Ensign SydT - Shower time
Syd T
((USS Constitution B - Astrometrics Lab))
SydT: Looks good. ::She smiled.:: What's our readout?
So'Mior: Power levels are critically high, we are reaching 1.2% on the Gamma Radiation. However, the level of Chrondite on the hull is at less than 8% and dropping. If we can maintain the crossed beams we should be able to scrub the entire hull in the next minute.
SydT: Then we have to be very careful.
So'Mior: We do. I will continue to monitor the radiation levels.
He caught SydT tugging at her collar out of the corner of his eye.
SydT: Does it feel warm in here? ::She pulled at the collar of her uniform.::
He nodded.
So'Mior: It does. I estimate the temperature has risen by 3 degrees in the last five minutes.
SydT: Is there anything we can do?
So’Mior: With two beams activated, and significant energy going to heating the hull, it seems that the excess heat is being filtered into the ship’s vents and atmospheric control. We are at one of the epicenters of control.
He did not think it was radiation – he hoped it was the natural effects of the work they were doing. But So’Mior was worried if the temperature kept climbing that they would need to evacuate the Astrometrics Lab.
SydT tried to ignore the roll of sweat rolling down her back. She sqirmed slightly and tried to focus on freeing the ship's hull.
So’Mior: Thirty more seconds of concentrated crossing of the particle beams should get the Chrondite level to beneath 2%, and that should be enough to raise shields. Are you able to maintain your position?
The heat was very perceptible now. So’Mior could feel it, but he was not overly affected by it due to his Vulcan biology being adapted to extreme heat and extreme cold.
But he was not aware of how SydT would handle it. Both Andorians and Klingons were hearty species, one tolerant of cold, the other tolerant of heat. He was not a xenobiologist and he could not assume anything about hybrid biology.
SydT: I am. ::She blew out a breath and slowly drew one in. It was a technique her Andorian grandfather had taught her. She did it again and.... well, felt no relief. She frowned.::
So’Mior: Stay steady, let me know if you are feeling off.
SydT: I'm okay. ::She knew it was a lie but kept going.::
So'Mior: Response
SydT: A little warm. oO Burning up.Oo
She knew the Vulcan was handling it better than she was, but she would not show weakness.
So'Mior: Response
SydT: Just... one... more... second. ::She could feel her whole body quivering with anticipation.::
With that, a bright sparkle lit up the screen. The Chrondite was gone.
So'Mior: Response
SydT: Let 'em know they are free to raise shields.
The Andorian/Klingon hybrid relaxed in her seat. She was so pleased that it wasn't until she reached up to adjust her braid that she realized how much she had sweated. She was suddenly self-conscious, knowing that Vulcans had a highly sophisticated sense of smell. She stood and moved what she hoped would be far enough away not to offend her new friend.
So'Mior: Response
SydT listened as her companion reported to the bridge. They should be on even footing now.
SydT: oO I need a shower and a few hours of Andorian flute music.Oo
So'Mior: Reponse
((OOC I wasn't sure how to end it, but here it is.))