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Engine trouble already?!

Posted on Mon Sep 25th, 2017 @ 8:39pm by Captain Nisea & Lieutenant Christopher Jones & Lieutenant JG Yla Marloen & Lieutenant Tempestava th'Zorati
Edited on on Sun Oct 8th, 2017 @ 10:45pm

Mission: Episode 1: The Gamma Quadrant Awaits...
Location: Various

The opening of the Bajoran wormhole was always a spectacular sight, no matter how often one witnessed it – it was always something to marvel, even when aboard a vessel as large as the Galaxy-class USS Solaria. Today was no different as the mouth to the wormhole opened and the Solaria slid out of the aperture and into open space of the Gamma Quadrant, several other vessels in close pursuit. Three Antares-class Federation freighters and the Excelsior-class USS Proxima fell into line behind the much larger flagship at the head of the convoy as they changed their course to take them in the direction of Deep Space 11. Once there, the convoy and the Solaria would go their separate ways.

On the bridge of the magnificent Galaxy-class vessel, the ships commander stood at the aft engineering display along with the ships assistant engineer. The two of them reviewed a number of different schematics and readings as the ships other officers carried out the responsibility of navigating the ship to her destination. “How are the changes holding out?” the Captain of the ship queried, her arms crossed defensively across her chest as she regarded the Andorian assistant.

"Well ma'am, the shunts look to be holding. We should have warp power at your disposal," Lieutenant th'Zorati suggested, but she didn't want to be the one to make the final call.

Nisea, more than a little agitated at the constant stream of difficulties of late, turned to stand beside the relief tactical officer at the tactical rail that surrounded the 'command pit' and tapped her commbadge. "=/\=Bridge to Engineering," the Syllian called out.

==[Main Engineering, Deck 36]==

"=/\= Engineering here, Lieutenant Jones," the newly appointed part Trill Chief Engineer replied as he tapped his commbadge. He was stood around the 'pool table' in Main Engineering, still surveying the ship and her problems he inherited from the previous engineer in charge.

"=/\=Are we ready for warp speeds, Lieutenant?" the exasperated voice of the ships Captain filled the engineering bay as several engineers exchanged glances with one another.

Looking down at the display before him, it wasn't going to be the best of news, "=/\= I can give you warp three Captain. The intermix chamber is giving intermittent output. Until we get to the route of the problem, it is the best we are going to be able to do." Topher was just getting to grips with everything. There were so many things on the ship that were just slapped together in some 'repair' for lack of a better word.

There was an audible sigh of frustration from the Captain, followed by the words "=/\=Fine. Make it so," and the tell tale chirp that signaled that the comm channel had been terminated.

"Well, that was a good first impression," Topher said aloud to himself. It couldn't be helped; he needed time to figure out what this ship was all about. As much of a miracle worker he could be, moments into a voyage it couldn't be expected, even from himself and Topher was his worst critic.

==[Bridge, Deck 1]==

Sitting comfortably in her command chair once more, determined not to be on her feet when the ship lurched (because it would lurch, not glide, she was sure of it), into warp. She looked towards the new Flight Operations officer, Lieutenant Junior Grade Yla Marloen. "Lieutenant, take us to warp one and cycle slowly through to warp three. No sudden jolts or movements please. I don't want anything to destabilize the adjustments," the Syllian instructed.

"Rust bucket" Yla mentioned quietly before speaking up clearly, "Yes captain, warp 1 with a steady climb to warp 3." and with that she started bringing the ship to warp and as expected there was clearly movement in the ship as she was not happy to go to FTL speeds. 'These freighter captains must be wondering why we are going so slowly.' Yla thought in frustration, the Solaria had been a large disappointment, not only was she poor at responding to her control outputs, half of the time nothing seemed to work. All that for a pilot who came from a Defiant class vessel was a bit too much.

She kept the speed climbing at the rate of 0.01 per second, at least that seemed to give it the appearance of smoothness, but in reality the Solaria should have been capable to go to warp 8 from a standstill in seconds without most people knowing it had.

Nisea held the arms of her chair tighter as the ship approached warp three, in the hope that it would eventually settle down and she would be able to make the rest of her journey unscathed.

"We are at warp three and holding steady," the Assistant Engineer reported from the aft engineering station.

Nisea took a deep breath and relaxed a little.

As was typical of the Solaria of late though, nothing ever went to plan.

There was a sharp jolt and a few seconds of juddering movement and the Solaria crew suddenly found themselves at a standstill once again. This whole voyage was turning into a disaster.

Nisea rose from her chair and looked at th'Zorati, a look that made the Andorian scarper from the bridge as fast as her legs could carry her.

"Contact the Proxima and tell them to carry on without us. We'll catch up when we can," Nisea instructed to no one in particular before marching off to her ready room.

"What a god damn heap of junk, which brilliant idiot decided that not scrapping this ship was a good idea." Yla said when the captain was gone. She then put her feet up on the console and lit one of her cigarettes, surely a little smoke was not going to make this heap of junk any worse and the environmental controls would clean the air in an instant anyway, if they worked.

==[Main Engineering, Deck 36]==

Minutes later, th'Zorati sprinted into a hectic looking engineering bay and located the chief. "The Captain is not happy," was all she could muster before collapsing on to a stool and taking some deep breaths.

"The Captain isn't the only one," Topher replied as he looked up from his control console, "the fact this ship hasn't shaken itself apart thus far is a miracle, to say the least. How this ship was allowed to leave a space dock with this level of repairs, I don't know. In fact, I wouldn't even call them repairs, that is an insult to real engineers. Patch jobs, that's it. A ship full of patch jobs." He was shaking his head and wondering how easy it was to request a transfer so quickly after being assigned, "Either someone high up hates the Command Staff and wants to spite them, or someone out there hates me." Topher threw the PADD he had in his hand down on the console in frustration, "The Captain can come down here and see what we are working with. Maybe then it will be appreciated that we actually made it into warp in one piece."

 

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