Lt Vylaa zh'Tisav: In or Out?
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Andrew B
Jun 25, 2024, 3:09:51 PM (4 days ago) Jun 25
to Gorkon IC
((Main Engineering, Deck 16))
A plan was beginning to form to extend the ship’s sensor range, something they would seemingly need to avoid the Borg. It was doable, if they could find the power. And therein lied the rub. Power was not infinite, the ship, under normal operations, produced as much as it needed, no more. In order to get what they needed, they would have to rob Garak to pay Quark.
zh’Tisav: We’ll have to divert it from somewhere. Power generation is not infinite, there is a cap, and any “extra” power will need to be saved for defense.
The little human had moved off to a console of her own, leaving Vylaa alone at the pool table, and with her thoughts. The ship only had so much in reserve, they could only take so much before other systems started to suffer. And simply adding power usually added more problems. Components had a power rating, and exceeding that rating for too long could cause damage. It was like the old copper electricl systems; you could only pump so much energy through a wire before it melted thrugh.
Finch: We could always divert a bit of power temporarily! Call it a day or two while we figure things out and see if there’s a way to really ham up the power output. I'm all about safety, and since we’re not currently under attack, maybe we have that sort of time at least. Better that than attempting an untested boost. Seen a few dodgy ones in my time.
Gnaxac: Oh d-d-do tell.
zh’Tisav: We could… ::She glanced about the power network schematic:: I doubt anyone is going to feel like a holodeck adventure right now… Cargobay two is loaded with parts and dry goods, we can cut it back to the bare minimum.
She’d helped load it back at Andoria. Mostly crates of spare parts, and a rack of replacement EPS conduits. Items that didn’t need a controlled environment. And a couple cases of seeds for the Arboretum and hydroponics bays, but they were vacuum sealed, and in any case they were native Andorian plants, used to a harsher environment than a cold cargobay.
Finch: I remember years ago, on the Marigold, we’d found ourselves in such a pickle that we ended up having to divert power from the showers. We did it unannounced as well—it was almost worth it until our first officer stormed in ten minutes later sporting the wet look. Hah! God that woman loathed us after that.
zh’Tisav: Don’t take away the showers. ::Her antennae were moving:: I already smell them...
Finch: You wouldn’t believe half the stories. But I’ve plenty of them!
The zhen had no doubt of the truth of that statement. She’d herd some of Doz’s stories. And then heard more of Doz’s stories.
The human really liked to talk, more than most pinkskins…
Gnaxac: I’m sure you d-d-do. G-g-go on, p-p-pass the time, tell us another one!
zh’Tisav: Maybe you should tell one, Gnaxac?
Gnaxac chuckled.
Gnaxac: There was one time I woke up upside d-d-down in a loo…
zh’Tisav: Woah! Nevermind! No toilet stories, I spend enough time changing diapers...
Finch: Oi, I wanted to hear where that was going! Unless you’ve got a better one yourself.
zh’Tisav: Mmmm, I don’t really have many stories… Andorians don’t tell many personal stories, it’s usually legends of the old heroes like Lor’Vela, Ghalev, or Krotus the Conquerer. I could tell you one of those but I don’t think stories of Andorian wars would go over too well right now.
Finch: I seriously enjoyed our time at the Lor’Vela museum. What a cracking exhibition, and a fantastic insight into Andorian culture that was. We’ll have to see about visiting Ferenginar next time. Soak in a bit of your culture instead, Mister Gnaxac.
The zhen lifted a hand to rub the spot where here right antenna met her forehead. Emotions were running high, high enough even for her poor ability to pick up in whispers that ghosted across her frontal lobe. And they brought a whole new level of anguish. She wondered if the Borg would have even bothered with the blind Aenar, or if her northern cousins had been exterminted.
Her gaze returned to the MSD on the surface in front of her. All the better to hide her watery eyes.
zh’Tisav: I think we’ll have to look into extending the range of the sensor components theselves. We can remove some of the limiters for a start.
Finch: Internally or externally? I don’t mind taking one of the workbees out. Can even take a team with me.
Gnaxac: C-c-couldn’t we send out a d-d-drone?
Vylaa’s eyes drifted to the tiny shuttlebay on her display. Someone had thought to add tiny shuttles to it, even though they served absolutely no purpose for the systems dispay. If Riv were here he’d comment on how such an inefficiency of design would never be found on an Imperial Guard vessel.
And then she mentally shook herself. Don’t think of Riv she told herself.
zh’Tisav: A drone wouldn’t have the dexterity we’d need. I don’t even know if we could do the job from a workbee...
