ILLUMINARRPG: (3, 1848) Engineers Cadet Pria Valar & Ensign Tycho Alantar

[Mel]

Mission: Death in the Shadows

Day: 3

Stardate: 2446.02.03



(USS Illuminar - Engineering - Jeffries Tube 5 - Cadet Pria Valar & Ensign
Tycho Alantar - 18.48)

Tycho had himself wedged tightly. The battle had raged and he’d grabbed his
kit. Keeping their systems running during the battle had been priority, but
now the fighting was calmed and he was taking care of those critical
systems that needed hands-on repairs. Pausing for a moment, he rubbed his
shoulder and neck. He was sore, but experience taught him he had no major
injuries - at least no broken bones or concussion, or anything that would
have him sent to sickbay. He shifted his back against the Jeffries tube
wall, feet planted to leverage his body. He was also clipped to a climbing
rope that was attached to a rung on the wall ladder.

The rather pretty cocoa skinned Trill Cadet came running back into
Engineering as quickly as she could.  She was pointed by Ensign Bohb into
the Tube and she began to climb. “Ensign Alantar? It’s Cadet Valar. I was
sent by Ensign Bohb to assist you?”  She whimpered as a connection exploded
near her and she turned her head to hide her face from the sparks.

A connection snapped and he let out a short grunt as he shook his hand to
clear the numb. After a second he stopped and examined his hand, rotating
it and pumping his fist experimentally, muttering, “Well, that’s not burnt.”


As soon as he had assessed a lack of injury he continued, this time using
the calipers to catch the now obviously shorting plug. He frowned and
thought back, ~it wasn’t like that when he’d reached out~, it must have
been about ready to crack no matter what, and he’d had the luck to do that
very “no matter what”.

Pria finished her climb and perched near him.  “I got taken to triage and
got my cuts and burns repaired. My symbiont is fine too.  What can I do to
help?”

Despite his outcry and complaints, Tycho could take a lot of punishment, a
side effect that many martial artists had in their arsenal after pushing
themselves through enough muscle screaming sessions. When the chips were
down, he could power through just about anything short term at least. So a
small zap from a loose wire wasn’t going to stop him by any means, “No,” he
said, “nothing broken and not even a superficial burn. I have more
important things to continue with, and besides, the medical staff would
either laugh me out of sickbay, or drum me out for wasting their time.”

Pria grinned and shook her head, reaching into the bag she had to take out
her multitool.  “Let’s get going since you are not badly damaged or in need
of repair yourself. Luma’s fretting apparently over the pain and inability
to access her engines on her own. So that is our first priority, Sir.”

He finally looked up to see the cadet and his brain clicked in right after,
“Right, well, I was just working on replacing these relays,” he pointed to
the culprit, “this one got angry at me.” He grinned and continued, “This
whole section needs an eyeball once over. Since you’re here, Bohb must feel
you are able to keep up, because I don’t sit still. You good with that,
cadet?”

Pria laughed under her breath. He didn’t know her very well and the cadets
were his responsibility to take care of. Maybe he thought her as clueless
as the other engineering cadets. But Pria was a joined Trill, she had the
combined memories and abilities of all of her symbiont’s hosts. “I am good
with that Sir.  Two of my previous hosts were engineers. I have a lot of
data to draw on.”

He nodded, “Good, well, I’m here on this one, so climb up and look at the
next.” He pointed up at the next access panel.

Pria nodded and carefully climbed up to the indicated panel. She took out
her special, archaic glasses that she had fashioned and put them on to
begin visually inspecting the panel, relay by relay, chip by chip. Her
first host had been an engineer when chips had been made of porcelain and
gold metal tracings.  The glasses were from that time period on Trill and
allowed her to examine the panels in much finer detail.  Most of the other
cadets would have done this with a tricorder, which she did have out. But
the glasses gave her a better view.

Tycho kept an eye upwards towards the cadet, but turned his attention back
to the opening he was currently poking through. He tilted his head and used
his off hand to shove aside some wiring, his tricorder confirming that no
other pieces were going to snap at him. He could take it, he just would
rather avoid it.

