Re: USS McNair - Engineering [archive]
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Engineering [archive]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>16-09-2010, 06:43:31</strong>
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				The warp core pulsed rhythmically as the ship was being put through its final tests.&nbsp; The smell of new was fantastic and it fit the frame like a warm blanket, and Dun reveled in it.&nbsp; With white knuckles, he gripped the console before the barely contained matter/anitmatter reaction.<br><br>The power yield of the new dilithium matrix was a technical miracle.&nbsp; In years prior, a ship was considered to be well tuned when running in the 90 percentiles.&nbsp; Engineers made it their bragging rights just how much output they could squeeze out of the reaction chamber.&nbsp; Then came the SDD (super dense dilithium) and everything changed.&nbsp; Scientists were hoping to increase the size of reactors and volume of plasma for larger platforms, ie, larger ships with higher demands for energy.&nbsp; What they did not know was that the calculations had been all wrong.&nbsp; Instead of a standard worp core increasing its efficiency to closer to 100%, the numbers doubled, thus yielding upwards of 180+ percentiles point out of the same reactor.&nbsp; Out of reflex, the reaction was halted fearing an uncontrollable process and destruction of the experiment.&nbsp; The compilation of the raw data began.&nbsp; Every time they ran the numbers, they got the same results.&nbsp; Dilithium had been thought to yield xx% efficiently, but it was wrong and on a subatomic level.&nbsp; That was the guess of the scientists anyways.&nbsp; The reaction had such a phenomenal yield because it fused in the giga~microns first and cascaded exponentially as it continued to fuse into the macro molecular structure.&nbsp; Dun didn't know why it happened and he didn't care, that's why they went to school, so they could tell him what he was dealing with.<br><br>Then Starfleet put 1 and 2 together and offered Ensign McGalleon, with his exceptionally high marks in propulsion mechanics, a 5 year tour upon the Da Vinci, the first vessel in the fleet to field the drive discussed above.&nbsp; Then, Starfleet asked him to not only keep the ship running, but to keep it from blowing apart.&nbsp; 4 years later, he is taking what is a finely balanced system and trying to incorporate it into a vessel twice the size of the test craft along with trying to feed all the extra energy into systems that aren't used to the surplus.&nbsp; Fortunately, this had been done once before in the Defiant.&nbsp; Dun had read everything ever logged by O'Brien and his unsuspected companion Nog in their trials and errors aboard the legendary craft.&nbsp; If Dun hadn't had a model of success in the triumphant little vessel, he would not have thought this ship and its layout had been remotely feasible.<br><br>It was, however, a brilliant and reckless, spirited, if not dangerous death trap of a space craft.&nbsp; The whole of it oozed power and ferocity.&nbsp; This in of it self was amazing because its mission was one of discretion and frontier blazing, not warfare like its little cousin, the Defiant.&nbsp; There was such potential in the array and its design, something that had never been possible without power production so quick and ready.&nbsp; The doors that would be opened and the distances traveled by the McNair would eclipse all but the little Voyager that could, and soon enough, even that milestone would be surpassed.&nbsp; Dun vowed that there would be plenty o life left in her too to continue on.&nbsp; He would take her from the docks, kicking and screaming and ease her to bed when her final twilight fell.<br><br>With his broad and calloused hands rising to his brow line and wringing his hair upon his head, he figured he could get the phasers synced before he called it a night.&nbsp; Then he would work on the impulse drives...&nbsp; He grumbled as he turned and started barking orders to the technicians threatening that they would not be tasting supper if they did not move at the the speed with which he desired.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Engineering</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>05-10-2010, 09:21:05</strong>
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				There was so much to do before tomorrow and Dun really wanted to skip out on the social.&nbsp; It was looking like it would be an all nighter with or without the social event tonight.&nbsp; <em>Hmmmm...</em> he thought.&nbsp; <em>What can I get done before the social?</em>&nbsp; The interfaces were not completely chipped out and he had to make sure it was all ready to go for the diagnostic runs later that evening.<br><br>"ENSIGN!&nbsp; Get me the Crew Chief!&nbsp; I need to make sure all these diagnostics are ready to go and without a hitch, get to work on the optic chip layout, I want it double checked and triple checked!"<br><br>Yeah, it was going to be a long evening...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Engineering</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>24-10-2010, 14:41:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatright"><strong>Ensign Kroken Liara - Main Engineering </strong><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; (http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/200px-Sito.jpg)</div><br>Following the ceremony in the Cargo bay, Liara was anxious to get a look at the McNair's new engine design.&nbsp; She had heard many interesting things about it but had not had a chance to look at the schematics prior to graduation and her posting being issued.&nbsp; The newness of the ship impressed her as she stepped from the turbo lift onto the engineering deck.&nbsp; A few feet down the hall were the heavy double doors of the engine room.&nbsp; Parting to either side, the sound of the large servos needed to move the doors filled the air, exposing the vast open space of the engine room.&nbsp; The beautiful warp core stood proudly in the middle of the room.&nbsp; Liara walked around the outer edge of the core, admiring it's form and power.&nbsp; This core was much different, much smaller than any core she had experienced in her training.&nbsp; She was anxious to see what kind of power she could squeeze out of it.&nbsp; <br><br>Finding the propulsion console on the outer edge of the core, she logged in to the central computer system.&nbsp; =/\= “Personal identification code recognized, Ensign Kroken Liara, Propulsion and Engineering.&nbsp; System access granted.” =/\= Flashed across the screen.&nbsp; Knowing that she should wait for guidance from the Chief Engineer on how he wanted to get the systems ready for the departure, Liara pulled up the system specs on the Propulsion and Astrometrics systems to get herself acquainted.&nbsp; She marveled at the system readouts and system specification, she felt humbled that she had been selected for this assignment.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Engineering</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>29-10-2010, 22:24:16</strong>
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				<em>Now, to see if she would open up and run for the captain...</em><br><br>The doors opened to main engineering and Dun hustled in to find his destination occupied by a new crew member.&nbsp; Unswayed or perturbed by the presence of the short ensign, he stepped up beside her and smiled down at her, Bjorian.&nbsp; <em>This must be Miss Liara</em> he thought.&nbsp; She had a good grounding in propulsion as it related to space and would be a strong player in keeping on top of any engineering issues.&nbsp; Maybe she could even help him with some of the inherent instabilities that were unique to this intermix chamber.&nbsp; He would give her all he knew about drive plasma and see if she was as bright as her jackets said she was.<br><br>"Top o the mornin' to ya, Ensign!&nbsp; Ready for a little stretching of the legs?&nbsp; Lets pull up the plasma monitoring routines and the field regulators and make sure all is in order."&nbsp; He smiled at her and turned to one of his wall panels and pulled up his own routine that very closely watched the flow of the plasma through the SDD (super dense dilithium) and rapidly tapped the buttons and spooled up the mix building a pressurized threshold of plasma to get ready for the increased power demand.<br><br>"I was impressed with your simulation work with the mock SDD Chamber in your advanced class and requested the honor of taking you out on your first tour.&nbsp; I want you to focus on propulsion but to try and build the correlation between the drive plasma as it leaves the intermix chamber.&nbsp; I will eventually need someone as adept as I at picking out the problems before they occur.&nbsp; Okay epople, this is it, i am gonna give the Capt'n a green light for warp!&nbsp; Stay sharp!"<br><br>=/ Capt'n, you have a go for warp drive, all systems nominal \=
