?"
"It's all bout what we can get done now," Saoirse shrugged.
"Then keep working your magic here." With a nod, Calliope headed out back through Main Engineering, striding like a woman on a mission as she avoided her usual interest in meeting personnel and making conversation, instead cutting a bee-line for the turbolift.
"Right. Shall we get to it then?" Barmeadow smirked.