Finishing the panel and replacing the cover, he spoke to the young trill,
“So, cadet, any news I should be aware of? Give me a report.”

“News, Sir?  I told you that I had to go get medical treatment. But
everything is fine. Do you mean personal ah gossip? There is a cute Ensign
in Sciences I’ve had my eye on. He’s rather adorable.” She spoke with a
soft smile.

Tycho crawled up the ladder as he listened, making his way to the next
panel. He grinned and teased, “Ah, sounds like we haven’t been giving you
enough work.”

A laugh, “You’ll notice I haven’t run off to check on him, and I know his
lab was hit. I hope he’s ok.” She grinned and shook her head, thinking
about Skashe Winters.

Stopping on the way past to take a quick look at the work she was doing, he
eyed the twin to the junction that sparked, pointed his tricorder at it and
took a read, “Check these junction points, I don’t want a cascade spark
ruining any evening plans.”

He didn’t have anything to add, as her work was obviously well informed.
Instead he kept up the patter, “So, you trying to catch his eye, or playing
the long game waiting for him to try and catch yours?”

“That is up to him. He’s a physicist and astronomer. And he’s awesome. He’s
some mix of betazoid human and vulcan with these dreamy eyes.”  A little
bit of a shrug as she  continued to work steadily. “Luma, can you run power
through these circuits? Are you able to access them again?” Pria inquired
of the computer.

The Lenai’s voice came around them and it sounded like she was in pain =^=
The Pria and the Valar, yes Luma again has access. Luma will update the
schematics.  Luma wished repairs did not hurt so terribly. =^=

“I’m sorry Luma. I didn’t know that you felt pain like this until the
attacks happened but I’ll work on the problem. I’m the third engineer of
this symbiont and we have a lot of accumulated knowledge.   Maybe Ensign
Alantar can assist as well?” Pria glanced over and down to Tycho with a
grin. She was a very sensual being.

Tycho had continued the work as they chatted, listening in to the
conversation with Luma, and frowning. It wasn’t good to have any team
member in pain, least of all one as vital as the ship herself, “I’m not shy
of difficult work, Ms. Valar, and I would be honoured to do what I can to
ease your suffering, Lady Luma.”


=^= Luma is pleased with the Tycho’s words. =^=

He already had his hands in the next panel as an idea came to him, “Ms.
Luma, does it hurt to turn off circuits? And does it hurt more to turn off
many at once or each one?” His mind was geared up and the wheels turning
furiously. If he were a cartoonish figure one might even see steam exiting
by his ears. He wanted Luma as pain free and functional as possible,
because pain could be a distraction.

=^= Luma needs access to the legs and the power! Luma will not allow the
small ones to remove access to the legs! =^=

The stocky ensign tugged at his beard, staring at the wires in front of him
while his mind rotated the problem like a tetris puzzle. He had learned
over time, that musing in silence wasn’t always useful, so he turned his
voice up to include his comrades, “If we get a static map of all the
problems in a section, re-route the section, shut it down, and work in the
dark to replace the hardware, would that be less painful?

Luma thought a moment =^= Not that chip, the Tycho. Disable the power
circuit. Luma is willing to try this when her Vex’ahlia returns and Luma
feels safe. Luma does not feel safe enough to explore this idea right
now.=^= The Lenai sounded almost as if she had ptsd. Something bad had
happened and she was not handling life well the last few days.

Tycho nodded slowly, “All right, we’ll work as quickly as we can then, and
cause as little pain as possible.” He caught the Cadet’s eye and nodded to
her, “Let’s get this done fast and smooth.”

(No reply needed)

(Posted by Lorenz and Mel)

NRPG: Hi folks, it’s been a while. Between recovering from whatever my
shoulder did, weather keeping me ground down, and some other things hitting
hard, I’ve been dug in a hole for a bit. Thanks, Mel for helping me try to
gear back up again ;)
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