More Power
Posted on Wed May 6th, 2015 @ 3:51pm by Chief Petty Officer Miles Watt [PNPC: Kennedy] & Lieutenant Rianna DiMarco
Mission:
The Night Cries
Location: Main Engineering [USS Farragut]
Timeline: 2278.47: 0700hrs
The guts of the ship was certainly where Rianna DiMarco felt at home and it show. Her shoulders were relaxed, her gait long and unhurried as she toured through the many halls alongside two of the propulsion chiefs. It was a walking conference of sorts. Walking, because there was still much for DiMarco to see. The Farragut's engineering floors were expansive! Conference, because she was dragging the chiefs along to listen to her dissertation on why they were going to go along with her rabbit chase of a plan for eeking a bit more power out of the engines.
The main problem was the language barrier: Ri had always relied heavily on specialists- as the field of engineering had grown so vast that no one could hope to master all of it- and the fact that they out techety-tech talked her so much that she felt like her brain would come oozing out of her ears. She couldn't remember being that enthusiastic about engines. Ever. Proud, maybe. Excited? Yes. But they likely had related tattoos in embarrassing places that could glow in the dark.
"Look," she said, stopping long enough to lean over a rail and give them a moment to breathe. "This is the perfect time to make it happen. We're stuck orbiting a planet with jack else to do at the moment. I'm not suggesting anything that hasn't already been implemented on other ships in the fleet. We're actually under utilizing the existing power management systems. What's twisting your knickers so much about the proposal?"
Watt straightened his uniform and looked sidelong at his colleague, Chief Ch'Takka. He straightened himself, trying his best not to look as unfit as he suddenly felt, and found himself longing for his old uniform rather than this new maroon jumpsuit. He found it uncomfortable and had nowhere to keep his breath mints.
The Warp Chief shrugged and turned back to the Chief Engineer. "It's not the proposal, ma'am," he said. "It's the timing. I get that we're not using the engines now, but what if something goes wrong? Wouldn't that put our launch at risk?"
"So long as the refit team did their job right, we won't have any issues with timing. It's documented as being less than two hours between tinker time and test implementation. You guys are geniuses, right? Best of the best? Top of the charts?" If there was one thing that DiMarco knew it was how to pull a team together and talk them up. A good chunk of her job consisted of organizing the right people for the right job and convincing them to give more than a hundred percent. The timing was iffy, but once they got underway, who was to say when that window of opportunity might be open to them again? "I bet you could pull this off in one and blow some shine right up that estimated-time-until-completion's arse."
Watt chewed his lip as his mind raced through the technical requirements of what the new chief wanted. His first instinct was to arc up in defence of the refit team, of which he was a part, but that was quickly soothed by the skillful use of professional flattery and the issuing of a challenge. Miles Watt relished a challenge.
He smiled at Ch'Takka and cocked his head to the left. "What do you reckon, Eli?" he asked. "The Boss has thrown down the gauntlet. Do we pick it up?"
A mischievous grin suddenly stretched across the impulse chief's mouth. "You bet we do, Watt."
Ri clapped her hands together triumphantly. "That's my boys! You two go round up the rest of your squad and get them ready to crack into this while I go get the XO's green light on it. You'll be dancing in no time."
Lieutenant Rianna DiMarco
Chief Engineer
Chief Petty Officer Miles Watt (PNPC)
Warp Chief
Chief Petty Officer Eli'Zo Ch'Takka (NPC)
Impulse Chief
USS Farragut