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				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Engineering</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>29-10-2010, 23:11:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatright"><strong>Ensign Kroken Liara - Main Engineering </strong><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; (http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/200px-Sito.jpg)</div><br><em>"Top o the mornin' to ya, Ensign!&nbsp; Ready for a little stretching of the legs?&nbsp; Lets pull up the plasma monitoring routines and the field regulators and make sure all is in order."</em>&nbsp; &nbsp;Liara looked up from the console with a bright smile.&nbsp; "Yes Lieutenant"&nbsp; She had heard amazing things about Lieutenant McGalleon and was humbled when she heard that he had suggested her appointment aboard the McNair.&nbsp; She had been given an opportunity in her advanced warp mechanics classes to work with his design for the SDD warp core and had been able to master many of the new drives known irregularities with ease.&nbsp; Getting the chance to work on the actual working design was incredible.&nbsp; When he mentioned opening up the warp core's capability she got goose bumps.&nbsp; Properly handled and maintained the new intermix system and dense dylithium would give them more over all power and faster speeds in less time.&nbsp; <br><br>Liara punched up the core system diagram, sliding a finger over the plasma distribution system which lead from the core to the nacells.&nbsp; The computer monitored the slow rise in drive plasma as the mix from the dilithium chamber spooled up the energy output.&nbsp; Everything was showing green and within tolerances.&nbsp; "I'm showing a few anomalies in the distribution system, power ratios aren't balanced."&nbsp; Tapping a few buttons and doing some mental calculations as she typed, the anomalies disappeared as the drive core power distribution system leveled out.&nbsp; "We have nominal power distribution now.&nbsp; We can go to max warp at full power and shouldn't see any issues."&nbsp; <br><br><em>=/\= Capt'n, you have a go for warp drive, all systems nominal =/\=</em>&nbsp; Liara grinned brightly at the call, her skin bristled with goosebumps and a slight tingling of excitement deep inside her made her shift her stance, as she felt the energy in the room from the warp core and the excitement of being directly in charge of keeping the SDD propulsion system in check.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Engineering</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>30-10-2010, 00:06:43</strong>
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				<em>All the reports were correct, this one was perfect for this job, damn, how did I get so lucky...</em><br><br>He watched as the spikes in the power that he let get through and unchecked were fixed and corrected with ease and efficiency by the ensign.&nbsp; The power easily flowed and the ship snapped to warp speed quickly leveling out at warp 6, said the instruments.&nbsp; Dun looked over his shoulder to the warp core and watched as it pulsed rhythmically.&nbsp; Everything was running smoothly.&nbsp; All the hard work that had gone into the McNair had as of yet payed off, the marriage of the new core and the propulsion systems seemed seamless.&nbsp; Now it would be up to the science team to make sure the largest monetary investment within the ship was going to pay off.<br><br>Settling back from his systems he turned into the room and congratulated everyone on his team.&nbsp; He had a crewman on deck 8 and 5 watching the matter and anti matter injectors as well as Ensign Ava on deck 2 in Impulse Control.&nbsp; Ensinns Liara and Expendia were his only present crew and he shook hands with both and smiled wide as he opened com to the others.<br><br>=/ Good work people, she seems to be holding together.&nbsp; Run diagnostics and appropriate monitoring routines and give me a report at the end of our jump.&nbsp; Lt McGalleon out \=
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				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Engineering</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>30-10-2010, 01:04:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatright"><strong>Ensign Kroken Liara - Main Engineering </strong><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; (http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/200px-Sito.jpg)</div><br><em>=/\= "All hands, this is the Bridge. We've reached our first destination, begin to run diagnostics. Report any discrepancies. We'll resume our course in three hours." =/\=</em><br><br>Power from the warp core to the nacells dropped off quickly as the ship dropped out of warp.&nbsp; Liara monitored the propulsion system closely, any irregularities in how the nacells vented the used plasma could damage the incredibly efficient propulsion system.&nbsp; She was surprised how quickly power dropped off.&nbsp; Standard Star Fleet warp cores generally had a gradual power drop off which forced the warp core to re-orient itself over a minute or two after a jump.&nbsp; The SDD core with it's denser power output, dialed down almost immediately, the residual propulsion energy being reabsorbed into buffers along the ships power distribution system.&nbsp; Liara had not seen this in the simulation, and was surprised how the ship retained the power it needed for an immediate jump. <br><br><em>=/\= Run diagnostics and appropriate monitoring routines and give me a report at the end of our jump.&nbsp; Lt McGalleon out =/\=</em><br><br>"Lieutenant, we're at zero warp speed.&nbsp; Buffers at sixty three percent, and plasma is holding at nominal levels for our next warp.&nbsp; Not showing any anomalies and nacells have vented used plasma as designed.&nbsp; All systems look good."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Engineering</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>30-10-2010, 01:36:35</strong>
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				"She holds her own, doesnt she, Ensign Liara.&nbsp; I am new to the buffering systems though I knew they would be necessary for the Gatekeeper System.&nbsp; I want them run up to max now that we have successfully held warp for that hour.&nbsp; Look for any residual leakage or bleed out along the conduits.&nbsp; Containment and stabilization should also be dialed in also.&nbsp; Hot damn.&nbsp; Its good to be under way yet again."<br><br>Smiling at her even wider than earlier when they met, Dun, like a little boy with a new set of Legos, poured over the readouts he was getting from his other crewmen whistling to himself softly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Engineering</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>30-10-2010, 03:15:45</strong>
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				<em>She holds her own, doesnt she, Ensign Liara.&nbsp; I am new to the buffering systems though I knew they would be necessary for the Gatekeeper System.&nbsp; I want them run up to max now that we have successfully held warp for that hour.&nbsp; Look for any residual leakage or bleed out along the conduits.&nbsp; Containment and stabilization should also be dialed in also.&nbsp; Hot damn.&nbsp; Its good to be under way yet again."</em><br><br>"Yes she does.&nbsp; The feel of smoothly gliding though space is very exciting.&nbsp; The vibrations are giving me chills."&nbsp; Liara brought up the designated systems as he mentioned them.&nbsp; Manipulating the system diagnostic readouts, Liara ensured that her information was correct before she responded to the Lieutenant.&nbsp; "Lieutenant, at optimum efficiency, the Gatekeeper buffers should never exceed eighty three percent.&nbsp; There is a system reserve set into the buffers for over powering the warp core, such as if we ever exceeded warp nine for an extended period of time."&nbsp; Liara brought up the diagnostic data from the short jump from Earth to Pluto.&nbsp; The chart showed a relatively steady power output through the run.&nbsp; There were a few instances where power levels jumped unnecessarily that Liara couldn't account for.&nbsp; Reviewing the system readings accompanying the propulsion power use, Liara made a mental note of the fluctuations in the power levels.&nbsp; "There seems to have been some spikes in the nacell power use during the run.&nbsp; There may be some resistance coming from the neuro-gel packs along the distribution system."&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Engineering</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>11-11-2010, 21:25:48</strong>
