What's That Sunny?

Posted on 08 Feb 2012 @ 12:56am by Command Master Chief Markum Quinn
Edited on on 10 Feb 2012 @ 7:05am

969 words; about a 5 minute read

Mission: Episode 00 - Pre-Deployment
Location: San Francisco Fleet Yards/USS Galileo
Timeline: Day-2, 1400

[ON]

Markum walked through the security checkpoints uninhibited this time. The Ensign that he had his run in with just the night before nodded and replied very respectfully, "Good-afternoon Chief. How are you?" Markum replied with a smile, and a firm handshake after snapping to attention. "Fine Ensign, fine. Thanks." Markum continued on his way to the vessel. His hands were sweating, he had butterflies and was almost going to laugh out loud until he saw it.

Markum walked up on the remaining scaffolding and next to a Chief Petty Officer, "What are you trying to do here Chief Petty Officer, blow up the entire aft section of this vessel?" The CPO spun around with a curse on his lip, but it never made it all the way out when he noticed the rank of the insulter. "Ahh, no Chief, not at all, but it's the fastest way to load the torpedoes into the magazine." Markum looked at him with a bit of confusion upon his face. "What? Why not use Transporter Room Two. From there it's just down a short corridor to the Torpedo Magazine." The CPO shook his head, this couldn't be good. "Transporter Room 2 is inoperable at the moment Chief. we have someone lookin....." "Inoperable? Someone, looking at it? Chief Petty Officer whoever you are. Are you assigned to this ship as crew, or are you Yards staff. Not another Torpedo is going to be loaded into this ship until the Transporter is operational. One of your juvies gets careless and does something stupid, this whole place will be farmland." Markum left the Chief Petty Officer speechless as he descended into the ship.

Markum walked through the cargo bay and into the turbolift. "Deck-Four." The door opened and Markum walked toward his destination. As he entered transporter Romm-2 he was beheld by several enlisted, and two junior officers. All were standing around asking what they should do next, or what went were. The panel was off the main control board, and two pads were removed. It only infuriated the Senior Chief Warrant Officer further. He walked to the group of loiters and spoke. "Sirs, Mates. Looks like you either are trying to fix the transporter, or someone broke it even worse. Which is it?" On of the officers smiled and approached the old engineer. "Hey Chief. I'm Ensign Crow. We are trying to fix it, but we are missing the manual. Besides, we have the Docks Transporter Chief Coming to take a look at it. He should be here by tonight. So we are just trying to..." Markum placed his hand on the young man's shoulder. "Sir, with all due respect to you and the Lieutenant j.g. over there, this is a disaster. You are an engineer right?" Ensign Crow nodded hesitantly, and the other officer shook his head, "I'm Tactical Chief." Markum sighed, "Well, no one is perfect sir. Maybe you could go check on the group of crewman that are attempting to bring the torpedoes through the cargo bay turbolift. I think they need an officer, and we have Ensign Crow to supervise us sir." The two officers looked at one another and nodded. Now only one junior officer left to deal with, and all these crewman and petty officers third class.

"Okay," asked Crow, "So what's next Chief?" Markum already liked the kid. "Well, first we need to locate the major malfunction, and then trace it to all secondary and tertiary systems." He looked at the enlisted standing closest to the transporter pads. "You three. Get over there and put those back together. And do it right, if the annular confinement beam doesn't register properly whatever gets transported over here will end up looking like a Klingon gourmet dish." The three chuckled a bit and went to work with an "Aye-aye Chief."

Markum and Crow walked to the open panel, along with the remaining two crewman. Markum go down on all fours, followed by the rest of the observers. Despite his intolerance, and occasional brashness, the Chief Engineer enjoyed teaching. It was a passion of his to pass down his knowledge to the younger generations. He pulled out a small light pointer and shined it into the opening. "See that big blueish jelly looking thing" that's one of the neural gel packs. That there is the ODN that connects to the the Heisenberg Compensator. Now, it should connect to the molecular imaging scanner that sits over top the transporter pads. Now, this is not connected properly through the ODN/neural network cable relay." Markum nodded to Crow, while handing him a small screwdriver and pointing to the relay, "That bad boy there sir, needs just a quarter twist port. Then that cable can be connected to the compensator." Ensign Crow did exactly as instructed, and then with a small "Hummmmmm" noise, the circuitry light up and the transporter came alive. "Excellent work Ensign Crow. You;;l make a good engineer yet ,after I un-teach what the Academy taught you. Filthy habits they learn you." smiled the Chief. "Thanks Chief. I learned in the Academy that you old timers are all full of interesting ways around the book. I guess they were right." Markum laughed and tapped his combadge =/\=Galileo to Docks Loading supervisor. Transporter Two is up and running. Ensign Crow is going to oversee the transport of the remaining torpedoes into the magazine.=/\= After a short pause, they were given a reply. "Aye-aye. Ensign Crow, we will contact you in a moment with the transport coordinates.=/\= Markum slapped Crow on the arm, "Once again, sir. Great job. It'd love to stay and tell you lies, but I already spoke to my child's mother today. It's chow time for me."

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CWO Markum Quinn
Chief Engineering Officer
USS Galileo

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