((Floor 40, I-Dorf Kiyoria, I-Kiyo Dyson Ring))
Lahl: Just making sure.
Tr’ac’i 42: Any other questions?
Herrick: Perhaps, just your name. We didn’t properly exchange introductions when we first met.
Richards: I’m Anton. ::smiling::
The Trill snorted and turned her laugh into a cough.
Tr’ac’i 42: It is unnecessary for the purposes of your visit.
Their host suddenly disappeared with that comment, leaving Kimonzi looking at where they had stood confused and looking for holoemitters.
Richards: It was nice to meet you.
Lahl: It would be creepy if she could hear you.
((The next morning))
Kimonzi had put on the robe at the first opportunity that she found. Looking at herself in the mirror, she liked the way it looked on her, the blue and red providing a good contrast against her light brown skin.
Unlike the other two members of her team, apparently, she slept amazingly well, though she was disconcerted when she woke up and found her casual clothes had been cleaned, dried, and folded waiting for her. She did not like the idea of random people just coming into her room, but she did appreciate everything being clean and ready for her when she woke up.
As morning arrived, she joined Lieutenants Herrick and Richards in the transport that was arranged for them, helpfully on the dot of when they were scheduled.
Holo: The information you are to receive is strictly confidential. Unauthorized sharing of this information is subject to imprisonment until death as is governed by the laws of our land.
Kimonzi looked over to the other two officers, and she rolled her eyes as Anton made a shushing motion at her. Like she was going to blab to anyone.
Holo: ::displaying a view of the solar system:: Chronometric aging of the ring has determined that its age is 12,764.21 years. The exact origins of the ring are unknown, much of our recorded history from that era has been lost to time. Our analysis has shown that the shield dome generator is likely to fail in 154.214 days. When that happens, all the atmosphere will be vented into space and the remaining ring dwellers will perish. We do not easily accept the help of outsiders, but we will permit your assistance given this extreme situation. This transport will take you directly to the main shield generators, and these tablets will provide you with all the technical documentation we have available.
Herrick: Well… that was something.
The transport doors opened, and Kimonzi followed the other two out of the transport. They were clearly in an heavy industrial area, as the smell assaulted her nostrils. Additionally, everything around them was metal and grating, with none of the beautification that was seen around the rest of the ring.
Richards: I can’t tell if we are above ground or not.
Lahl: I mean, we’re in a Dyson Ring, does that kind of distinction meaningfully exist?
Herrick: Response
Richards: I’m not sure a map is necessary.
Kimonzi converted a laugh into a cough as she saw Richards’s PADD convert from a map to the countdown timer after his comment.
Lahl: Well, guess we know how much time we have to fix this.
Herrick: Response
Richards: Well I now sort of understand their obsession with time.
Herrick: Response
Lahl: Well, when you know when a portion of your civilization is going to end, makes it kinda hard to not be obsessed with time.
She walked down the catwalk with the rest of the team, going further and further into the industrial complex. As they came into the main area, Kimonzi could tell that the engineers from the ring had been hard at work getting everything to work again like it should. She felt a mix of sympathy and solidarity as she saw the equipment that was strewn about the area. She also saw one of the Engineers arguing with their host.
Engineer: If you just give us some more time!
Tr’ac’i 42: You know better than anyone that we are running out of time!
Engineer: So you’d rather hand it off to some outsiders?
Kimonzi felt sympathy with what he was saying, but she also acknowledged that sometimes you did need outside help.
Lahl: We’re not here to take over, just maybe give some other ideas?
Herrick: Response
Richards: We just want to help.
Lahl: Indeed, we’re not trying to take over.
Herrick/Engineer: Responses
She walked up to the Engineer and held out her hand, hoping that the handshake had reached to this civilization as well. As she did so, she also looked at the technology
Lahl: My name’s Kimonzi Lahl, I’m an Engineer with Starfleet assigned to the U.S.S. Octavia E. Butler.
Engineer: Mi’ch’ael 65.
Herrick/Richards: Response
Lahl: I fully understand your concerns about bringing us in. I’m never happy when someone else comes poking around my own workplace, but sometimes it’s what’s needed when we’re stuck.
Engineer: I understand that, but I have what I need here.
Herrick/Richards: Response
Lahl: It can’t hurt to get another pair of eyes on the problem, can it? Let me just have a look at it, maybe poke around and see if I can’t find a solution to your problem?
Without waiting, Kimonzi crouched down and looked, but did not touch anything, her experience in Omivron Vector IV teaching her the perils of just touching random technology willy-nilly. It really did look to be an impressive piece of technology. As she looked, she saw the different cabling systems, and saw where different people throughout the almost 13,000 years had essentially cobbled things together.
Herrick/Richards/Engineer: Response
Lahl: So, tell me, what exactly is happening?
Herrick/Richards/Engineer: Response
Lahl: I see. So, I’m assuming that you’ve already tried to revariate the quantum entanglement that I see here?
Herrick/Richards/Engineer: Response
Kimonzi stood back up, looking at some technology that was somehow at her eyeline. As she did so, she was already thinking up other ways to try to fix the shield generator, but she also needed to be sure they weren’t retrying the same things that the other Engineers had done.
Lahl: So, we’ve got a failing system, that typical fixes from the past is not fixing. And obviously we can’t turn it off and turn it back on again.
Herrick/Richards/Engineer: Response
Tags/TBC