Finch: We could start by removing the limiters one by one, see how the sensors respond, and then reinforce them in whatever capacity we think necessary. Heat sinks, ventilators, a fresh lick of our best sealant around the couplings.
Gnaxac nodded enthusiastically.
Gnaxac: Yes, that s-s-sounds g-g-good.
Vylaa’s response was a little more reserved. Just a slight tip of the head.
zh’Tisav: Agreed.
Finch: How many workbees are in operation at the moment? Is it still four?
Gnaxac: I think it’s three, b-b-but the flyb-b-boys d-d-don’t always tell us if they b-b-break one.
The zhen remained silent. Three was okay, but she’d rather have four. Not because they needed them now, but the what-ifs were still intruding into her brain. Hull repair was a strong likelihood in their future.
Finch: Mind you, we’d have to keep an eye on the flux capacitance. There’s no sign of obvious damage now, but we start removing limiters and you never know what might start spiking. It’s an easy thing to forget.
The Ferengi’s brow lifted. That giant, giant brow.
Gnaxac: We c-c-can always ask the ship to monitor any c-c-changes in levels and rep-p-port back if there are any c-c-c-changes.
zh’Tisav: Yes, any changes we make are going to be monitored closely. I don’t plan on breaking the Admiral’s ship...
Finch: Response
Gnaxac: Or, I c-c-can stay here and k-k-keep an eye on it manually.
Clearly Gnaxac didn’t want to leave the ship.
zh’Tisav: I think any work outside is premature. We can do a lot of what we propose from inside the Gorkon. Besides, we can’t do anything like that sitting out in the open, because we’d need to take most of the sensors offline. We need somewhere to hide the ship.
Finch: Response
zh’Tisav: At any rate, I don’t know that workbees will be enough. We may have to do ::She winced:: spacewalks.
Vylaa hated EVAs. More specifically, she hated EVA *suits*. Her senses of balance, hearing, and smell were linked to her antennae. And what did EVA suits do? Block her antennae. Andorians on spacewalks wobbled, and sounded, like toddlers with head colds for a bit. It was so embarrassing having to learn to walk all over again.
Finch/Gnaxac: response
zh’Tisav: I’m sure we could find a couple of child sized smalls for you two.
An antenna waggled ever so slightly.
Finch/Gnaxac: response
zh’Tisav: Some of this can be done while the sensors are operational, the rest will have to wait for a chance to shut a couple sensor pallets down. We should get started.
Finch/Gnaxac: response
A plan was beginning to form to extend the ship’s sensor range, something they would seemingly need to avoid the Borg. It was doable, if they could find the power. And therein lied the rub. Power was not infinite, the ship, under normal operations, produced as much as it needed, no more. In order to get what they needed, they would have to rob Garak to pay Quark.
zh’Tisav: We’ll have to divert it from somewhere. Power generation is not infinite, there is a cap, and any “extra” power will need to be saved for defense.
The little human had moved off to a console of her own, leaving Vylaa alone at the pool table, and with her thoughts. The ship only had so much in reserve, they could only take so much before other systems started to suffer. And simply adding power usually added more problems. Components had a power rating, and exceeding that rating for too long could cause damage. It was like the old copper electricl systems; you could only pump so much energy through a wire before it melted thrugh.
Finch: We could always divert a bit of power temporarily! Call it a day or two while we figure things out and see if there’s a way to really ham up the power output. I'm all about safety, and since we’re not currently under attack, maybe we have that sort of time at least. Better that than attempting an untested boost. Seen a few dodgy ones in my time.
Gnaxac: Oh d-d-do tell.
zh’Tisav: We could… ::She glanced about the power network schematic:: I doubt anyone is going to feel like a holodeck adventure right now… Cargobay two is loaded with parts and dry goods, we can cut it back to the bare minimum.
She’d helped load it back at Andoria. Mostly crates of spare parts, and a rack of replacement EPS conduits. Items that didn’t need a controlled environment. And a couple cases of seeds for the Arboretum and hydroponics bays, but they were vacuum sealed, and in any case they were native Andorian plants, used to a harsher environment than a cold cargobay.
Finch: I remember years ago, on the Marigold, we’d found ourselves in such a pickle that we ended up having to divert power from the showers. We did it unannounced as well—it was almost worth it until our first officer stormed in ten minutes later sporting the wet look. Hah! God that woman loathed us after that.
zh’Tisav: Don’t take away the showers. ::Her antennae were moving:: I already smell them...
Finch: You wouldn’t believe half the stories. But I’ve plenty of them!
The zhen had no doubt of the truth of that statement. She’d herd some of Doz’s stories. And then heard more of Doz’s stories.
