Ensign Delphina Wren- Oh What A Shock
Grace McDermott
Wren: Thank you, Remy- ::noticing that she hasn’t introduced them:: Lieutenant, this is Remy. ::like a proud parent:: I built him back at the academy, he’s designed to be an engineering aide.
The lieutenant looked both pleased and surprised, and Delphina felt herself warming up to him a little bit. People could be difficult for her sometimes, and she wasn’t always sure what would go over well when she was in the thick of creating something. Sometimes she made Remy and it was an excellent idea, and sometimes she made a knife-wielding tentacle and everyone was upset. And Remy seemed to enjoy the attention, as he sat up on his back four legs, waving his front legs back and forth eagerly.
Evinrude: Ensign, you...really outdid yourself there. ::He turned to the little bot, waiting patiently for orders.:: Remy, I know you only have six legs, but some members of our crew will need to adjust to your shape. I'm assuming your spider-like design is convergent evolution, and not Consortium influence?
Delphina gave a surprised laugh, embarrassed as she leaned over, picking Remy back up, tapping his leg-joints to activate his ‘reward’ program. She’d heard about the Consortium’s spider-robots, but she’d been drafting Remy long before she’d heard of them. oO The first bit of tech I’ve ever heard of that I haven’t wanted to get a look at Oo. Though part of her did wonder if it was because she didn’t want to see the worst of what Remy could have been.
Wren: I didn’t know you’d fought those things.
Evinrude: That's right. I have fought one, and it was...damaged. They aren't pleasant, and some of our crewmates have seen swarms of them.
Wren: Well…. ::trying not to brag:: Remy was designed as a multi-purpose tool for multiple departments. He can act as an engineering aid, but he has six different functions that include medical and science as well. And…. a seventh function, but that just makes him do a little dance, and he doesn’t really like it.
Evinrude: Wren, if this.. ::He pointed at Remy.:: ...is the result of your work at the Academy, then we're lucky to have you. I can't wait to see what you can do! Now let's remove these damaged wall panels so we can see what's going on behind.
Wren: ::flustered:: R-Right, of course.
A little more clumsily than she would have liked, Delphina worked the panel off, instinctively holding Remy up. His flash-light mode didn’t require a verbal command, and automatically lit up his carapace like a little moon, casting light on the interior of the panel.
For a while, the three worked together in comfortable silence, only broken up by the occasional request for tools, or suggestion about the state of the gel packs, when Delphina reached up at an awkward angle, feeling her hand catch on something.
Wren: Hang on…. I think that there’s actually a loose wire. I think somehow the knife missed all the gel packs and tore through a-GAH
Delphina’s body jerked as she accidentally brushed against the exposed wire, and she slammed against the wall. Blinking stupidly, she pulled her aching arm out, waving Evinrude off as her brain struggled to start working again. Distantly, she heard her commbadge chirp.
Shortrith: =/\= Shortrith to Evinrude, any chance you could come down to my office? My replicator isn't working and my notes from today deleted themselves! =/\=
Evinrude: =/\= Counselor? Slow down, you said something is going on with the forcefields in your office? =/\=
Honestly, that had been what Delphina heard too, but considering the fact that she was still trying to put two and two together to get four, she didn’t think that was quite right. Remy ran up her arm, stiff with alarm as he settled on her shoulder, sending out his therapeutic pulses in an attempt to help.
Shortrith: =/\= ::almost snappish:: No, I said my replicator wasn't working, and my notes from today deleted. =/\=
Wren: ::shaking her head a little to clear it:: =/\= Sorry, Counselor. We’re dealing with some issues with the gel packs. Evinrude and I are working on it. =/\= oO Though if the problem is that broken wire that’s an easy fix. Oo ::putting on her engineering gloves and reaching back in::
Evinrude: =/\= Response =/\=
Shortrith: =/\= The files must have corrupted or something. I don't know what happened to my replicator. =/\=
Wren: ::working with Remy to fix the wire:: I think this is a separate issue, there’s no way this should be affecting them over in their office. This wire is almost fixed, and I’m restarting the system on this section.
Evinrude: =/\= Response =/\=
Shortrith: =/\= Any chance you could come down and help? =/\=
Delphina finished with the wire, quickly keying in the restart code on the console, smiling as the system flickered to life. oO There we go… Oo
Wren: Alright, that’s all fixed. We can head…::realizing the next step is to go to sick bay:: on over….
Shortrith/Evinrude: =/\= Response =/\=
Wren: No, no! It’s okay, they need help, so we should head…. On over… ::patting Remy gently:: Though if it’s not related to the torn wire, I’m wondering if there’s a problem with the ship’s computer overall… it’s being unusually resistant to accepting the fact that the captain’s still alive.
Shortrith/Evinrude: =/\= Response =/\=
Wren: It’s working in my quarters, but I’ve adjusted it to my personal preferences. Have you heard anything about other people having problems?
Shortrith/Evinrude: =/\= Response =/\=
Wren: =/\= We’ll be right down, counselor, one second. =/\=
Shortrith/Evinrude: =/\= Response =/\=
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