Ensign Ollie Bergmen - Scientist, Engineer and OPS walks into pod… Part 2
CPT Arianus
(( Turbolift enroute Sensor Pod - USS Artemis ))
Olli found the path to the top of the mountain, known as "the sensor pod," to be much more challenging than he had anticipated. The first turbolift he took from deck thirteen clearly indicated that he would need to take another one to reach his destination. Thankfully, the LCARS navigation system was extremely helpful in guiding him along the way.
Bergmen: =/\= ...take a team and arrive at the sensor pod, Kowalski. There is some SAR op and they need to adjust sensors or something. Ok? =/\=
The turbolift's door beeped, signaling the arrival of the cabin, prompting Ollie to close the channel before the door opened.
Bergmen: =/\= Bergman out. =/\=
As the cabin door opened, Ollie entered and maneuvered himself to squeeze in next to the Vulcan commander in the gold uniform. The door closed, and the cabin continued toward its destination, maintaining its speed, likely heading to the same place.
Before long, the Vulcan started to take notice of him.
Salkath: Ensign. ::curt nod of greeting:: Are you enroute to the sensor pod as well?
Bergmen: Aye sir. Lieutenant Gnai recalled me to assist with sensor recalibration.
Salkath: The need for prompt sensor resolution must be great, then. Your expertise will be most advantageous. ::pause:: You DO have expertise, yes?
Ollie turned to the commander, still smiling, even though the Vulcan's comment hurt his ego. Yes, it was true that his slender, ectomorph figure, and the long neck in conjunction with the face that was suitable for a teenager with a barely issued ID, made him an easy target, but hearing it put so bluntly stung.
Bergmen: Yes, sir. I received commision as an OPS Officer, so the topic of sensor calibration was within my OCS.
Commander raised an eyebrow.
Salkath: Your assistance will be most advantageous, as I said.
Ollie was instantly embarrassed by his quick, feisty temper. He nervously bit his lips, hoping that the turbolift ride would end soon.
(( Sensor Pod - USS Artemis ))
As soon as the turbolift doors slid open, the automated maintenance bay of the sensor pod appeared. The space wasn't designed for regular human habitation; it was computerized, darker, and colder, offering minimal comfort to the living. Their home for at least the next couple of hours, just a dream place for any vacation.
Ollie was the first to exit the turbolift as his toolbox made it almost impossible for the commander to squeeze around the ensign. Ensign noticed he wasn't the first to arrive as he caught sight of an exosuit in Starfleet colors. As he looked up, he recognized the shadow contour inside as Lieutenant Gnai, indicated by the full and empty pips on the suit's chest.
Gnai: Thank you for coming. ::pointing to the various consoles:: These have been impacted by the radiation in the Celendi Nebula. Commander Jovenan has ordered the recalibration of the long and mid-range sensors. ::pause:: There’s a missing ship that needs to be found.
In the given situation, Ollie understood the seriousness of the crisis that the lieutenant had summoned him into. Getting lost in a nebula during an emergency was never a favorable scenario, whether you were on a freighter or a Starfleet vessel.
Bergmen: I've called in our sensor maintenance team to help out. With more hands on deck, we can come up with a quicker and more effective solution. In the meantime, I'll investigate and diagnose the immediate issue, if I may, sir?
Ensign looked at the commander and the lieutenant. Although he wasn't too concerned about who granted permission, being the lowest rank in the area meant he needed approval from at least one of them.
Salkath: It may be a matter of manual calibration rather than mechanical repairs. However, I have provided a full suite of tools and implements should it come to that.
Gnai: Response
Ollie nodded, then shouldered the toolbox and set it down on the ground.
Bergmen: Aye, sir. ::still stood in place:: May I ask, lieutenant, is this still hope for search and rescue, or we are heading for the recovery scenario?
Gnai: Response
Ensign nervously nodded and headed to one of the consoles. He activated it and started running program logs on the screen. Commander with the lieutenant joined him soon after and started work on their own diagnostics.
Salkath: Do we know which polity the ship belongs to? It could help us in calibrating the sensors if we know the primary hull composition or specific components to target on.
Ollie glanced away from the screen and turned to the lieutenant, waiting for a response that could potentially assist in identifying the vessel they were searching for, or at least provide some direction for the search efforts.
Gnai: Response
On the second display, Bergmen immediately brought the ship's in question diagram and began analyzing the safety and emergency systems on board.
Bergmen:.Lieutenant, have we picked up their signal from the Automated Distress and Safety System? ::turns to Salkath:: If we can get the long-range sensors working, we could ping it for a response, right, commander? This would give us a more precise location on which we can then focus our search for…whatever specific metal composition you want to find.
Salkath/Gnai: Response
Ollie nodded and started to analyze the specifics of ADSS to identify the specifics of the signal the device was emitting. Lives were at stake and time is of the essence. Ensign barely noticed when the turbolift door opened for the third time that day. The sound of footsteps spreading across the otherwise silent room caught his attention, prompting him to look back to four enlisted men in gold striped overalls led by POII Kowalski.
Bergmen: Kowalski, lieutenant and commander will need your assistance, so follow their commands.
He didn't even wait for a response. Ollie turned back to the console screen in front of him. Kowalski simply raised his eyebrows, choosing not to comment on the officer's attitude. Instead, he turned to Gnai to see where they were needed.
Salkath/Gnai: Response
TAGS/TBC
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Ensign Ollie Bergmen
Operations Officer
U.S.S. Artemis-A
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