Ensign Jaran Jira - Peering Through The Cracks
Jira Jaran
((Karnack Engineering - Deck 4 - USS Karnack))
Cole: If we can’t get the lights one, could we … could we detonate a photon torpedo to create a heat source outside the ship.
Imril: That would make your target very, very hot, yes. But only for a very, very short amount of time. ::Thinking:: But the torpedoes’ EM shielding must still be intact, too, or they’d have exploded already and taken half the ship with them. We might be able to turn their matter/antimatter cells into batteries to help power the ship.
K’Wara: response
Jaran: Hey, I know we have a lot of things on our plate, but I’m getting some real good data off Fuzzy here. It’s possible we could use what I’m getting to develop a better defence against our more angry neighbours.
Cole: ::looking at both officers:: Our team noticed their aversion to daylight, and their attraction to heat. ::beat:: I swear this isn’t because I want to blow something up.
Imril: I’m all for explosions, if they’re useful. Do you know about Project Orion? It was an idea developed on Earth in the Cold War era. Using atomic bombs to generate thrust, by setting them off behind a vessel. We could utilize the torpedoes for that, for an extra boost free of Callis I’s gravity well.
K’Wara: response
Cole: We also noticed they were drawn to our resident telepaths, so time is more of a factor.
A howl reverberated through the ship’s corridors, and Natasha’s shoulders tensed.
Jaran: They’ve found the others.
Natasha pressed her fingers to the bridge of her nose briefly.
Cole: We don’t know that yet. ::too quick:: It could just be movement between decks.
Her tone was sharp.
Jaran: ::softly:: Oh, I'm pretty sure.
K’Wara: Response
Cole: If they’re attracted to heat and telepathic signatures, then we need to make them choose the more tempting option.
A small pause.
Imril spoke gently to Cole.
Imril: Natasha, are you doing alright?
K’Wara: Response
Cole appeared to miss hearing what had just been said. She blinked, too hard.
Cole: ::quieter:: We can’t let them harm anyone.
Her grip tightened on the phaser at her side. Her knuckles paled.
Imril: We’ve got this. They won’t win. We won’t let them.
Something about what Imril said made Jira bristle, but they couldn't place why.
K’Wara: Response
Imril: With what we know now, here’s how I suggest we proceed. I recommend we route the Shuttlecraft Control Room’s power towards the Deflector and forward thrusters. They’re all pretty clustered together, so it’ll save time and materials. Assuming someone's manning the Shuttle Control Room during flight, we wouldn’t even have to link any power lines directly from them to the Bridge. So that’s a step we could skip, if it comes to that.
Jira nodded. It made sense.
K’Wara/Cole: Response
Imril: The shortest route to powering the Bridge would be to do to the Sickbay what we’ve done here, and then link them together. We could most likely assume control of Life Support through Sickbay as well, given the ability to pump medicines and other chemicals into the vents from there. If there’s time, I’d tie at least the Core into that chain, to shore up redundancies. That way, one energy route going down won’t cause the ship’s ‘brain’ or ‘lungs’ to turn back off.
Jira felt a little bit more comfortable in this territory. Sickbay, they knew. They'd studied every schematic a hundred times.
Jaran: I'd be glad to handle Sickbay. I know every system in that room. Not to mention that Quarantine is already powered, and it has its own independent life support systems that I could tap into in a pinch. That wouldn't be enough to support the whole ship, but it's better than nothing.
K’Wara/Cole: Response
Imril: The impulse engines and defensive shield emitters are best powered from right here, because they’re going to draw the most power. Once we have either up and running, we could link them to the port and starboard thrusters. And then port and starboard thrusters to the forward ones. Which will link the Shuttlebay to Main Engineering in a nice, big circle. The last and least necessary step would be connecting the Core/Bridge/Sickbay/Life-Support chain to the Engines/Thrusters/Shields Deflector/Shuttlebay chain. Pure redundancy, but useful redundancy.
Jaran: Listen, you tell me what to do and I'm on it. I know my way around at least the basics of power systems. Enough to follow instructions.
K’Wara/Cole: Response
Jaran: Do we need to be communicating this to the rest of the crew, or are we just kind of going to hope they know what's going on?
Cole/K'Wara/Imril: Response
Jira had started to walk to the damage control console along the wall to check the path to Sickbay when it hit them.
A sharp stab of pain tore through their head. They clutched their head and fell to their knees.
A warm hand on theirs. A narrow Jeffries tube. Flash.
Hands full of equipment. Blue light. Cool air. Flash.
A different pair of hands on a console, here in Engineering. Flash.
It was over in a moment. Fuzzball had run back to cower in its old spot, though.
Jaran: ::groans:: That ::pants:: was awful.
Cole/K'Wara/Imril: Response
They shook their head and stood back up. Jira took the medical tricorder from their belt and began scanning themself.
Jaran: These headaches can't be normal.
When they finished their scan and looked at the readout, they looked at Imril.
Jaran: Lieutenant, a word?
Cole/K'Wara/Imril: Response
Jira walked to a corner of Engineering and stared intently at their tricorder while waiting for Imril to join them. They paced and crinkled their brow while trying to make sense of what they didn't understand.
Tags/TBC