LtCmdr. Shayne: Popping Up For Air (Bridge)

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Mar 10, 2019, 7:18:57 PM3/10/19

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((Deck 11, Main Engineering, USS Eagle))

::As little as he liked to admit it, the small diversion with Wyn Foster had done him good. With a meal in his stomach that hadn’t been constructed from resequenced protein, and an acquaintance/friend in his repertoire, he’d been able to get the first good night of sleep in weeks. It was hardly enough to eliminate the fortnight of fitful evenings, and he was still deeply exhausted, but it was a start, and anything helped. It was like a fresh breeze was blowing through Engineering now, or maybe it was just him that it was filling. Either way, he paused from his comparatively slow labors to admire the warp core that, for the first time, he could truly appreciate as his responsibility, and his pride. Before, it had been a toxic stopgap, an unhealthy fixation. Now, while those elements still remained, he could feel a connection, almost like father and son. It was simply an instrument, and yet, it was so much more. It was good to finally meet the heart of the ship he maintained properly.::

::As he watched, the lackadaisical spiraling of the matter-antimatter drive took on a new vigor, and a whine filled the cavernous room. Going to warp was hardly a rare occurrence, but since he’d received no prior warning, and since this would be their first destination since the Spike (a thoroughly odd place that Shayne wouldn’t mind exploring more of if they ever came this way again) he figured it might be appropriate to get the story himself. Nodding to one of his junior engineers, Shayne exited Main Engineering, and walked toward the nearest turbolift.::

((In Turbolift, on the way to the Main Bridge))

::Without preamble, his combadge chirped.::

Oddas: Mister Blackwell, Mister Shayne, let's get some detailed scans of that vessel, determine what's broken and what's not - if anything.

::He tapped the arrowhead on his chest.::

Shayne: =/\= Aye, captain- I’m on my way to the bridge now. =/\=

((A few moments later, Deck 1 Main Bridge, USS Eagle))

::Shayne stepped onto the bridge to find Captain Oddas and the crew staring keenly at a form on the viewscreen. Against the vivid black, the hulk was barely visible- only its dim and diminished running lights served to give Shayne any inkling of its size, shape and function. It looked to be comparable to the Eagle in size, but with some bulkier, larger sections that indicated an affection for space.::

Oddas: Being Cautious. Drex, get science to see if we can determine where they are from. Maybe Mister Mika will be helpful?

Drex: Aye, sir. ::tapping her commbadge:: =/\= Drex to Mika =/\=

::As Kayla proceeded to contact her crewmates, Shayne took the Engineering station, and took an extended look at the sensor scans coming in. The vessel before them had taken some damage, consistent with a meteor shower. While the internal construction of the craft was remarkably sturdy, even a small shower could catch unwary individuals in its wake.::

Oddas: Let's see if we can raise them.

::Shayne was glad he was off screen- it would allow him to pick up on visual cues about the ship and the individuals inhabiting it without having to mask his efforts with clumsy and unsuccessful diversions.::

Han/Pavlova: Response

::The sound crackled over the intercom, and Shayne set about trying to clear up the signal.::

Oddas: Response

Anyone: ?

Tag/TBC…

Lieutenant Commander Randal Shayne
Chief Engineer