<div class="floatleft">(http://www.majhost.com/gallery/MikoHannah/RPG/Rise/allyhawkeye.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Ally Mikalovich<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Main Engineering<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Day 1<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Anyone (maybe Idria?)<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>"Matter-Antimatter ratio's been off a thousandath of a percent lately," a young bolian male explained as he slid down a ladder. "Nothing that's gonna blow us all up, but inaccuracies hardly look good on a weekly report."<br/><br/>The bright-faced woman following right on his heels-head given their downward travel?-nodded along rapidly as she slid right down after him. Both large brown eyes seemed to glow in concert with the light blue lights running up and down the robotic limb attached to where her left arm once was. "Easy fix," she responded with an incongruent level of excitement for such a menial task, "Two minutes tops. One minute. Okay, maybe one and a half."<br/><br/>The bolian merely raised an eyebrow as the hasbrained bottle of strange that was Ally Mikalovich half-strode, half-merrily-skipped over to the Ratio Control Console. "Could do it in ten seconds with neural-digital direct interface. Wouldn't be too hard. Been done with prosthetics for centuries, translation of nerve impulses to digital signals is mastered down pat."<br/><br/>Both hands began flying across the console, adjusting settings and making tweaks far faster than her compatriot could hope to keep pace with. "Just need to translate to higher programmed functions," she continued rambling on, "Not too hard. Tedious maybe. Side project. So many side projects to do. No time to get any done. Done!"<br/><br/>With one final tapped-in command she stepped away. "Fixed now. Was actually inaccurate two decimal places past where you thought. Fixed that too." One finger shot up to indicate she wasn't done. "However! Other problems, noticed earlier. Hadn't been able to fix yet. Four picoamp output drop on one of the EPS conduit. Simple problem, should be able to fix easy. Just had to help you with this first."<br/><br/>In an instant she was sauntering off to the nearest ladder, leaving the somewhat stunned Bolian with few better choices than to follow the appearantly bright, if rather.... offbeat engineer to wherever she planned to go next. "Um... thanks for fixing the Ratio," he spoke up with the tiniest bit of hesitation, "But, uh, our test equipment doesn't measure down to picoamps."<br/><br/>"I know, isn't that weird?" The fact hardly seemed to phase her as she scrambled a good ten meters in seconds. "Always kept one around that does on my belt though. Or used to anyway, got it in the arm now." Said mechanical limb was promptly being used to remove a nearby grating and access a still-active EPS line.<br/><br/>"Soooooo useful, really," Ally kept it up as she examined the conduit, "Got all sorts of measurement tool and computer applications in it. Strong too. And durable. And kind of pretty. Toss me a toolkit please."<br/><br/>The merely shrugged and complied, hefting a box up to Mikalovich as it became clear her ranting needed new brakes. And maybe a manual transmission to slow crap down a little. "Thanks. Need to find a way to carry a toolkit around in the arm. Holographic tools I'm thinking. Gonna need to build a mobile emitter first though. Power shouldn't be an issue at least, simple micofusion generator is all you need."<br/><br/>Though her fellow engineer couldn't exactly get a good view of what precisely Ally was doing up there, the massive arc of electricity that suddenly shot out from a rod extending from her robotic limb and right at the floor near his feet certainly hinted that she was doing something outside regulation. Not even lethal voltage screaming across the air could cease the engineer's prattering, however.<br/><br/>"Hard part is finding emitters on a small enough scale," she continued without so much as responding to the other engineers now scrambling to stop the deadly blue arc racing between her arm and the floor. "Maybe build a custom one. Plating-shaped case to go on the arm. Would need schematics first though, something to reverse-engineer." Her head snapped around to offer the first shout to an extremely wonrried main engineering team down below since the display had begun. "Watch your heads for a sec, everyone!"<br/><br/>With that the lights momentarily shut off across the entire deck, every room and corridor reduced to pitch blackness before the lighting came back strong as ever. The arc had ceased to be a danger to life and limb-well, not so much to certain limbs-as she ran a quick measurement to confirm that all was in order before replacing the grate and hopping back down to the main floor.<br/><br/>"All fi-"<br/><br/>Her sentence was cut off by the sight of her fellow engineer passed out on the floor next to her feet. Too much excitement for him. Maybe he wasn't eating enough either. Damn shame. Well, wasn't his fault, was it? Should have warned about the arc. Darn things popped up a lot wherever she went. Far far too common. A mental note was made in Ally's hashbrained head as she scooped confirmed the bolian still had a pulse to let people know about that tendency of the universe.<br/><br/>"Can't fix bodies, sorry," Ally cheerily informed the blacked-out bolian as nobody could muster the courage to do more than call up medical. "That's what doctors are for. Doctors are great. Back on Betazed, we had this one doctor, well he was a doctor of astronomy, but anyway..."<br/><br/>Being out like a light saved him from listening to another rant.