<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/db/Andoran_Female_portrait_150x200.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Chief Petty Officer Par (http://elliquiy.com/wiki/KalinaPar_zh%27Yor)<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Engineering station one then the main power bus housing, and after, leaving the bridge.<br/><br/><strong>Time:</strong>Mid Morning<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Ensign Maira Snowpaw, Captain Lyra Core, Open to bridge officers & crew.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Par looked up suddenly as the Captain spoke to her with that odd inflection that Vulcans sometimes used. She managed to keep her antenae still but could not quite stop her face from turning a slightly deeper shade of blue. Hopefully the Captain would think i was due to the way she had been chatting up the helm officer and nothing more.<br/><br/>"Uh, power surge, ma'am. I'm tracing the cause now... I felt it was more important to replace the relay that find the cause". Oh great, now she would have to manufacture a reason for a power surge - other than herself deliberately creating one.<br/><br/>Wait... There! Hah! there was actually a power bus connection that was loose. It probably wouldn't have caused the power surge in<em>quite</em>that way, necessarily, but it<em>could</em>have. And that was what mattered. "Ah, found it, Ma'am. There's a loose connection to the bridge power bus. I've isolated it, but fixing it is going to take a while. I can do it, but that will leave the station unmanned".<br/><br/>Of course there was one logical answer. She contacted her relief. "Bridge to Ensign Farlow, please  report early for your watch?"<br/><br/>The Ensign acknowledged and a few moments later the turbolift hissed open and the young human stepped out to take Par's place at the engineering station. Par nodded thanks. "I'll do the same for you", she grinned and moved to the power bus housing.<br/><br/>The next half hour she spent doing things the old fashioned way with a ratchet. The electricity flowing through the nearby connectors made her hair stand on end, but she put up with it. Funny, she mused, how her little stunt had actually lead to her finding a genuine problem that, while not yet serious, could, in combat, cause a major problem if not fixed. If she hadn't been searching for something that<em>might</em>have caused a power surge, she would never have spotted that tiny fluctuation.<br/><br/>So it was all good. For the cost in energy required to replicate one small power relay (and the cost in energy to cause it to blow, of course) she had found and fixed something that had gone unnoticed and yet could have endangered the ship!<br/><br/>The blue skinned woman tightened the last lug and sat back, satisfied. "Right, you are, sir", she addressed the ensign, "route the power back through the main helm bus." The ensign did as she asked, and the small green light came on. "Good. Sorted". She put the panel back in place and stood, wiping her grease covered hands on her black pants. She checked the time. She was already off watch, "Right, formal hand over time", she nodded and went through what had, until about an hour ago, been an uneventful watch. That done she saluted the Captain and headed for the turbolift, making her way to her quarters, and thence to Ten Forward (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=192025.msg9362166#msg9362166).