Meeting the Blue: Engineering Tasks

Posted on 10 May 2023 @ 10:30am by Lieutenant Leland Hawksley & Lieutenant JG Thex sh'Zoarhi
Edited on on 10 May 2023 @ 10:50am

1,030 words; about a 5 minute read

Mission: S3 Episode 5: Diplomatic Incident/Hydaransz Again (Incidentals)
Location: Engineering Stock Hold, Deck 07
Timeline: Current

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Hawksley finished checking in on the Main Engineering Department. A few checks of critical systems on the Pool Table, his eyes scanning, looking over the coding, any potential problems down the line.

Half of being an Engineer was being an events coordinator. Having to ensure that turbo lifts bring officers to decks, providing the main computer operates the holodeck, replicators, and shield generators receive enough plasma from the warp core. It was a delicate ballet, and Leland liked the Engineering dance.

"Ok. So I have my main primaries here." Leland gestured his large hands at the screen on the table. "Here we have our physical operations, the EMF readouts, shields, generators, conduits of biosystems." Hawksley finished as he stressed the example of his leadership of being a Chief of Engineering to that of his DCEO.

"Any questions thus far, Thex? Remember, the more questions. The more data are available, the best the ship lets us know how well she is doing." Hawksley watched Thex to see if she understood his reasoning. It was hard to read an Andorian for the first time, but Thex seemed real. Well, socially human.

" No sir seems like a similar layout to my last assignment," Thex replied her antenna twitching slightly at the background noise from the engineering bay. " I take it these are the reading for the backup systems?" She added her antenna twitching slightly to the smaller screens to the lefty.

“I am glad, Thex. You understand the systems well enough; I trust this ship to you, Thex. This is the Tomcat here.” Leland punched a few buttons and algorithms in the main system.

Walking into the Engineering Storage Bay for the Tomcat, Leland checked some room sensors for any storage event-related logs in the main. There wasn’t, as he recorded in the star date and his passcodes.

“Computer Access Hawksley Alpha Beta Niner Niner Niner Zero Foxtrot Bravo” He spoke directly to the main computer, allowing for his voice print and codes within Hawksley’s biometrics.

= Confirmed. Access Granted Lt. Hawksley =

Leland accessed the dates and storage components being scanned in the system. Video identification of their Engineering components, spare parts, sensitive equipment, probe systems, hydro, and Di lithium Sections of storage components.

“Thex, we will now visually inspect each row—20 rows. Then you take the first row to scan, identify, and confirm storage imprint according to the data inputs. And I will take the second and alternate between them. Begin scanning.”

Leland then passed special gloves to Thex. “These are part of handling procedures; Starfleet wants these smart gloves to be worn. They monitor your exposure to anything dangerous in the Engineering Storage Bay.”

" Sensible procousion." Thex said as she pulled on a pair of the safety gloves. Her own experience had proven that the federation supply boys had a habit of mislabeling quite a few items. " Ever found anything someone was trying to smuggle onboard during one of these? " she asked her boss as they started work.

"Smuggling. Fortunately, I have not." Leland punched in a few parameters of their search fields. "Though, I am trained in erroneous reports and procedures."

Leland began scanning the concourse of items, stacked and locked in secured places. "Makes me wonder. Have you ever come across any smuggled items?" Smuggled items was a broad term. "Smuggled could be anything from bringing on board a type of gum that is unauthorized." Hawksley shrugged.

"The most common type of smuggled items is viruses, bacteria, flora that has made its way to the Transporter pattern buffers." He nodded.

" Only once," Thex said as she begun going through her own line of sealed crates and barrels. " Found a bag of jewels of sounds once hidden in a secret compartment I didn't know the security chief eyes could get that big when I informed him of them. He had us unpack everything on board the ship to go through everything. "

"That could be an exciting find. Good job." Leland nodded. The Jewels of Sound he had known were around the federation and were addictive.

His eyes scanned the coding of the lines of the crate labels as they went along each row. Each one is checking in on their
padd. At least once a month, he had to do this visual inspection as Chief. He knew the stock well enough and consistently audited.

Thex kept running her scan though she stopped at one crate and gave it a more detailed scan. " The amount of cold and warm weather gear mixed in with each other will never cease to surprise me." She said out loud as she made sure it was logged correctly.

"Expand on that, would you, Thex?" Hawksley asked, his interest piqued as he read through each storage label. "What do you mean by cold and warm gear?" Of course, Leland knew there was cryogenic storage of various compounds, others volatile but tamed for storage under precise parameters. Each level of computer and tricorder scan allowed Hawksley to see inside each storage crate.

" It's cold and desert survival gear." Thex added as she sent the manifest to Hawksley scanner. " Both standard emergency survival gear as well as exploration suits along with spare parts and fluid needed for their operation. Coolant and heating fluids."

After checking the storage, Leland was sure there were no issues to report on his end. He turned to Thex. “How do your scans look.” The rows of lockers were all inappropriate stasis modes, reporting in tandem with the central computer for engineering.

“The only locker used since space dock Is H-721. Inventory has been updated appropriately, and replacement parts have been logged on deck 02 and completed.”

Looking at his wrist chronometer, Hawksley raised a brow.
“Time for lunch in the mess?”

" You read my mind boss." Thex said having just finished her side. With a click she stored the data in the ship's logs and headed for the door.

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