ILLUMINARRPG: REPOST (02–1324) Vermyx. Tags Bohb.

[Frank Truelove]

Mission: Prelude

Day: 2

Stardate: 2446.03.24


(USS Illuminar — Deck 11 — CEO’s Office — ACEO — ENGJG Vermyx — 1324)


“Sooo,” Bohb said, “let me make sure I got this straight. You have always
been good at fixing things. I can relate to that, as I had a similar
experience of taking things apart to put them back together again, Then you
worked on a Pakled ship. Very interesting, as I have found that Pakleds
are… not very bright. But you were unhappy there and left. You wound up
with the Ferengi. Then you were… arrested?... and given a choice between
joining Starfleet or prison?”


“Didn’t so much as serve on a Pakled ship as I had dealin’s widd’em. Was so
much ‘widd’ da Ferengi … always thought we should just call ‘em Fungi, but
anywho … as I was *near* the best source of moola in the Quadrant. Then I
got pinched by the Marshals when they bum-rushed Daimon Uggug and his gang.
I got roped up along with that mob o’ midgets. I provided evidence against
‘em, and cut myself a deal to avoid clink time in exchange f’r my
oh-so-everlastin’ loyalty t’da Grand Ole Fed! Y’follow?”


“That’s … fascinating,” Bohb said. “Could you clarify a couple of things
for me?” Bohb asked.


“Shoot! ‘S’y’r nickel!” said Vermyx, somewhat relaxed, and starting to put
his feet up on the desk before abruptly thinking better of it.


“What exactly,” he searched his memory for the word, “are simoleans. They
sound like some kind of infection since you have to scrape them off to make
things clean.”


“Simoleans is Abe’s Cabe. Clams. Cabbage. Or, I guess, lettuce if y’like.
Dough. Oday. Scratch. Voot. Y’know? Quatloos ring a bell? Latinum? Cold.
Hard. Cash.”


“Okay, one more,” Bohb said, showing signs of possible frustration.
“Flivver? You stole one? What is it, and why would you take something that
did not belong to you.”


“Look-see. A flivver is what you’d call y’r basic starship. Absolutely
necessary. Vital, even, f’r gettin’ from dustball t’ dustball. Otherwise
space travel involves lotsa long — very long — walks. I’m not much f’r
anklin’ all the way from here t’Alpha Centauri, are you? Anywho, I gots
mine stowed away some place safe, f’r special occasions. Get me?”


“I … see,” Bohb said, not altogether convincingly. “So what would you
consider to be your main focus in engineering?”


“I figure for all their science, Vulcans are probably the worlds’ worst
engineers. Follow me on this, wouldya? LOGICALLY, if somethin’s busted,
you’d just replace it. You can’t know aforehand if you can find what’s
wrong widd da t’ing and, after that, if you can patch it up right anyway.
So … logically … you’d just chuck it and swap it out, right? Well ain’t it
better to at least try fixin’ it first? I’m pretty much lookin’ to do one
or all’a three things:

1. If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.

B. If it is broke, fix it. Obviously.

3. If it’s ‘functionin’ within normal parameters,’ improve it.

Simple! That sound about even?”


(reply Bohb))

(posted by Frank T.)
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