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				<em>Energy levels in the Warp Core and the Gatekeeper system begin to build up again as the ship's buffers respond to a call from the bridge to go to warp</em><br><br>Liara watched the power levels and the buffer levels as the McNair's Warp Core created and entered the warp conduit.&nbsp; A cringe of concern and confusion wrinkled Liara's brow as she monitored the read outs.&nbsp; "Computer, please provide a holographic representation of the Gate Keeper power system with its direct connection to the Warp Nacells on the Auxillary Holographic display."&nbsp; Within seconds a rotating representation of the ships power system appeared on a flat paneled table which sat off to the side of the main engineering systems.&nbsp; "Computer, based on the current power distribution models, extrapolate what effect long term travel at the current warp speed will have on the nacell power contuits."&nbsp; <br><br>A tone from the computer opened the commlink as the soothing female voice asked a question "Please indicate time frame for extrapolation."&nbsp; Liara quickly did the calculation in her head for the time at warp seven to the Romulan neutral zone.&nbsp; "Computer, set measurement for fourteen hours.&nbsp; Time to travel from Sector zero zero one to Romulan Neutral zone."&nbsp; The tone chimed from the console again as the computer accepted the input.&nbsp; Within seconds the hologram began to pulse with simulated power as the computer ran through the possible system responses.&nbsp; Finally the computer chirped again.&nbsp; "Based on current system settings, catastrophic system failure will occur in six hours twenty seven minutes."&nbsp; Liara's shoulders seemed to droop as she sighed, hating the fact that she had caught such a large anomaly in such a new and powerful system.<br><br>"Lieutenant McGalleon.&nbsp; I have something you need to see.&nbsp; I suggest we let the Captain know we need to drop out of warp until you see this."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Engineering</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>12-11-2010, 08:33:09</strong>
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				Dun looked over with a 'hmm' and an equally distracted visage as he listened to what the ensign had to say.&nbsp; Then he replayed her comment in his head and ran it parallel with the countless batteries of tests he had run on the systems represented by what he saw in front of her.&nbsp; He punched a few buttons and pulled up the holographic relay and studied it.<br><br>"What is normal about this projection you have drawn up is that which is standard for most star ships..."&nbsp; Dun's face softened a bit from the edgy look he had moments ago.&nbsp; He started to move a stylus within the confines of the holographic model, opening pathways that had not been called upon within the initial measurement and introduced the simulation to a new parameter that reset the initial query.&nbsp; <br><br>"Computer, run an overlay of the initial query with the new one as set for direct induction via the plasma inhibitors.&nbsp; If you will notice, Liara, the nacelles, or much on the ship in fact, can not handle a direct stream of the McNairs SDD Plasma, so the inhibitors, which double as a buffer of sorts, slows it down and stores it so that the ship can handle the energy.&nbsp; The only thing that can handle the direct output is the Gatekeeper's shield and array and our impulse drive, if you can believe it.&nbsp; Anything that gets the power out of the ship, the ship can handle, odd as it may seem.&nbsp; You have accurately seen the problem the scientists had perplexed over for years.&nbsp; Achieving more power was never the problem, but incorporating it, now that was a doozy!"<br><br>As he waxed technical, which was always his comfort zone, Dun moved over behind the ensign and smiled, patting her on the shoulder.&nbsp; Anyone with a zest to know and learn that which drove him to improve and break the mold was going to get along with him just fine.&nbsp; &nbsp;With a deep breath, he turned back for the main engineering doors and headed towards them.<br><br>"I have a meeting to get to, ensign, please...&nbsp; study the impedance variables and find the break over point for cost effectiveness and optimal performance in your own estimation.&nbsp; You will find it a fine line.&nbsp; Starfleet will not put up with us and a major overhaul every other year, so learn to foster those fractional percentile points.&nbsp; Oh," Dun paused and looked back over his shoulder at her with a big grin, "and by the way.&nbsp; This was the work that I did to make this..." he gestured all about the engineering main room as he spoke... "a viable option for Starfleet in use with the ships that have used it thus far.&nbsp; I have a feeling you can get your head around the numbers though!"<br><br>And with that, the Chief Engineer hurried out the door.&nbsp; He knew he was late for the senior briefing and he hated it, but he was very confident that the delay was one that would pay off in aces.&nbsp; Ensign Kroken Liara was very sharp.&nbsp; With instruction and nudging, she would quickly close the gap between knowledge and experience, her to him respectively.<br><br>&lt;--Moving to the Observation Lounge--&gt;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Engineering</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>13-11-2010, 21:17:43</strong>
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				Staring blankly at the updated holographic display, Liara was utterly flabbergasted that she hadn't accounted for the plasma inhibitors in her calculations.&nbsp; She had only considered the upgraded Gatekeeper system and the standard induction system, she hadn't taken into account that the power distribution had been accounted for and compensated for.&nbsp; She realized very quickly she had a lot to learn about the systems on the ship, and quickly if she was going to be useful in solving any problems they may encounter.<br><br>Realizing her head hurt and that she had not had anything to eat since they arrived at Pluto, she reserved herself to taking a break.&nbsp; "Computer, transfer calculations and schematics from holographic simulation to this PADD."&nbsp; With a chime from the computer, Liara's PADD lit up with scrolling calculations and schematics.&nbsp; Stepping out of the main doors to Engineering, Liara stepped into a nearby turbolift.&nbsp; "Three Forward".&nbsp; The door of the turbolift closed with a woosh as a light hum indicated the movement of the lift.<br><br><br>&lt;------moving to Three Forward Lounge------&gt;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Engineering</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>12-01-2011, 06:08:17</strong>
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				<strong>~~Liara and Dun returning from AstroCart~~<br>Dun appears to be in his late fifties and moves like he is much older.</strong><br><br>Dun allowed himself to be eased into the chair as he propped his head with his chin, stifling yet another yawn.&nbsp; He did feel older, which wasnt all that suprising to him concerning all the work that had been done over the last couple of weeks.&nbsp; It wasnt until he snapped to and corrected his ensign while tapping his com badge that he had some of that physical evidence that she had right there in front of her face.<br><br><strong>=/ Belay that order, Sick Bay, I will be fine...\=</strong>&nbsp; He sounded ancient, much like his still alive and thriving great grand father, a deep and booming, yet wizened base rumbling a bit shakily through trembling lips.&nbsp; Dun straightened his back and thrust his chest out which did not feel good at all but let him now he wasnt dead yet and stated with more authority, <strong>=/ Captain, this is Lt McGalleon.&nbsp; It appears these new chronitrons are having effects upon me biologically and thus probably are effecting every other living organism that has been exposed to them in the same fashion.&nbsp; I will head to sick bay for analysis immediately \=</strong><br><br>He turned to Liara and felt his face wrinkle threateningly and brought a hand up to cover his now aging skin and spoke softly, "And you seem to be having the opposite reaction to this radiation field.&nbsp; You look simply spry, Ensign Kroken."&nbsp; He was trying to use his best dramatic stage voice and he wasnt sure if had succeeded but laughed all the same.&nbsp; Damn, he sounded like ole jolly Saint Nich of Old Earth, all he needed was a beard and a belly roll and he would be good to go.<br><br>"I think you have something with the bio packs, Liara, you see out this diagnostic while I have myself looked over.&nbsp; It seems I am overdue for a check up."<br><br>Dun lifted himself gingerly out of the chair and moved as quickly as he dared.&nbsp; His body was giving him all kinds of new and interesting sensations that he had never experienced and hope not too again anytime soon.&nbsp; Maybe this was just something that he could be inoculated against and then he could fix up the ship, you know, keep it simple, on an engineering level.&nbsp; He sighed deeply and said over his shoulder as he left engineering, "Keep the ship together, Ensign, the ship is in good hands, I know it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Engineering</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>14-01-2011, 13:10:10</strong>
