[Repost] Crewman Annamae Barberra: .- -. -. .- -- .- . / -.- -. --- .-- ... / -- --- .-. ... . / -.-. --- -.. . -.-.--

[Wil Ukinix]

(OOC: Repost to correct tag errors, and clarify Annamae’s last tag)

((Flashback – Main Engineering, “USS Centris”, SD 239804.12))

The pitch of the whirring noise from the warp core and its control systems got higher and higher.  Lights flickered throughout the smoke-filled engineering bay.  Somewhere in the haze someone shouted an instruction at someone else.

Pryer: Yavfol, Reset the containment field systems! Now!

Annamae turned from her console to face the engineering chief.

Barberra: No! Are you crazy?! ::To Yavfol:: Sure, If you want to die, then yeah, do what he said.

Pryer: Barberra! Turn around and resume your duties, that’s an *order*.

Annamae ignored the assigned engineering chief. Yavfol stood paralysed, not exactly sure what to do.

Barberra: I mean, sure, death doesn’t frighten me like the rest of you losers, but it does intrigue me.  ::Wicked smile, excited eyes, rubbing hands together:: Let’s find out what happens when we go boom!

Pryer: ::To Yavfol:: Reset containment systems, that is an *order*!

Yavfol: S-sir, Barberra has a point-

Pryer: ::Through clenched teeth:: I don’t care what she says, execute the order as I’ve instructed!

By this stage, the remaining three uniformed people in the engineering bay had turned around and were watching the conversation.

Barberra: Or not.  ::Raises right hand, slightly raised voice::  Who votes we eject the warp core so we can go and get ice cream afterwards?

With her large, dark eyes, Annamae pointedly and menacingly stared at each one of them, finally resting her intimidating gaze on Yavfol.  The Bolian slowly raised his hand while grimacing, knowing he was defying an order.

Pryer: ::Scowl:: I can’t believe this.

Annamae smiled wickedly at Pryer, before the other three people in uniform also put slowly up their hands.

Barberra: ::To Yavfol:: You heard the quorum, eject the warp core!

Without saying anything, the Bolian ran over to a nearby console and frantically pressed buttons on the screen.  The engineering chief watched Yavfol, before turning back to Barberra with an expression of fury.

Pryer: ::Through grimaced teeth:: You pain in the ass.

Annamae tilted her head down and smiled wickedly at Pryer just as the engineering bay was filled with the sounds of multiple clamps hissing.  A few seconds later the entire bay vibrated as the warp core slid out of view, into the space outside.

Suddenly everything froze.  The smoke stopped in place.  The holodeck doors materialised, and a female human officer in gold wearing two solid pips and one black pip walked through.

Hauritz:  ::sarcastically:: Congratulations, Cadets, you’ve stopped the ship from exploding, and have given yourself a second chance at finding a way to deliver the much-needed medical supplies to Galor IV.  ::Looking at Annamae:: You’ve also booked a hypothetical court martial in front of three holographic commanders of flag rank for mutiny, ::click of fingers at Annamae:: in my office, *now*.

Pryer: ::Angrily:: You’re an *idiot*, Barberra.

Hauritz: ::To Pryer:: You should shut your trap while you’re ahead-

In the time that Hauritz had started speaking, Annamae had quickly paced over to Pryer so that her face was somehow within a centimetre of his, even though she was a good eight centimetres shorter than him.

Barberra: ::To Pryer, deep tone:: I will *beam* you out into space for a microsecond, and then beam you back to let you have one second of air, and then I’ll repeat that a thousand times.

Lieutenant Commander Hauritz simply shook her head in astonishment.

Hauritz: ::Flatly:: Isn’t it good to see everyone getting along.  Barberra, you best follow me *now* if you want to live, the rest of you, dismissed.  We’ll run the simulation again this evening.

The remaining cadets groaned at that news as they walked out of the holodeck.

Barberra: ::Calling out to cadets:: Enjoy your ice creams, you’re welcome!

