USS ZHUKOV - Engineering
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				Title: <strong>USS ZHUKOV - Engineering</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>28-04-2013, 03:21:11</strong>
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				The engineering department has the enormous task of keeping the ship working; they are responsible for making repairs, fixing problems, and making sure that the ship is ready for anything.
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				Title: <strong>Re: US ZHUKOV - Engineering</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Graceful</strong> on <strong>28-04-2013, 04:18:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.majhost.com/gallery/MikoHannah/RPG/Rise/allyhawkeye.png)</div>&nbsp; <strong>Name:</strong> Ally Mikalovich<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong> Main Engineering<br>&nbsp; <strong>Time:</strong> Day 1<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tagging:</strong> Anyone (maybe Idria?)<br>&nbsp;<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.
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				Title: <strong>Re: US ZHUKOV - Engineering</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GloomCookie</strong> on <strong>28-04-2013, 08:21:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lm81vkrmYo1qk799co1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lieutenant Idria Koenig, Chief Engineer<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bridge<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1<br><br>&gt;&gt; Bridge &gt;&gt;<br><br>The turbolift doors opened and Idria arrived back in the Engineering room, only to be brushed aside by a pair of medical personnel as they rushed in with an anti-grav stretcher.&nbsp; Never a good sign, she decided to follow them as they set the stretcher on the floor beside an unconscious Bolian engineer.&nbsp; Carefully, they picked him up and moved him over onto the stretcher, securing him with a restraint field, and lifting it up to carry it towards medical.<br><br>With that out of the way, she noticed all eyes seemed to either be on her or a rather motor-mouthed girl talking a mile a minute.&nbsp; From the sight of her, and the fact the girl hadn't been here already and must have been a transfer, she knew instantly who she was.&nbsp; She'd been warned already by her previous superior.<br><br>"Warp Specialist Mikalovich.&nbsp; I must say that of all the first impressions I've ever received, yours is certainly unique," Idria said, stepping up and taking a good look at her.<br><br>"I can understand you're eager, Miss Mikalovich, but electrocuting one of my engineers isn't the best way to get started.&nbsp; So I would like you to explain, clearly and precisely, why I should let you remain in Engineering while I prepare this vessel to get underway."<br><br>The look on Idria's face was one of bemusement along with incredulity, having just seen one of her people carted off on a stretcher and this girl chatting away like it was nothing.&nbsp; Perhaps, to her, it truly was nothing, but Idria wasn't exactly happy about that prospect.&nbsp; To have an engineer willing to do a job was one thing, but to have one who went about doing it without regard for life and limb of fellow crewmates was irresponsible to a degree of almost criminal negligence.<br><br>Still, Idria was fair if anything, and would let the woman explain.&nbsp; If necessary, she could always call security and toss the nutty girl into the brig or even off the ship if needed.<br><br>== Tag Ally ==
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS ZHUKOV - Engineering</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Graceful</strong> on <strong>29-04-2013, 18:34:43</strong>
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				<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> Idria<br><br><hr><br>Halfway into an eloquently haphazard explanation of the precise reasoning behind why coconut perfume was far more potent an anti-histamine than nitrous oxide, Ally found herself cut off by the arrival of both several medical and her redheaded boss. Nice-looking woman, barging as she have been in with the standard&nbsp; boss fare. Creamy skin, rich red hair, pretty green eyes. Nice body shape too. Had to be carefully managed. Or did it? Wasn't sure of boss' species. Entirely possible that her slender frame was normal without any special care. Lucky.<br><br>But electrocuting? Good heavens. "Oh, he didn't get hit by the big electrical arc!", Ally replied to Idria with a cheery smile, "Just fainted when it went near him. Entirely understandable, really. Blood pressure wasn't very high, clearly. Happens on the duller ships, adrenaline never gets to pump, blood gets thinned. Reminds you why some stress is good sometimes." <br><br>Utterly oblivious to the gravity of having sent a crewmate to sickbay, the young lady continued blathering on. "Makes you worry about crewmates sometimes, though. Think maybe they're not just pale but also sick." Her face dropped a bit as she noticed Idria wasn't exactly the most tanned woman in the galaxy. "You're not feeling light-headed? Look a little pale. Maybe just lighting though. Plays tricks on you sometimes. Best to make sure through non-visual means."<br><br>Utterly fearless (though said fearlessness came more from naïveté than true courage), Ally slow raised one hand up and placed it against the silky-smooth skin of Idria's forehead. Though the delectably pleasant creaminess that greet the engineer's delicate little hand was very much noted, her primary concern was with how warm her boss' face seemed to be. A curious expression dotted her small face as she took in every detail that crossed from the lieutenant's alabaster skin and into her half-feeling, half-semi-sorta-kinda-massaging extremity. <br><br>"Temperature seems alright. Could do a proper scan? More detailed results with that. Details are always nice."
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS ZHUKOV - Engineering</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GloomCookie</strong> on <strong>29-04-2013, 18:51:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lm81vkrmYo1qk799co1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lieutenant Idria Koenig, Chief Engineer<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bridge<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1<br><br>The arm placed upon Idria's forehead suddenly found itself locked in an almost vice-like grip as the Chief Engineer, who is stronger than she looks, pulled the arm away.&nbsp; Her expression was one that did not leave any room for confusion that she was very much annoyed, but not angry.&nbsp; "Miss Mikalovich.&nbsp; I am sure you are a very dedicated engineering officer, and I am sure you are very intelligent.&nbsp; However, you are also a member of Starfleet, and you will therefor show more restraint."<br><br>Letting go of the woman's wrist, she stepped back and straightened her uniform, then said, "Now.&nbsp; You are to report to sickbay for two reasons.&nbsp; One, you will apologize to the young man you put in there when he recovers.&nbsp; Second, you will receive a mild sedative to slow you down before you put anyone else in sickbay.&nbsp; I will be confirming with the doctor that you arrived, and if necessary, I will have security escort you there.&nbsp; Do I make myself clear?"
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