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				<em>"I think you have something with the bio packs, Liara, you see out this diagnostic while I have myself looked over.&nbsp; It seems I am overdue for a check up.&nbsp; Keep the ship together, Ensign, the ship is in good hands, I know it."</em><br><br>Watching Dun hobble out of engineering, Liara was a little overwhelmed now, right out of the Academy and already she was in charge of Engineering during a major crisis.&nbsp; <em>Just relax and focus,</em> she thought to herself as she took a deep breath.&nbsp; Letting the breath soothe her mind she turned to the console.&nbsp; "Computer, run a level three diagnostic on all bio-neural gel packs interfaced with shield main control systems."&nbsp; A system display popped up on the main console in front of her showing the status of the diagnostic.&nbsp; While she was waiting, Liara noticed something in the reflection on the smooth glass.&nbsp; Leaning in she saw what looked like a lump forming on her face next to her nose. "oh by the prophets, you must be kidding me, I'm not an adolescent anymore."&nbsp; She stared at the lump for a moment then went back to the diagnostic.&nbsp; <br><br>"Diagnostic complete.&nbsp; primary bio-neural gel packs exhibit a twenty five percent variance in acceptable tolerances."&nbsp; Liara rolled her eyes at the answer the computer provided, completely unhappy with the vague diagnosis.&nbsp; "No kidding, but what does that mean?"&nbsp; The computer chirped for a moment as it computed the question "Unknown reason for variance."&nbsp; Pressing another few buttons on the console, Liara changed the parameters of the diagnostic by hand, hoping a more direct approach would render a more informative outcome.&nbsp; "New parameters accepted, variance range includes higher processing speeds which are incompatible with normal system variance thus causing system malfunctions.&nbsp; Variance also includes much reduced processing speeds which is causing a cascade failure in connected systems."&nbsp; Liara cocked her head to one side, her eyes slitted slightly trying to decipher the meaning of the diagnostic.&nbsp; "Computer, how many of the bio-neural gel packs throughout the ships systems are effected?&nbsp; Show me the locations of all systems effected by failing gel packs."&nbsp; The computer ran another diagnostic cycle and an image of the McNair appeared on the console with a schematic of the ships bio-neural network.&nbsp; At least twenty five percent of ships systems which relied on the network on the outer edges of the ship were effected.&nbsp; =/\= Ensign Kroken to Lieutenant McGalleon, It appears that we have a cascade failure of bio-neural gel packs on the outer shell of the ship that is effecting ships systems.&nbsp; I'm going to send maintenance crews out to get samples so we can better diagnose what is happening to them.&nbsp; Ensign to Chief Tirol, I need maintenance crews to head to deck two junction twenty four and pull all of the bio-neural gel packs and return them to Engineering for diagnosis. =/\=
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				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Engineering</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>15-01-2011, 21:32:19</strong>
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				<strong>Chief Tirol to Ensign Kroken.<br><br>=/ I gottya, Ensign Kroken, want me to wash the windows while I am at it? \=]</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>Greywolf</strong> on <strong>18-01-2011, 07:06:13</strong>
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				Communication from Sickbay:<br><br>=/\= Micheal to Engineering.&nbsp; This is the EMH.&nbsp; I'm experiencing holographic failure here in Sickbay.&nbsp; Whats the status of your diagnostics? =/\=
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				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Engineering</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>19-01-2011, 05:30:09</strong>
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				Liara was working hard to push the maintenance schedule as fast as she could considering half of the maintenance crews were out pulling bio-neural gel packs.&nbsp; Dun was still in the staff meeting but the ship had to continue to function even when he was out of pocket.&nbsp; Chief Tirol and three crewmen entered the diagnostic lab in the back are of Engineering carrying two boxes full of beaten, bruised and dead gel packs.&nbsp; "It's not pretty sir."&nbsp; He said placing the boxes on the floor and throwing a couple of gel packs on the diagnostic table.&nbsp; "better than half of the gel packs on deck two are effected in some way, so I'm going to bet that at least half the systems on the entire ship are effected in some way."&nbsp; The stocky maintenance chief stood by diligently.&nbsp; The Chief spent a moment to look over the Ensign standing before him.&nbsp; Unaware that she had been effected by the chronitons, he felt it was odd that a girl who looked to be fourteen or fifteen was wearing the uniform of a Starfleet officer who was usually in the early twenties.&nbsp; He knew that his experience and rank gave him power on the ship but regardless of how young the officer before him looked he knew her decision was the one that would be held accountable in the end.<br><br>"Great work Chief.&nbsp; If you wouldn't mind doing what you can with the maintenance schedule and working around the effected gel packs, I'll see what the rest of us can do about solving this riddle.&nbsp; If we have any packs that are un-effected still in storage, do what you can to repair primary systems first.&nbsp; Move packs off of secondary and tertiary systems if you need to in order to bring primary systems back online."&nbsp; <br><br>"Aye sir"&nbsp; The Chief said wearily as he looked at the list of repairs that needed to be handled on the PADD that she had handed him.&nbsp; he and his crewmen turned towards the door and got to work immediately.&nbsp; Liara released a heavy sigh.&nbsp; She didn't realize that she had been holding it in while she handed the chief his orders.&nbsp; She was feeling the weight of her position on her shoulders, but was assured that the Chief and his maintenance crews would handle the repairs with style.&nbsp; One thing Liara knew was the value of a good maintenance chief.&nbsp; <br><br>Smiling at that thought, Liara punched a number of codes into the flat shiny black console in front of her then, finding a gel pack that seemed to be effected but still active, she placed&nbsp; the gel pack on the scanner in the middle of the console.&nbsp; "Computer, run a full scan on this gel pack and compare to known specifications for a standard K-1A Bio Neural Gel Pack."&nbsp; The computer chirped as a light illuminated the pack from the console.&nbsp; Once the scan was complete, the results appeared on the display in front of Liara.&nbsp; Her brow furled for a second as some of the data seemed inaccurate.&nbsp; "Computer can you identify the variant compound that is present in the gel pack?"&nbsp; After a moment the light from the scanner blinked off again and the computer responded "There is unidentifiable organic material present in the gel pack.&nbsp; This terminal is not sensitive enough to provide a detailed analysis."&nbsp; Liara closed her eyes in frustration.&nbsp; She could feel the same pent up energy and frustration that she had felt as a child building up inside her.&nbsp; "Of course not.&nbsp; The most advanced science vessel in starfleet and they put a level three engineering diagnostic scanner in engineering.&nbsp; Figures."&nbsp; Letting out another sigh, one that resounded a high level of teenage frustration, she picked up a number of the gel packs in her arms and headed for the door.&nbsp; "I'm heading to the science lab...." she turned to the crewman who had been assisting her in monitoring the ships systems.&nbsp; "If anything comes up call be before you call the Lt McGalleon."&nbsp; The crewman nodded as she turned to leave through the heavy double doors tapping her comm badge as she exited.<br><br>=/\= Ensign Kroken to Lt McGalleon, sorry for disturbing the Captains meeting, but I felt you needed to know this.&nbsp; We've pulled a large number of Gel Packs from Deck two and have run some diagnostics.&nbsp; The computer is saying that there is an unidentifiable organic material present in the gel pack but the equipment in Engineering isn't sensitive enough to scan it.&nbsp; I'm taking a number of the effected packs to the science lab for a closer look.&nbsp; I will keep you informed.&nbsp; Kroken out. =/\=
