ILLUMINARRPG: Illuminarrpg: (6-0922) EO Ensign John Bigboote

[Al Muir]

Mission:  A cure Delayed
Day: 6
Stardate: 2445.10.30

(USS Illuminar - Deck 10 - Main Shuttlebay - EO Ensign John Bigboote  – 0922)

John had  spent the morning  running diagnostics on the transport shuttles.  He grumbled a little about how nice it must be to be a senior officer and get to take part in every shore leave made available, while the lowly ensigns stay behind to perform menial tasks that have been done a half a dozen times already.  There were few pleasures in the life below decks.  However, he knew one pleasure that was about to happen.

He had been half way through the tear down of the port nacelle of the Columbus when he decided it was time for a break.  He picked up the canteen and took a long deep drink.  That was when the entrance to the bay opened and the youngest engineer he’d ever seen walked in, attempting to cover his obvious difficulty breathing.  He smiled at the thought of him running through the halls, and the impatience of the one level ride down the turbo lift.  The boy walked over to John.

"Excuse me, Sir," he said.  "Can you tell me please where I can find someone named Buckarro?  Engineering sent me to retrieve the oscillation over thruster that he borrowed.”

Mid drink, John was still amazed by the statement.  He coughed and spat out the mouthful of water in a spectacular fountain.

“Who were looking for?” John asked.  “Buckaroo?  Well you’ve found him my boy.”  He slapped the boy on the shoulder.  It was a nickname that he had acquired in his youth, and was easier to say than his actual last name.

“What are you looking for?”  he asked.

(reply Preston)

“Welllll…,” he began sheepishly.  “To be honest I left it in Jeffries Tube 17 Baker on deck 4.  You see I’d been using it to remove the carbonate corrosion on some of the isolinear chips in the power couplings.  If you need it now, I guess you’ll have to go get it from there.  It should be right there,” he said holding his hand out as if he were a magician.

“I’d go get it myself but I’m on the tail end of this nacelle reconstruction which needs to be done by 1030 hours,” he said.  “I’d be happy to go get it myself… but I can’t do both.  If you’d help me with this,” he pointed to the deconstructed nacelle, “then I can help you with your task.”

He put a friendly hand on his shoulder, “After all, that’s what builds a great team.  Helping each other out.”

(reply Preston)
(posted by Al Muir)
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