USS McNair - Chief Engineer's Quarters [archive]
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				Title: <strong>USS McNair - Chief Engineer's Quarters [archive]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>16-09-2010, 04:05:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd225/ancientaction/defiant-quarters.jpg)</div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Chief of Engineering</span></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">Duncan "Dun" McGalleon</span></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Quarters located opposite main engineering behind the array</strong></div><br>Nothing says utility to our Chief Gear-head like a spartan and foo foo less rooming arrangement.&nbsp; When and If he ever needs anything, its just a deck or two away.&nbsp; Unlike the standard quarters suggested, his room has but one bunk and a sonic shower and sanitation unit to the back of the room.&nbsp; Also, due to a lack of space where he asked the designers to place his room, it is narrower by a third of the listed photograph.&nbsp; His Gaelic heritage is displayed proudly in the form of a lasergraph of the Moorish highlands of his home.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Chief Engineer's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 04:45:47</strong>
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				Dun smiled and whistled a Gaelic frolic he knew as he entered his quarters and headed straight for the sink.&nbsp; He had not expected to be offered a drink so he had to make sure it was clear to all that he was not a lush or an alcoholic.<br><br>Diligently, he brushed his teeth and gargled some concoction that was supposed to bind to his cells and give him a breath of invigorating fresh air as he breathed out sandalwood.&nbsp; Yeah, yeah...&nbsp; Dont ask, but he liked it.&nbsp; It was refreshing.<br><br>He then sat down to his computer and looked at the schedule and started planing out the last of the major hurdles he had to go through power mating wise so he had but one crucial task a day and all the rest of it.&nbsp; Hours passed before he realized it, the rest of the day was gone and he was famished.&nbsp; The lunch he ate was gone, it seemed and his body wanted more nourishment.&nbsp; With a pad on his hip and a roll of his eyes, he made his way back towards food and the lounge newly fixed.&nbsp; Maybe he could find someone to cook for, and hopefully not an entire crowd...&nbsp; Yeah, that was a great idea, that and an Oatmeal Stout...<br><br>Stepping into the sonic unit, he power scrubbed the grime from his body and donned a fresh pair of utilities and headed to the lounge where he knew he could cook up a pot of chili and have the people a runin'
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