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				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Engineering</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>19-01-2011, 12:28:22</strong>
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				Dun to Liara.<br><br><strong>=/ Take'em to the situational room in the Gatekeeper lab.&nbsp; Set up a phasic containment and wait for me, I am a'headed your way \=</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Engineering</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>19-01-2011, 15:07:56</strong>
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				Acknowledging the directions from Dun, Liara turned around and headed the other way down the corridor.&nbsp; Entering a large double door much like the one into Engineering, Liara stepped into the Gatekeeper lab.&nbsp; The hum of the Gatekeeper mission systems gave the room a mild vibration which could be very soothing to most and very agitating to others.&nbsp; The Gatekeeper lab was set up as a special test and control lab for the Gatekeeper systems.&nbsp; Many of the console and testing stations were plugged directly into conduits attached to the Gatekeeper to allow the crew to test how a specific system or components could be interfaced into the Gatekeeper without damaging any already functioning ship systems.&nbsp; It was also designed to test new equipment that might be picked up during a deep range science mission.&nbsp; The multi-faceted containment system and diagnostic tools made it a great place to figure out this problem.&nbsp; <br><br>Liara dumped the gel packs in her arm on a diagnostic console and tapped in a few commands on the console.&nbsp; A second later a force shield jumped into place around the console.&nbsp; As soon as the shield went up, one of the gel packs exploded inside the field.&nbsp; Liara raised her left eyebrow with a look of utter confusion.&nbsp; Nothing about the containment unit should have caused the gel pack to change its state once it had been effected by the chronitons.&nbsp; She began running some low level scans and waited for Dun to hobble in. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Engineering</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>22-01-2011, 08:24:08</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82455.msg4151935#msg4151935">Quote from: orderNchaos on 19-01-2011, 15:07:56</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Liara dumped the gel packs in her arm on a diagnostic console and tapped in a few commands on the console.&nbsp; A second later a force shield jumped into place around the console.&nbsp; As soon as the shield went up, one of the gel packs exploded inside the field.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><em> Hobble my ass,</em> Dun thought, it just kinda hit him.&nbsp; The zero point homeopathic mobility chair (now known as the ZpHMC) just seemed to keep smoothing out what he knew his aged body still possessed in essential life hormones that was keeping him energized.&nbsp; He was a simple man.&nbsp; He, however, needed a way to ease his aches, and his Capt'n had given him the access, and he would send it to his grand pappy after...&nbsp; <br><br><em>Hells, what was I thinkin'?</em><br><br>He pulled face to with the ensign and spoke to her softly while pulling from a Starfleet legal long pipe simulation with interactive replicator potential technology for highland crude cut.&nbsp; His pappies favorite. His costume was complete for any who had seen the elder Sherlock Homes portrayal down to the tartan lap dress.&nbsp; The pipe was spot on, all that was missing was the hat.<br><br>In an odd moment of comfortable intellectual speak, Dun issues forth, with ellipses representing draws from the simulated long pipe.<br><br>"She blew when the phasic containment went up <strong>. . . .&nbsp; . .&nbsp; </strong>&nbsp; there was to be a reason for that under new species containment accords."<br><br><strong> =/ Lt McGalleon to the Captain, recommend all stop and an all green lowering of shields and all containment protocols, including hull integrity. It may be this vessels last acts <strong> . . .&nbsp; .&nbsp; . .&nbsp; . </strong> at allowing you and I to survive.&nbsp; Dun awaiting response."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Engineering</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>24-01-2011, 03:11:56</strong>
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				<strong>Captain from the bridge</strong><br><br>=/\= Lieutenant, I've ordered it done. I certainly hope there's a logical explanation for our ship to be stopped in the Neutral Zone with no shields. =/\=
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				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Engineering</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 03:45:35</strong>
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				=/\= Transporter Chief Avalona to Lt. Scott EEH.&nbsp; I have located the pieces of Lt. Lugus's armband and am Beaming them to the prearranged containment field. =/\=&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Engineering</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NosCorventius</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 06:11:34</strong>
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				<strong>Lt. Lewis R Scott EEH in Engineering:</strong><br><br>Lewis rushed through the doors afraid that the steel plates might close on him and cause him to either break something or get stuck partially phased within the plates if he stayed in the archway too long. <br><br><em><strong>=/\= Transporter Chief Avalona to Lt. Scott EEH.&nbsp; I have located the pieces of Lt. Lugus's armband and am Beaming them to the prearranged containment field. =/\=</strong></em><br><br><strong>=/\= Acknowledged Chief thank.... Fuck!"</strong> Lewis swore as he smashed into the back of some elderly idiots chair.<br><br><strong>"Sir, the engineering deck is not the place for tourists especially when there is a alert sounding..if you'd please return to your quarters...=/\=</strong><br><br>Lewis turned pale as he realized that the man in front of him looked an awful lot like his senior officer but much older. The tech reached up to tap his badge off. <br><br>"Umm I'm sorry but if your looking for Chief McGalleon" He said trying to once more sound friendly and helpful, "I'd be glad to locate him and have him escort you back to your quarters."<br><br><strong>=/\= Computer, locate Chief McGalleon =/\= <br><br>=/\= Chief McGalleon is currently in engineering =/\=</strong><br><br>Lewis smiled uneasily as he once more looked around the room this time peering around corners and looking under tables.[/i] Now the computers playing jokes? Either the system is much worse of then I thought or something really strange is going on.[/i]<br><br><strong>=/\= Computer update me directly with all files and transmissions since entering obit of class M planet Rkar N'ra.=/\=<br><br>=/\= Acknowledged....Transfer complete=/\=<br></strong><br>Lewis' eyes got rather large then as it slowly dawned on him what he had just done. The horrified holo-tech spun towards what he now realized was his senior officer.<br><br>" I am so so, so, very sorry Chief. I really didn't mean to a....umm....Please don't take my emitter away and erase me! I don't want to die."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Engineering</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>28-01-2011, 14:08:09</strong>
