Commander Jo Marshall - Resistance is Replicatable (Part II)
Jo Marshall
((Engineering Annex, Gibaria Outpost))
They found the industrial replicator behind a shelf unit of impressive density, squatting in the corner. Jo mimicked her brother's stance, putting both hands on hips, and regarded the replicator the way she did most problems—as a personal affront that was going to get solved one way or another. For their luck, it looked like it hadn't been working for a while, and the engineers of the annex had stashed it back there to take care of presumably when they weren't building a gate.
Taking her tricorder out, Jo set it to scan and handed it toward the Vulcan.
Marshall: Run a full diagnostic. Tell me what you find.
Kovar: Response
From where they'd come from, Jo heard Vylaa's question.
zh'Tisav: Hmm, it looks like they never got around to adding power. Anyone see any power cells?
And responded back, noting the location of the devices she'd clocked earlier.
Marshall: There's a rack of them along the back wall.
Kovar / Fenn: Response
Moments later, something clunked heavily on the workbench, which Jo registered would've been the power cell. They were large parts of the subspace coil which would allow it to work independently, or at least some of the time after receiving a decent kick of charge, usually from shuttlecraft engines. The Ops Chief wondered briefly if the engineers had thought of that when building the gate, and had built the gate partially from subspace coils. It would make some kind of sense.
zh’Tisav: Is it just me, or is that thing watching me?
Marshall: It's not just you. Don't make eye contact. ::She paused, then called across the annex without looking.:: Fenn, how are you getting on? Found anything?
Fenn / Kovar: Response
The replicator hummed, or failed to hum, Jo wasn't sure what the correct approach was when it came to industrial replicators outside of Starfleet technological supply. She rolled up her sleeves on her arms and debated crawling into the guts of it herself for a better look. Trust in the process.
Marshall: Good. ::She meant it, whichever way it went.:: What's next? Talk me through what you're seeing.
Kovar / Fenn / zh’Tisav: Response
Like a cold start of an engine, the replicator coughed into life, as if they'd managed to clear its throat and run through its initialisation sequence at once. However, it simply stopped. The distinct sound of a pattern buffer attempting to process a material request it fundamentally disagreed with cycled through the same error. Jo narrowed her eyes at it.
Marshall: That sounds like there's a template in its fabrication matrix and it's struggling with it.
Kovar / Fenn / zh’Tisav: Response
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