((End Flashback))


((Engineering, Deck 2, USS Independence-B))

A fairy winged and cat-eared Annamae had been standing (before floating when gravity went out) in the corner, observing the goings on around the bay.  And there were lots of goings on in the sudden disastrous environment.

oO Brilliant. Oo

She quietly observed as the blonde-haired Ensign looked around.  After finding a small piece of metal of some sort, he went back to the door and started tapping it.

Richards: .... . .-.. .-.. --- ..--.. / .- -. -.-- --- -. . / - .... . .-. . ..--..
(OOC: Hello? Anybody There?)

The Ensign then let himself float free of the door. Without the others realising she was there, she decided it was time to move from observing to helping.

Barberra: Maybe we could establish a console link with the bridge.  I did that at the Academy once to… ::trailing off:: oO Send rude messages during a simulation to the short angry Andorian cadet who told me I was annoying Oo … communicate.  If we can establish a link, we could send morse code that way.

The Ensign in gold turned around, along with the Lieutenant also in a gold uniform.

Reade: Ah, Hello Barberra. That could be a good way possible. 

The Lieutenant knew her name, evidently.  That wasn’t the first time that people had known her name without her having met them before, largely from being infamous.  From the reports that came through to Commander Ukinix’s desk, she guessed the person was Lieutenant Scotty Reade.

Petras: Response

Barberra: Ignore my red uniform, I can do engineering things.  What can I do to help, sirs?  ::To Richards:: Is your hip OK?

Richards: Peachy. ::chuckling:: I think we should worry about our current situation before my hips.

Annamae’s time at the academy, and then subsequently at Starfleet Technical Services, had meant she had done the basic medical training that every officer and/or enlisted crew went through.  She turned her head sideways to look at the blood that had coagulated on the Ensign’s hip.  He probably needed to be treated, and soon.  Her eyes lit up a little at seeing how gross it looked.

oO Amazing. Oo

Reade: Ok, I think we should give this a shot. Me and Nathan will work on your theory, I need you to go check the warp core. With us being on emergency power, I am slightly worried.  

Richards: Yes, sir.

Annamae’s eyebrows shot up in surprise at the order.  Sending a crewman over to handle the warp core?  Not that she couldn’t manage it, she’d performed well in Propulsion Engineering at the Academy.  But, as she had been told in an angry raised voice by Lieutenant Commander Hauritz just over a year earlier, “ORDERS ARE ORDERS!”

Barberra: If you say so, sir.

She pushed off a nearby console, to float her way over to the silent and dead warp core, ensuring to flex her back muscles so that it looked like she was using her fairy wings to fly.

Reade: Since we do not have any comms, we are going back to the old days. You will just need to come back and relay some info to us.

Annamae reached the railing near the warp core, and then turned around to look at Lieutenant Reade who was several metres away.  She then looked around at the small-ish engineering bay of the Defiant class vessel, before putting her hands to the sides of her mouth to amplify her voice.

Barberra: ::Hands at side of mouth, raised voice:: Or I can just shout to you like this!

Reade: Thank you.

Barberra: ::Hands at side of mouth, raised voice:: You’re welcome, sir!

Reade: Lets test this theory out. We can use the …

(OOC: Removing most tags between Reade and Richards for this part as Annamae tunes out of the conversation, but anyone else in the scene should keep them in!)

Allowing the conversation between Reade and Goldie (the nickname she decided to give the blonde-haired Ensign who’s name she didn’t yet know) to fade into the background, Annamae turned to the only console that was operating, its screen flashing an error message in red.  She tapped a few times, only for the screen to go black and then repeat the same error message. 