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				Dun sat with utter and complete calm in his chair.&nbsp; It was fast, by the gods, maybe he would just stay this age for an excuse to use it all the time.&nbsp; His face was one of passivity, an inner peace covering him, eyes twinkling with the spark of a brain that was very active despite his appearance.<br><br><strong> =/ Acknowledged, Capt'n.&nbsp; We will have this figured out before you know it.&nbsp; I would suggest that we may be safest in our current situation back in orbit around the planet.&nbsp; I will have more information for you shortly.&nbsp; Lt McGalleon out \=</strong><br><br>"Dont worry about it, Lewis, You wont be deactivated."&nbsp; He said this with a wide grin that was hidden from the fear stricken hologram.&nbsp; "Now, tell me what you think about this theory, all of you.&nbsp; I think we just witnessed what these 'chronitrons' do in the presence of shielding, specifically in this case, one of a phased nature.&nbsp; The response was immediate, was it not, Liara?&nbsp; One of those packs evaporated to dust.&nbsp; I believe that our shielding is harmful to these particles, I would further suggest that they are acting with some sort of intelligence, aging us in response."<br><br>He took a deep breath and sipped at his electrolyte formula.&nbsp; It was even tiring to talk, bloody hells.&nbsp; Massaging his temples with an ancient set of fingers he continued.<br><br>"I would like to a bit of something unique, Liara, and we must do it quickly.&nbsp; I want you to use negatively spinning chronitrons from the Gatekeeper to probe the pile of ash that is our newest casualty in this little skirmish.&nbsp; Tell me if you get anything that resembles communication, or a feeling.&nbsp; I am hoping that my theory is correct and that these new particles are trying to tell us that we are hurting them."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Engineering</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>30-01-2011, 17:29:35</strong>
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				<em>"I would like to a bit of something unique, Liara, and we must do it quickly.&nbsp; I want you to use negatively spinning chronitrons from the Gatekeeper to probe the pile of ash that is our newest casualty in this little skirmish.&nbsp; Tell me if you get anything that resembles communication, or a feeling.&nbsp; I am hoping that my theory is correct and that these new particles are trying to tell us that we are hurting them."</em><br><br>Liara stood dumbfounded at the request.&nbsp; She wasn't sure if the old man standing before her was simply going senile and lost all ability to reason or if there was some level of insanity involved in the aging process and she was going to start seeing the effects soon too.&nbsp; "Uh, I don't know the systems that well yet Dun.&nbsp; I can run the diagnostics, but I wouldn't have the first clue how to pull negative chronitons from the Gatekeeper."&nbsp; She smiled for a second thinking "are you trying to say that you think there is an intelligent life form causing this to happen?&nbsp; I mean I picked up an increase in bio-mass in the packs, but there's nothing to indicate an complex organism."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Engineering</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NosCorventius</strong> on <strong>01-02-2011, 03:20:49</strong>
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				<br><br>"Dont worry about it, Lewis, You wont be deactivated..." Lewis sighed heavily, deeply relieved he was not going to be executed for his insubordination. Determined to show his usefulness the holographic man listened intently as his colleagues collaborated on the problem.&nbsp; <br><br>"Now, tell me what you think about this theory, all of you.&nbsp; I think we just witnessed what these 'chronitrons' do in the presence of shielding, specifically in this case, one of a phased nature.&nbsp; The response was immediate, was it not, Liara?&nbsp; One of those packs evaporated to dust.&nbsp; I believe that our shielding is harmful to these particles, I would further suggest that they are acting with some sort of intelligence, aging us in response."<br><br>"I would like to a bit of something unique, Liara, and we must do it quickly.&nbsp; I want you to use negatively spinning chronitrons from the Gatekeeper to probe the pile of ash that is our newest casualty in this little skirmish.&nbsp; Tell me if you get anything that resembles communication, or a feeling.&nbsp; I am hoping that my theory is correct and that these new particles are trying to tell us that we are hurting them."<br><br>"Uh, I don't know the systems that well yet Dun.&nbsp; I can run the diagnostics, but I wouldn't have the first clue how to pull negative chronitons from the Gatekeeper,.....are you trying to say that you think there is an intelligent life form causing this to happen?&nbsp; I mean I picked up an increase in bio-mass in the packs, but there's nothing to indicate an complex organism."<br><br><strong>"Perhaps I can help."</strong> Lewis said moving over to the console and moving his hands at lightning speeds over the controls. <br><br><strong>" If your hypothesis is correct, sir then we should see both a rejuvenation of the gel pack and a noticeable amount of activity from the lifeforms present. Ensign would you assist me please? I need you to monitor the readings and biomass fluctuations as I increase in increments the negatively charged chronitons in stages."</strong><br><br>Lewis pushed a final set of commands and the Gatekeepers usual humm turned into a deep thump-thump-thump, as it pushed out the new form of matter; bombarding the gel pack with a steady stream of white silver particles.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Engineering</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>05-02-2011, 04:01:49</strong>
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				Before their very eyes, bits of the ashen gel pack began to regrow, as the proverbial phoenix reborn.<br><br>Dun whistled softly.&nbsp; He had to remind himself that most of creation existed in one direction with aspect towards time.&nbsp; This, however, chronitronic life form moved forward and backward in time like you and I traversed space.&nbsp; When it was presented with artificially created chronitrons, it responded in kind, as if you were praising your favorite pet..&nbsp; When it turned its attention to the Gatekeeper's version of itself, it released its hold on the gel pack, thus bringing back to its right time.<br><br>Dun powered over to the work station beside Lewis and spoke with an awe filled tone of reverence, "I dont need but m'eyes to see <em>that</em>, Lewis."<br><br>Reaching up with a firm purpose, yet with glistening eyes, he activated a diagnostic of the labs phasic containment protocols.&nbsp; Dun knew this would not kill the chronitrons.&nbsp; Diagnostic procedures emitted .01 percent of the energy required to maintain a shield, but it would agitate these particles, and that did not sit well with Dun.<br><br>As quickly as the gel pack had begun to arrive back at its normal time in the here an now, healthy and functioning, it crumbled back to ash.&nbsp; The same state it was in minutes earlier.<br><br>"Computer, terminate diagnostics.&nbsp; Command authorization Gamma Three Kilo Six Kilo.&nbsp; Maintain negative and positive particle transmission to the gel packs."&nbsp; The Dun turned to Liara and Lewis both with a return to that soft whisper, "I believe we pissed them off, what y'all think?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Engineering</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>09-02-2011, 23:08:18</strong>
