Talking about the ship was one thing he could do all day long and he had already done more than his fair share of gabbing today.  This would be short and sweet.  Duncan stood and hastily grinned before his face became strained and he gripped his chair back with white.<br/><br/>"As ya may have gathered, I am yer Chief Engineer, if anything is broke, just'n leave a message..."  He looked around the room and tried to will laughter, but it just wasn't his thing to be social.<br/><br/>"Right.  Someone somewhere thought I had a thing for power production and a teacher or two at de Academy recommended me fur the DaVinci's shakedown.  It was'n there I learned about Super Dense Dilithium.  The unpredictability an constant tweak'ns to keep de plasma mix justa right was just too much fun for me and I stayed on till she refitted four years ago.  Then Starfleet asked me to oversee the McNair's construction as'n overhaul of the Nova class.  Theys a liked me work on the DaVinci and figured I could mate de now doubled power of the Mcnair with de Gatekeeper.  The very precise power requirements and de sometimes dodgy output of the new intermix chamber requires a very close management."<br/><br/>Dun sighed and looked down at his hands before pulling his chair out and positioning himself to plop back down.  "They want me to protect their investment into this tech...  I will do me's best, I guarantees that, ya has my word, Capt'n."<br/><br/>He nodded back to the head of the table and sat with a loud letting out of breath.