Annamae licked the back of her hand and then preened her fake cat ears while pondering what to do next, before she pulled herself down to a panel below the console and unfastened several clamps.  After a couple of tugs, the panel came off.  She looked at it with disdain, screwed up her nose, and then threw it over her shoulder allowing it to float away.  With bare hands she ripped at a conduit and shifted a few isolinear chips between sockets, before the console came to life again.  The cat eared crewman then grabbed at the console screen to pull herself up.  It still flashed an error message, but with a few taps the console was now in diagnostic mode.  Some command line entries entered into an on-screen keyboard brought up a new LCARs screen, before a sequence of taps rebooted the terminal into a diagnostic mode.  From there, she was able to finally get warp core information to appear.

Richards: Oh S#!%!

Goldie’s cursing made her look over at him and Scotty for a moment.  The generators were down. She returned her mental focus to the LCARS screen.

Bypassing any warnings that popped up, Annamae managed to get a diagnostic status report on the warp core.  Containment systems were still operating thankfully, which meant that there was no need to eject the warp core.  For a moment she wished Cadet Pryer was there looking over her shoulder so she could tell him that this time she wasn’t going to eject the warp core, but “your face instead.”

There was a problem though.  While the warp core itself was okay, the diagnostics were telling her there was not such good news… upon hearing a generator whirring back into life, Annamae pushed off from the console back to Reade and Goldie, flapping her wings as she made her way back.

(OOC: Annamae re-joining the conversation here)

Richards: I can start supplying power to certain systems now. It looks like Comms is down for the count for the moment. The lockdown will have to be lifted from the bridge using command codes. But I might be able to restore a majority of the ships systems including lighting and life support.

Reade: Response

Richards: The Warp core is completely offline. Antimatter containment was maintained by the emergency power. It might take a couple of hours to bring the core back up. 

Barberra: 1 hour to be exact.  I’ve kicked off the preinitiation sequences.

Reade: Response

Barberra: But that’s not the problem.  Warp control systems are badly damaged.  It will take *at least* fourteen hours to repair them.  Once the warp core comes back up in an hour, it will be a highly sophisticated decorative accessory. ::Looking at Nathan’s blood marks on his hip, slight smile:: You want me to look at your hip, sir?  I’m sure there’s a medical kit around here somewhere.

Richards: My hip will be fine, crewman. 

Which meant the blood stains would be visible for longer.

oO It looks disgusting. ::Mental fist pump:: Oo

Barberra: ::Slight wicked smile:: Suit yourself.

Richards: I’m going to start supplying power to the ships primary systems, slowly. I will start with lighting and the main computer core. Let’s get communications going in some way.

Reade: Response

Barberra: Sir, the only propulsion we can even think about right now is impulse.  But we’re blind without navigation systems and sensors, so that’s kinda redundant.

Reade: Response

Barberra: I agree with Ensign Goldie, we should try communicating with – well anyone, really.  Even with non-corporeal beings if they’re the ones responsible.  ::Shutting eyes, raised metal fingers:: Oh dark alien beings, if this is your doing, we bow down to thee and ask if you can provide us with long range sensor scans.  Even short-range ones if that’s not too much of a diversion from your daily tasks of terror.

Reade/Richards: Response

Barberra: ::Enthusiastic tone:: I studied morse code as a kid, I can do it sir!

Annamae floated over to the console, and began tapping out a message: . -. --. .. -. . . .-. .. -. --. / .... . .-. . / -... ..- .-.. -.- .... . .- -.. ... / -.. --- .-- -. .-.-.- / .--. --- .-- . .-. / -.-. --- -- .. -. --. / -... .- -.-. -.- / --- -. .-.. .. -. . .-.-.- / .. ..-. / .- -. -.-- --- -. . / --- -. / -... .-. .. -.. --. . / .--. .-.. . .- ... . / ... . -. -.. / .... . .-.. .--. .-.-.- / .- -. -.. / .--. .. --.. --.. .- .-.-.-

Reade/Richards: Response

Any Bridge?: Response?

Reade/Richards: Response

Tags/TBC!


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Crewman Second Class Annamae Barberra
Liaison Officer for the Starfleet Attaché
Amity Outpost
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