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Post by Tassadar Locke on Mar 28, 2009 0:11:53 GMT -5
Tassadar stood atop the small lab deck that over-looked the main engineering bay, his arms crossed over his chest. Quietly, he watched the engineering staff work, observing those that worked hard, screwed around, and walked around aimlessly. Luckily, and thankfully, most of them did their jobs. Or at least pretended to. That was acceptable during relaxed situations such as this.
He glanced at the chrono display on the nearby console; sighing imperceptibly. It displayed the Doctor's message, instead of the time. "Damn," he uttered softly; speaking to himself. Might as well get it over with, he surmised.
He grabbed his uniform jacket, and slung it over his shoulder, as he used the exit on this level. With a slow and deliberate pace, he made his way to sickbay.
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Post by Tassadar Locke on Apr 2, 2009 22:34:59 GMT -5
The heavy doors to Engineering parted just as he neared them. Passing through the doorway, he looked over to the nearest member of his staff. A simple course adjustment brought him to the Crewman's side. "Crewman Yaril, I have a new chair for the helm station being replicated. Once it's ready, I'd like you to oversee the install." The crewman nodded, and made his way towards the industrial replicators.
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Post by Ensign T'Lana on Jul 28, 2009 13:48:42 GMT -5
The doors parted and T'Lana stepped off the turbolift and into her new workplace, Main Engineering. She'd always been fascinated with how things worked and training into engineering gave her curiosity an outlet. Her emerald green eyes took in the view of the brand new equipment and people walking about. Her eyes spotted a lieutenant, the highest ranking officer in the area. She approached him.
"Ensign T'Lana, reporting for duty, sir," she said calmly and offered him the PADD. As he took it, she stood at attention, facing him.
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Post by Tassadar Locke on Jul 28, 2009 15:31:01 GMT -5
He turned to face her, his dark eyes taking her in. A slight quirk of his eyebrow as he considered her. "Welcome to the Chimera, Ensign. I am Chief Engineer, Lieutenant Tassadar Locke. Right now, we finishing up systems tests before launch. Pick a system, and get to work. Any questions?"
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Post by Ensign T'Lana on Jul 28, 2009 16:24:51 GMT -5
"No, sir," she replied. She nodded as he turned from her. T'Lana quickly walked over to a group that was calibrating the warp core and picked up a PADD of the core's test readout. Lt. Locke seemed like a no-nonsense type of supervisor and assumed he would be running a very tight ship in Engineering.
She tapped the PADD, scrolling through the readout of the warp core in the glow of the cerulean blue light it emitted. So many others she knew found Engineering to be boring math and numbers, but she loved the tasks of learning how things worked. Spotting a slight miscalculation in the ratio of oxygen to dilithium, she set to work correcting the forumla.
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Post by Tassadar Locke on Jul 28, 2009 21:44:17 GMT -5
His gaze followed T'Lana as she moved away from him and went to work. His gaze lingered for a few moments, before he turned away. She seemed like she could be a welcome addition to his staff. As he mentally considered her place in the long run, he angled towards Crewman Peterson. "Peterson, step back and think about the line of code you are writing. BEFORE you enter it, and kill half the people on this ship."
The crewman stuttered for a moment, before Locke raised his hand to silence him. "I understand this is all new, and you are still learning. But you really need to think about these things. Take an hour off, go to the holodeck, and finish what you were doing here. See what happens. Go. Now."
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Post by Ensign T'Lana on Jul 29, 2009 9:14:42 GMT -5
She silently listened to Locke's words as he spoke to Peterson. He would be very efficient. He also had a very fascinating method of teaching. As Peterson headed out she thought that was a rather excellent way of showing someone the results of their actions.
The sensor on the warp core beeped and the ran the output formula once more. Everything seemed to be calibrated properly now. She downloaded the results into the PADD and looked around for another area in Engineering that might need her attention.
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Post by Tassadar Locke on Jul 29, 2009 23:23:47 GMT -5
He rubbed the bridge of his nose as Peterson walked off. Why, oh why didn't that boy learn? "Computer, enter the line of coding from this console into the command system. Note the code writer as Crewman Daniel Peterson; and log it in his file." He cleared Peterson's authorization from the console, and walked off.
Crossing the bay, he moved to stand at the console that was built into the railing that ringed the warp core. He logged into the system, and ran a quick check of the warp core's control systems. Overall systems were operating well within their parameters. Perfect. With a slight smirk, he walked towards the shield control area.
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Post by Ensign T'Lana on Jul 31, 2009 23:27:12 GMT -5
As she examined the most recent efficiency reports of the main thrusters, she heard a small beep on a nearby console. She reached a slim finger out and tapped the button. The message that scrolled down the screen indicated that the temperature setting on a replicator in the Dew Drop Inn Lounge was causing the food to come out too warm. She tapped another button acknowledging the problem and sending a reply that someone would come repair it immediately. She reached for a portable tool kit stashed beneath a work bench and logged out of her station. "Lt. Locke, there is a minor malfunction with the replicator in the Dew Drop Inn Lounge. The repair will only take a few minor adjustments and not longer than ten minutes."
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Post by Tassadar Locke on Aug 2, 2009 21:52:41 GMT -5
He pursed his lips together, before turning to look at T'Lana. A slight frown formed, taking over the purse of his lips. "Again? That lounge is going to be a pain in the ass. Tell O'Malley to stop taking them apart, or I'll take the lounge off line."
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Post by Cmdr Chris Kirk on Aug 3, 2009 21:34:40 GMT -5
The turbolift deposited him on deck 4, just outside main engineering. Walking into the large room, he looked around to take it all in, then, after spotting Locke, headed over in his direction.
"Chief," he called out. "Got a minute?"
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Post by Tassadar Locke on Aug 3, 2009 21:39:30 GMT -5
He spun on his heel, and turned to face the Commander. This was only the third time he and the XO had come face to face; so he put on his best smile. "For you, Commander; I have several. How can I be of service?"
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Post by Cmdr Chris Kirk on Aug 3, 2009 21:47:52 GMT -5
"Well," he started. "The lovely fellows at Starfleet Command have pushed up our launch date. Better yet, we don't even get a real shakedown cruise; we'll have to do it on our way to Pride Landian. Can you have us ready to launch in twelve hours? Cause, that's all you got."
He smiled innocently at his last comment.
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Post by Tassadar Locke on Aug 3, 2009 22:10:39 GMT -5
He chuckled softly, nodding his head. "I never dreamed that we'd get an actual shakedown cruise, sir. And the twelve hours is more than doable. You know; I'll have us ready in ten. We can have an hour or two of shakedown time on our way out. Does that work for you, sir?"
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Post by Cmdr Chris Kirk on Aug 4, 2009 2:09:03 GMT -5
He nodded and offered a grin. "That'd be perfect. I'm sure the captain will love to hear that. Speaking of the captain, he'll be calling a meeting of the senior staff shortly."
He took another moment to look around engineering, which he had only been in a couple times so far, and never when it was this busy. He smiled again, then looked back at Locke.
"Any issues I should know about? Everything and everyone working out okay?"
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