<strong>=/ Copy that, Tactical, running diagnostics now. \=</strong><br/><br/>Dun's brow furrowed in concentration as he ran a level one diagnostic on the shield emitters.  They seemed to be in good working order and functioning as they should.<em>Lets bring the search backwards, then</em>he thought as he sent a command to re~engage the shields and watched the flow of his desires across the electrical pathways.<em>There,</em>he thought, his orders seemed to not be making it past engineering, they were lost in the ships systems as the the neural net of the ships computer seemed to think about his wishes before dismissing them out of hand.<em>That was odd...  time to re~enforce his authority and let the ship he really meant his commands to be obeyed.</em><br/><br/>"Computer, command authorization Gamma Three Kilo Six Kilo, immediate emergency activation of the phasic shielding to coincide with a level two diagnostic with audio analysis."  His eyes blurred a bit causing Dun to squint at his display resulting in an involuntary rubbing of his eyes which caused mild discomfort throughout his left arm and hand.<em>I need to sleep more and take care of my body,</em>Dun thought, as he winced.<br/><br/><em>"Emergency shield activation initiated,"</em>said the all too familiar feminine persona of the ships computer, except with a bit of an annoyed edge to it.  It almost sounded snobbish, but Dun knew that was not something that was built into the ships sub routines.  He watched as the ship surged energy to the shields with a snap that was not healthy considering the power<em>The McNair</em>had at its disposal.  with an air of aloof finality, the computer responded<em>"Shields are functioning within nominal parameters."</em><br/><br/>"Liara, did you notice anything odd about that exchange or am I just too sleep deprived to be thinking clearly?"  Dun turned to the young ensign with an all too aged and worn out look as he stifled a yawn.  "Perhaps we should head back to engineering and try and figure this one out from there."  Dun hit his com badge as he headed out of the lab towards his home in the belly of the ship.<br/><br/><strong>=/ Lt McGalleon to the Bridge, I have shields back up at full strength.  I am at a loss for the exact malfunction, but the computer relays seemed annoyed with the request, if thats even possible.  I will continue to keep you informed.  McGalleon out. \=</strong><br/><br/><strong>A slower and creakier looking version of the Lt moves from the lab back to engineering.</strong>