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				Astounded, Liara watched as the gel pack slowly reformed back into it's original state of existence.&nbsp; She had never seen anything essentially brought back to life as it shifted back and forth through time.&nbsp; She continued to monitor the readings from the diagnostic table, uncertain of what she was seeing.&nbsp; Her mind understood the numbers and her knowledge of engineering told her what she should be accepting or discounting based on the laws of physics; but she had never dealt with chronitons or time travel before she arrived on the McNair.<br><br>The readings jumped off the chart for a minute when Dun activated the phasic containment and the gel pack once again turned into a pile of dead ash.&nbsp; She couldn't make sense of what the computer was telling her was happening.&nbsp; She thought to herself that had she asked the computer to analyze what had just happened, the computer itself would have been stuck.&nbsp; <br><br>"Dun,&nbsp; these readings aren't making any sense to me.&nbsp; The computer is monitoring all of the changes, but the scans are all over the place.&nbsp; I've studied theoretical subspace engineering and Quantum physics and I still have no idea what the computer is telling me is going on."&nbsp; The look on her face would have said everything she just did in a tenth of the time, but she wasn't sure Dun even noticed her face seeing him staring down at the gel pack stuck in some odd flux field of particles.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Engineering</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NosCorventius</strong> on <strong>21-02-2011, 20:30:11</strong>
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				=/\= Senior staff, report to the observation lounge. =/\=<br><br>"Sir if I could be excused from the meeting? I'd like to continue working here. While I... understand the importance of brainstorming between departments, I believe I will be much more productive if I continue working while you and the senior staff are otherwise occupied." Lewis remarked at the captains hailing. <br><br>"I will keep you posted as to our progress, though." the hologram said with an uneasy smile and getting a nod from the Chief before looking at the Bajorian Ensign next to him. <br><br>"Ensign Liara, If you can stay and help me run a few more test and theories I would appreciate it. " <br><br>Lewis was a bit too busy waiting for the Ensigns response to notice the Chiefs exit. He simple was there one minute and out the doors on his way to the Observation Lounge the next. When he did finally turn back to where the Chief had been sitting, or was that hovering, he merely shook his head a little in disbelief. <em>Well I guess old age hasn't slowed him down much.</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Engineering</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>14-03-2011, 21:17:28</strong>
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				"Sorry...&nbsp; This chair is simply too much fun...&nbsp; Now, where were we?"&nbsp; Dun came flying into the little laboratory space obviously having just let the doors open before boosting inside.&nbsp; He was gleeful and seemingly stuck in a solid great grandfather look.&nbsp; His crown o hair was pure white now, as if he had finished off the last youthful lick of himself having raced through the corridors.<br><br>He excused himself to everyone present and edged into a place where he could manipulate the controls.&nbsp; With the deflector array pointing towards the planet, Dun sent a steady stream of chronitrons that should be registering to the creatures they found as heading back in time, or, getting younger.&nbsp; If he had really gleaned what he thought he had, this would be a 'positive indicator' for the life forms and evidence of a food source.<br><br>"Ensign Ava, send this group of gel packs to the planets surface, these coordinates," Dun sent them via ship board communication.&nbsp; "Then, when we begin the inoculations, I would recommend holding the crew in the transporter buffers for as long as it takes for the life forms to clear."<br><br>"Captain, we should be able to begin mass inoculation within the cargo hold with our primary transporter.&nbsp; The stream of younger chronitrons from the Gatekeeper array has been established from the cargo hold to the gel packs on the planet.&nbsp; Proceed when ready.&nbsp; Lt McGalleon out."<br><br>Dun sat back with a huge yawn as he stretched.&nbsp; His joints cracked and popped in protest as he settled back down, eye lids almost immediately closing, he said, "Wake me if anything interesting happens..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Engineering</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 22:01:26</strong>
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				<em>"Captain, we should be able to begin mass inoculation within the cargo hold with our primary transporter.&nbsp; The stream of younger chronitrons from the Gatekeeper array has been established from the cargo hold to the gel packs on the planet.&nbsp; Proceed when ready.&nbsp; Lt McGalleon out."</em><br><br>Liara stood watching Dun with a look of dumbfounded confusion on her face.&nbsp; It seemed as if only minutes before he had been called to the Observation lounge to discuss the growing problems of finding a solution to the Chroniton infestation.&nbsp; She had been watching the ships systems and monitoring the shield harmonics to ensure they were protected from any further chroniton emissions as they approached the planet once again, but she was not sure how she had lost track of time.&nbsp; She had let her mind wander, thinking about her time at the academy, and the time she had been bent over the control console in the Astrometrics lab in building forty seven by Tyler Whickam, a large boorish Senior cadet headed for an operations assignment.&nbsp; She thought of how he droved deep into her, pushing her harder and harder against the hard console.<br><br>Dun's entry into the Gatekeeper lab broke her day dream and brought her back to reality.&nbsp; She noticed her heart was pounding a little faster than normal and she felt a bit flush.&nbsp; "Dun, what just happened?&nbsp; Did we find a solution to the Chroniton problem??"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Engineering</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 22:45:55</strong>
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				With his head still on his chest and eyes closed, Dun answered her in a soft voice.&nbsp; "There really hasnt been anything straight forward about this mission, has there, Liara?"&nbsp; He slowly lifted his chin and wrinkled up at her with a wink.<br><br>"As it seems, there are perfect templates of ourselves in the ships memory banks usable by the transporters.&nbsp; It may enable us to 'scrub' the critters loose.&nbsp; Theeen they may travel down the stream of chronitons to the planets surface where the gel packs reside.&nbsp; Its the best we have right now."<br><br>It was so hard to not sleep.&nbsp; Duncan felt like he had been running a marathon all his life to end up here, on his last assignment.&nbsp; They always quipped that once a head engineer, a person you ceased to be, just another solution or part to make the ship run.&nbsp; Thats exactly how he felt too.&nbsp; He knew his first commissioning of a ship may be his downfall, but he would not change a thing nor go back...&nbsp; It had been all worth it to see her take form and set off into the stars with those first timid steps.&nbsp; Look at her now, all sharp and brilliant, aiding them to the end.&nbsp; She was his partner in crime.<br><br>Chuckling cause he could not contain himself, Dun continued.&nbsp; "The theory is sound, Liara.&nbsp; Who knows, maybe these buggers are responsible for that feeling of lost time in your thought process.&nbsp; With luck, we should be all fixed up soon and on our way."<br><br>Dun looked over to the EEH and smiled.&nbsp; "I cant believe the good fortune that you were included in this assignment, Lewis.&nbsp; That took some doing.&nbsp; Your 'father' wasnt ready to let you go just yet!"&nbsp; Chuckling, he continued, "What can you make of the interactions between the ships particles and whats out there?&nbsp; Is there any sort of interaction or are they gathering?&nbsp; Note my interest is curiosities sake only!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Engineering</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>22-03-2011, 17:41:20</strong>
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				<strong>Captain from the bridge</strong><br><br>=/\= Thank you Lieutenant. =/\=<br><br><strong>After success</strong><br><br>=/\= Bridge to Engineering. My appreciation Lieutenant. I’m not dead. =/\=
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Engineering</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NosCorventius</strong> on <strong>02-04-2011, 22:40:03</strong>