The human really liked to talk, more than most pinkskins…
Gnaxac: I’m sure you d-d-do. G-g-go on, p-p-pass the time, tell us another one!
zh’Tisav: Maybe you should tell one, Gnaxac?
Gnaxac chuckled.
Gnaxac: There was one time I woke up upside d-d-down in a loo…
zh’Tisav: Woah! Nevermind! No toilet stories, I spend enough time changing diapers...
Finch: Oi, I wanted to hear where that was going! Unless you’ve got a better one yourself.
zh’Tisav: Mmmm, I don’t really have many stories… Andorians don’t tell many personal stories, it’s usually legends of the old heroes like Lor’Vela, Ghalev, or Krotus the Conquerer. I could tell you one of those but I don’t think stories of Andorian wars would go over too well right now.
Finch: I seriously enjoyed our time at the Lor’Vela museum. What a cracking exhibition, and a fantastic insight into Andorian culture that was. We’ll have to see about visiting Ferenginar next time. Soak in a bit of your culture instead, Mister Gnaxac.
The zhen lifted a hand to rub the spot where here right antenna met her forehead. Emotions were running high, high enough even for her poor ability to pick up in whispers that ghosted across her frontal lobe. And they brought a whole new level of anguish. She wondered if the Borg would have even bothered with the blind Aenar, or if her northern cousins had been exterminted.
Her gaze returned to the MSD on the surface in front of her. All the better to hide her watery eyes.
zh’Tisav: I think we’ll have to look into extending the range of the sensor components theselves. We can remove some of the limiters for a start.
Finch: Internally or externally? I don’t mind taking one of the workbees out. Can even take a team with me.
Gnaxac: C-c-couldn’t we send out a d-d-drone?
Vylaa’s eyes drifted to the tiny shuttlebay on her display. Someone had thought to add tiny shuttles to it, even though they served absolutely no purpose for the systems dispay. If Riv were here he’d comment on how such an inefficiency of design would never be found on an Imperial Guard vessel.
And then she mentally shook herself. Don’t think of Riv she told herself.
zh’Tisav: A drone wouldn’t have the dexterity we’d need. I don’t even know if we could do the job from a workbee...
Finch: We could start by removing the limiters one by one, see how the sensors respond, and then reinforce them in whatever capacity we think necessary. Heat sinks, ventilators, a fresh lick of our best sealant around the couplings.
Gnaxac nodded enthusiastically.
Gnaxac: Yes, that s-s-sounds g-g-good.
Vylaa’s response was a little more reserved. Just a slight tip of the head.
zh’Tisav: Agreed.
Finch: How many workbees are in operation at the moment? Is it still four?
Gnaxac: I think it’s three, b-b-but the flyb-b-boys d-d-don’t always tell us if they b-b-break one.
The zhen remained silent. Three was okay, but she’d rather have four. Not because they needed them now, but the what-ifs were still intruding into her brain. Hull repair was a strong likelihood in their future.
Finch: Mind you, we’d have to keep an eye on the flux capacitance. There’s no sign of obvious damage now, but we start removing limiters and you never know what might start spiking. It’s an easy thing to forget.
The Ferengi’s brow lifted. That giant, giant brow.
Gnaxac: We c-c-can always ask the ship to monitor any c-c-changes in levels and rep-p-port back if there are any c-c-c-changes.
zh’Tisav: Yes, any changes we make are going to be monitored closely. I don’t plan on breaking the Admiral’s ship...
Finch: Response
Gnaxac: Or, I c-c-can stay here and k-k-keep an eye on it manually.
Clearly Gnaxac didn’t want to leave the ship.
zh’Tisav: I think any work outside is premature. We can do a lot of what we propose from inside the Gorkon. Besides, we can’t do anything like that sitting out in the open, because we’d need to take most of the sensors offline. We need somewhere to hide the ship.
Finch: Response
zh’Tisav: At any rate, I don’t know that workbees will be enough. We may have to do ::She winced:: spacewalks.
Vylaa hated EVAs. More specifically, she hated EVA *suits*. Her senses of balance, hearing, and smell were linked to her antennae. And what did EVA suits do? Block her antennae. Andorians on spacewalks wobbled, and sounded, like toddlers with head colds for a bit. It was so embarrassing having to learn to walk all over again.
Finch/Gnaxac: response
zh’Tisav: I’m sure we could find a couple of child sized smalls for you two.
An antenna waggled ever so slightly.
Finch/Gnaxac: response
zh’Tisav: Some of this can be done while the sensors are operational, the rest will have to wait for a chance to shut a couple sensor pallets down. We should get started.
Finch/Gnaxac: response
Lt Vylaa zh'Tisav
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USS Gorkon
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