Commander Juriton - Imitation is the sincerest form of failure
Wil Ukinix
((Science Laboratory 2, Deck 11, UAW Enterprise))
Enterprise. The ship was anything but enterprising.
As Juriton crossed his arms and stared at the bio-neural gel pack that was in a containment field on the large lab table, he was glad they hadn’t gone with naming the ship Voyager as some had proposed. The under designed monstrosity that lay before him on that lab table, currently undergoing a slow series of scans, was an insult to that fine vessel and its crew.
No, *this* gel pack was a poor imitation. More than that, it was representative of the team that designed them. Rushed, under tested, and not ready for use in the new UAW vessel that was to be their flagship.
During the ship’s rushed design, the Terrellian had warned the design team leaders of many, *many*, shortcuts that had been made, both scientifically and engineering-wise.
He himself had worked long hours for many years before the ship’s launch, causing him to miss being a spectator at the first ever Antaran Class Rally race, part of the overall expanded season, that had been hosted by Amity Outpost. The very civilisation that the UAW had tried to replicate, and he was too busy trying to fix design issues, that he couldn’t spare the time.
And for his troubles? A ship with more troubles than Irina herself. That rally all those decades earlier, with the fine Delta Flyer, had become legendary for two things - the presence of the Federation, trying to get back to their home, and Irina trying to inflict terror to disrupt the rally and kill spectators.
As a kid, he’d wanted to be a rally driver, but in his teenage years, he realised he just didn’t have the skills - middle of the field was the best he could muster. Instead, he followed his other passion. Science.
But staring at that gel pack, he wished he’d had the talent to become a professional rally driver. Then his first meeting with the Federation would have been at Amity Outpost as a racer. Maybe as teammate to legendary Cav Kato...
Instead, his first meeting with them was asking for help about a pathogen that was taking out the crew one by one, via poor imitation of what Voyager had.
As he watched the console scans, hoping for some sort of sign of “I found a fix” from the computer, he half glanced at the replay of the latest round of the rally that had been held in the space near his homeworld.
Wong/Lor/Varati: Response
He jumped a little in shock, and then turned to face the Starfleet Trio.
Juriton: Apologies. I did not receive word that you were on your way. But... ::pointing at combadge:: our communications have been failing.
And he hated that combadge. As he gazed at the ones on the Starfleet Officer’s chest, he realised just how big and heavy the UAW ones were in comparison. He’d recommended to the design team that they stick with wall communicators until the combadges were more practical ready to roll out.
But he had been told, once again, to stick to science.
Wong/Lor/Varati: Response
Juriton: I’m Commander Juriton, Senior Science Officer. ::Gesturing:: As you can see, our gel packs looks similar to yours from Voyager, albeit smaller. But that’s where the similarities end.
Wong/Lor/Varati: Response
Juriton: Relax. This is one of our spares. Yesterday, all day, I ran deep bioscans on an infected pack, before we destroyed it. Today, I am running scans on this non-infected pack. I am hoping the computer will be able to pick up something from the results from both...
He glanced over to the wall of text, the deep thoughts from the computer’s algorithms that filled the screen.
Juriton: ... but so far, nothing. They will come to collect this soon to install it, and my chance for a scientific solution will be gone.
Wong/Lor/Varati: Response
Tags/TBC!
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Commander Juriton
Senior Science Officer
UAW Enterprise
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