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				Multicoloured lights flashed across the EEH hardlight construct that served as the programs face as reports poured in at lightning speeds from the observation lounge, sickbay, the bridge, and even the transporter room. With Ensign Liara monitoring the gatekeeper and engineering systems for spikes, Lewis rerouted and tied system after system together, reconfiguring the holo-emitters to run as microburst transporters, rerouting power from nonessential systems to the filter and containment field units, setting the replicators to mass produce gel packs, and a myriad of other feats of engineering Skill that would have made most flesh and blood engineers cringe. Smiling he tied the entire sequence together and sent the final product to the bridge earmarked for the Captain, Authorization Code: Macnair Alpha Omega. <br><br>" I am the first and the last, the beginning and the end." Lewis quoted solemnly feeling a sense of the religious was somehow appropriate.<br><br>"I cant believe the good fortune that you were included in this assignment, Lewis.&nbsp; That took some doing.&nbsp; Your 'father' wasn't ready to let you go just yet!"<br><br>Lewis looked up suddenly realizing that he had effectively spaced out due to his focus on the setup of the purge of the chronitrons. He had just opened his mouth to respond to the complement when the old man disappeared from the chair he was sitting in. Beside him Ensign Liara also disappeared. He was alone. <br><br>Bathed in the light of yellow klaxons only Lewis monitored the program as it worked. Tree hours later the computer chirped =/\= Chronitron radiation levels zero point zero six two percent. transporter ready to engage final sequence. =/\= Lewis simply replied =/\= engage =/\= and smiled as white flashes of light coalesced into his crewmates. Hmm he thought if this is what it looks like everytime I am turned back on no wonder everyone is creeped out. <br><br>"What can you make of the interactions between the ships particles and whats out there?&nbsp; Is there any sort of interaction or are they gathering?&nbsp; Note my interest is curiosities sake only!" Dun continued like he'd never left; completely unaware that he was no longer a man of ninety but his regular thirty one years. Lewis laughed out right. "Actually sir, the full reports already on your desk. I put it together while you were offline." <br><br>=/\= Bridge to Engineering. My appreciation Lieutenant. I'm not dead. =/\=<br><br>Lewis looked at the ceiling and just shook his head "Least I could do captain. Glad to be of service." <br>&nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Engineering</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>08-04-2011, 01:49:15</strong>
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				Dun laughed, "Offline, aye, I guess we were.&nbsp; I dont recall a thing, Lewis, I guess thats normal in the computers memory buffers?"&nbsp; He had not felt a thing, he knew he was being transported and then he was back.&nbsp; He stood from his chair, youngish and spry, yet once again, stretching stiff and sore joints.<br><br><hr><br>Dun returns to engineering, if only briefly, cause there is a list of parts requisitions coming in for the McNair, more specifically, the Waverider.&nbsp; Anytime a req for parts or equipment involving engineering was sent, it had to be signed by him and the acting CO.&nbsp; He read down the list and was impressed.&nbsp; It was looking like a racing build, what with the antiquated foot rudders...&nbsp; Ensign Cate Cassidy, ah yes, Helmsman...&nbsp; He continued to study the growing list and chuckled.&nbsp; All she needed now and did not know it yet was a wee bit o' Super Dense Dilithium and that baby would be a very powerful asset to the McNair. <br><br>As she worked, so did he, taking a look at the fusion plant the Waverider already had and trying to fit an intermix chamber and all the other necessary bits and pieces to make it work.&nbsp; It would be tight, but it was doable...&nbsp; And the Waverider would get an increase in power that would be substantial, which would give Cate even more to work with.&nbsp; The phasers could be upgraded and they could beef up the shielding.<br><br>Dun was impressed and whistled softly.&nbsp; Leaving the schematic floating in holographic beauty and precision, he left engineering in his chair which was deposited in his quarters for now.<br><br>"I will be in the Waverider should anyone need me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Re: USS McNair - Engineering</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NosCorventius</strong> on <strong>21-04-2011, 05:49:19</strong>
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				Lewis stared down at the screen of his workstation with a look of slight puzzlement.....His orders were to...."take shore leave." <em>Shore leave?!we're in orbit around a planet docked with a space station while Arkaria does have several large bodies of water it seems strange for us to take samples of the shorelines of a known planet.</em> Lewis re-read the order. Their was no mention of ranking officer, reasons for testing, what diagnostics were needed, even the duty schedules were absent....<em>Wait...several key members of command are actually not scheduled at all!!!!</em> Now Lewis knew something was wrong. Either with the orders or with his understanding of the mission. He decided to check before petitioning the EMH to have the Captain removed for Mental Deficiency.<br><br>-/\- Computer, define shore leave. -/\-<br><br>-/\- Shore leave is the leave that professional sailors get to spend on dry land. It is culturally infamous for its excess.<br><br>During the Age of Sail, shore leave was often abused by the members of the crew, who took it as a prime opportunity to drink in excess, indulge in other pleasures denied to them aboard the solely masculine ships, and desert. Many captains were forced to take on new members of the crew to replace the ones lost due to shore leave.<br><br>Various books, films, and songs about sailors on shore leave have been written throughout the 21Th century and continuing into the present&nbsp; including Jean Genet's 1953 novel, Querelle of Brest; Gene Kelly and Stanley Donen's 1949 film musical of Leonard Bernstein's On the Town; and Belgian singer-songwriter Jacques Brel's 1964 ballad "Amsterdam".<br><br>The US singer-songwriter Tom Waits wrote a song entitled "Shore Leave" in 1982, and included it on his album of the following year Swordfishtrombones. As well as describing the excesses noted above, it also details the loneliness that many sailors feel when they suddenly find themselves with free time but without loved ones to share it with. His separation from his wife (he's in Hong Kong, she's back in the USA) is most poignantly put in a beautifully haunting line: "And I wondered how the same moon over this Chinatown fair/ Could look down on Illinois, and find you there". Several Risan films and Songs also mention Shore leave and the pleasure the Risans take in the arrival of "weary souls with unbound morals."<br><br>In the case of species capable of interstellar travel, such as the Federation or Klingon Empire, shore leave has the same basic principle, but is more metaphorical, as a spacecraft crew will not necessarily be disembarking to a planetary location with a shoreline; sometimes said crew will not visit a planet at all, but instead spend their shore leave on a space station with recreational facilities for crewpersons on leave. "Banned from Argo", (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a7mK79i0tF8#) a popular Folk comedy song details a embellished report of the debauchery and chaos caused by the Starfleet crew on shore leave from the Enterprise USS Enterprise NCC-1701. Would you like me to play any of the audio files mentioned?" -/\-<br><br>-/\- "Just the last on please, computer." -/\- <br><br>-/\- " Playing audio file" -/\- the computer chirped before the sound of rapid tinny strings filled the engineering bay and a shaky female voice picked up the Lyrics.<br><br>"When we pulled into Argo Port in need of R &amp; R <br>The crew set out investigating every joint and bar <br>We had high expectations of their hospitality <br>But found too late it wasn't geared for spacers such as we <br><br>And we're banned from Argo every one <br>Banned from Argo just for having a little fun <br>We spent a jolly shoreleave there for just three days or four <br>But Argo doesn't want us anymore <br><br>Our captain's tastes were simple but his methods were complex <br>We found him with five partners each of a different world and sex <br>The shorepolice were on the way -- we had no second chance <br>We beamed him up in the nick of time in the remnants of his pants"<br><br>The grin that brightened up the holograms face as he listened to the lyrics stretched from ear to ear. <br><br>"hmm....maybe I am going to enjoy this shore leave thing after all."
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