[REPOST] Lieutenant JG Renaie Shortrith - Fixing Things

[Renaie Shortrith]

((OOC: Bingo! Missed tags. ))

((Sickbay Complex, Deck 10, USS Ronin))

Shortrith: I'll go grab them, one moment.

Beck: Looks like the panic attack is over. That's good.

Evinrude: ::Smiling:: A solid team effort here, I think. And it didn't take long at all!

They walked over to the replicator and ordered the requested drinks from it, handing them over to the people who wanted them when they returned.

Shortrith: Here you go.

Wren: Thank you ::taking the water::.... I don’t think I realized until now how stressful that mission was. There was so much going on.

Renaie nodded solemnly.

Beck: I feel a little guilty for not being here, even though I was doing important work elsewhere. I've read most of the reports and logs regarding the incident and… wow, I missed a lot.

Shortrith: It was intense. If you have any questions about the medical reports, feel free to ask me about it. ::to Wren:: You sure you're okay?

Wren: I really am okay. I feel better now, I just… ::shaking herself a little:: I needed a second

Beck: Now I'd like to formally introduce myself - Doctor Quentin Beck, Chief Medical Officer. Pleased to meet you, Ensign.

Beck nodded at the tappers, and Renaie smiled.

Beck: Feel free to take those if you like - might be good to have a pair as mobile as that, anyway, in case you can't get back to your quarters. And come back any time. ::nodding at Remy:: That invitation extends to him, too.

He turned to the others and offered a nod.

Beck: Tess, Renaie. I'll see you two later. Keep an eye on our friend here.

Shortrith: Will do, Doc. I'll see you around.

Evinrude: Thanks, Quentin. I owe you a donut sometime! ::He grinned and waved.::

Renaie offered a steady hand as the engineer stood a smidge unsteadily.

Wren: Alright, let’s take a look at what we have here. (peering into the open panel) Oh, does this…. ::pulling out what looks like two gel packs melted together:: Do you think this is what’s going on? It looks as though a couple of these are like this.

Evinrude: Those could be related to our original problem, or they could be the result of some of the mayhem the de-aged children caused here in sickbay when they ripped into some consoles. ::He explained patiently, letting Delphina come to her own conclusions.:: Let's investigate.

Renaie was silent, as they stepped back to let the goldshirts do their work.

Wren: Hang on, I’ll ::pauses before she reaches in again, pulling on an engineering glove:: I’ll reach up and see how far it goes.

The Klingon felt for the medkit and tricorder on their hip, ensuring their ability to dive into action if either of them got injured.

Wren: Try reaching in there, but be careful. ::To shortrith:: When exactly did you lose your notes, and did you do a pen and paper backup?

Shortrith: At approximately 1330 hours, after my session with one of the Tactical ensigns. I do have a dot point summary of each session on paper, but not in the detail that I put in my session notes. Fortunately enough, I have previous days backed up on a hard drive that's not currently connected to the computer, so I haven't lost all my notes.

Evinrude: That's good at least. ::He carefully moved in to observe a conduit junction, his sentence coming out disjointed as he jockeyed for a better position.:: That...your only...problem, Counselor?

Shortrith: Pretty much, yeah. I don't know what could have caused it, but at least there's the dot point notes that don't get lost. Unless it's some form of glitch in a system or something?

oO I don't know, really. Hopefully I'm making some form of sense. Oo

Evinrude: I'm starting to build a theory here. ::His arm emerged again, clutching a section of gel-pack link conduit. The connectors from the conduit to the packs themselves looked...off.::

Wren: Oh? ::back to Shortrith:: Usually when the computer experiences a sort of failure resulting in the loss of data, it tries to alert you that something’s gone wrong. But it just shut down on you?

Shortrith: In a way, yes. There was no mention of corrupted files or anything… It just deleted.

Wren: That almost sounds like an old-fashioned power surge…

Evinrude: ::Eyes narrowing.:: It's been carrying too much current...check this out, Wren.

Shortrith: Would it be worth trying the good old turning the terminal off then back on again?

Evinrude: ::With a grin, he turned to Shortrith to reply.:: Often, yes. Believe it or not. But in this case, we have a small ripple-effect going on, physical damage caused by certain groups of gel packs taking on too much. Wren, do you think those are salvageable?

oO So usually yes, but not today. Oo

Wren: If you feel up for peeling off the outer casing and replacing all the wiring inside, as well as sticking on a new connector cap, he might be alright, but that’s a lot of work. I think we’d be better using these as scrap, and replicating some replacements… The gel packs themselves should be alright with a little TLC, but the conduits should probably be sent to a farm upstate.

Evinrude: My best guess? The damage over in stellar cartography caused power to re-route automatically. Normally that would be harmless, but when that issue combined with the unexpected gaggle of little saboteurs ripping and hot-swapping isolinear chips like it was a drunken game of kadis-kot...

Wren: We get a power surge…. Which, if there’s still some energy discharge, that does explain why I was electrocuted just a minute ago

Renaie remained silent, letting the others doing their thing.

Evinrude: Exactly. The fix should be easy enough - and hopefully we can refurbish these! ::He gestured at the gel packs.::

Wren: I think it might be a good idea to do what Shortrith suggested, ‘turn it off and on again’ in a specific area. Maybe we can create a localized shutdown in the affected areas, and re-route the extra energy to our reserve banks? That would give us a chance to fix the horrors wrought by little hands.

oO Glad I'm helping… somewhat. Oo

Evinrude: Response

Renaie gave a weakly hopeful smile.

Shortrith: Any luck on the notes front?

Wren: I can’t guarantee a total recollection of your notes, unfortunately. I’m sorry, counselor. But, if you would like I can modify your comm badge to function as a short-term storage recording device so you don’t experience this again? You can clear it after every session, and have extra access to your notes? And I can make it so only you have access.

They frowned but gave a hopeful nod.

Shortrith: It's okay. I'd appreciate that, thank you. Any chance I could upload my previous notes to this as an extra backup?

Evinrude: Response

Wren: Absolutely!.... ::To Evinrude:: Hey, if you’re not going to use that conduit, can I actually have it?

Renaie silently watched the other two work, hearing a soft buzz of electricity cease.

Wren: I’ve powered down in this section, so you should be able to start the repairs now.

Shortrith: Thank you, by the way, both of you. I appreciate your help.

Evinrude: Response

[End Scene for Shortrith]

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Lieutenant JG Renaie Shortrith, MD

Counsellor/Medical Officer

USS Ronin - NCC-34523

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