PNPC Lieutenant JG Rachel Morgan - Marty's Rule #10
Martin Tucker
Lieutenant Junior Grade Rachel Morgan stood with her hands on her hips, a bun that was about to fall out, and a perplexed look on her face. For whatever reason, the ship couldn’t form a stable warp bubble, and as long as that’s happening, they weren’t going to be able to make a quick getaway if needed.
She glanced up from her staring to see that Lieutenant Commander Dohna had arrived on the scene. Like she needed someone else breathing down her neck.
Dohna: The Captain wants the ship to be able to go to warp.
Morgan let out a little huff at that, but disguised it as blowing a free curl out of her eyes.
Morgan: …and I'd like a bacon double cheeseburger, with tater tots, and a nice frosty IPA but that’s not going to happen, so let's not get our hopes up. The problem is, it won’t even initialize. I’m whittling it down to, I’m either an idiot who can’t fix a problem, or the Sencha radiation is at play.
Dohna: Well, I'm sure I understand all the mechanics of why the system won't initialize, but I'm more than a little fuzzy on how exactly we solve that problem.
The Bajoran commander looked down at the pool table again. Morgan raised an eyebrow and started in on the LCARS console on the wall adjacent to the table. Sometimes she worked better without prying eyes. Sure, Dohna outranks her, but no one knows the warp core as she does. That’s why it was very frustrating to her that she couldn’t see what the holdup was.
As she pulled up the schematics for the drive itself and opened a command window to explore its inner workings, programming-wise. Maybe there was a problem with compiling or a piece of code just a hair out of place. She didn’t have time to run a Level 1 diagnostic, which would require waking more crew and still take more than a day to complete. Though she could run a level three and it would take half the time, say twelve hours to complete, still be too long. But an option.
With more options, their lives would improve. After doing some more input on her console, she walked back to the pool table and keyed in some line code.
Dohna: =/\= Ensign Zh'Thaan, please report to Engineering. =/\= ::she glanced at Morgan:: He's a science officer, maybe he'll have some insight.
Morgan: What if, and hear me out, this had to do with the power transfer with the moon?
Zh'Thaan: =/= Ensign Zh'taan. I'm coming. =/=
Rachel ran a level four, one of the faster diagnostics, which was purely automated, so it could miss the minutiae that could trip the system. The warp drive, if she recalled correctly, was an OR-300 Series Mark V. The Ronin was a hot rod when it came to propulsion. It feeds into two advanced Linear Warp drive units. She helped install the damn thing before she old warhorse set out in the Alpha Isles. Not to mention she built a few of them herself and her team at the time.
Dohna: Ensign Zh'Thaan, over here. Thank you for coming I'm Lt. Dohna T'Alia.
Morgan: ::slight bow:: Welcome to the Ronin, I’m Lieutenant Morgan, propulsion specialist and nerdy engineer. ::she smiled while adjusting her messy bun::
Zh'Thaan: :nods to both women in greeting:: Pleased to meet you, ladies. It’s a pleasure to be able to assist you.
Dohna: We're trying to determine why the Ronin cannot create a stable warp field. I thought perhaps fresh eyes would help.
Zh'Thaan: I see. ::He leans over the table and analyzes the various data readouts:: The different probes show that spacetime is disturbed around the ship, which is preventing us from generating a stable warp field.
Morgan: Response
Dohna: I'm going to go out on a limb and say it may have something to do with the Sencha radiation erupting for the surface of the moon below us.
Zh'Thaan: ::His coursework on the subject is still fresh in his mind:: That seems like a fairly logical explanation to me. Time itself is fractured and no longer consistent around the ship, so if the space around us isn’t stable, the warp field can’t be stable either.
Rachel smacked her forehead, hard enough for Zh’taan and Dohna hear it. Now she felt like a Ferengi third grader, without accounting for time dilation.
Morgan: I have been awake for far too many hours at this point. I can’t believe I didn’t take that into account. ::she rubbed her eyes with her fists::
Dohna: Response
Morgan sighed, undid her messy bun, and put it into a ponytail, so it would stop getting in her eyes all the damn time. The Andorian scientist keeps working on his tridcor
Zh'taan: The scans indicate that the ship is surrounded by chroniton particles, which are disrupting the spacetime field. What do you think? ::He turns toward Lieutenant Dohna.:
Morgan: That would certainly have a lot to do with it.
Dohna: Response
Zh'taan: Destroying these chroniton particles should restabilize spacetime and allow us to activate the warp field. Do you have any ideas?
Rachel nodded, causing ponytail to bounce up and down. She ran her hands over the console on the pool table, stepped back, cocked her head, and looked over the data. She then stepped up to the console to look at her colleagues.
Morgan: According to the archives and relevant research on the subject, the USS Voyager realigned its deflector dish to spread anti-chronitons and disperse chronitons that were causing all kinds of problems, including the return of one of the former crew members and aging backwards. So they used the deflector dish, reversed its polarity, and blamo::making a motion with her hands:: chronitons dispersed. I think this might be our best course of action.
Zh’taan/Dohna: Response
Morgan: Yes, it’ll take some time to realign the deflector dish. The problem is, we don’t want to blow it out. We need to be careful with the controls when we fire it off, if that’s what we want to do. We could also use Anyon Emitters, but we’d have to replicate a mess of them and then attach them to the hull. So I say we go with option numero uno.
Zh’taan/Dohna: Response
Morgan: Right now, Chip is manning engineering on the bridge. I’m not sure he has the qualifications for such a task, but we’re going to find out. Or we can notify the bridge and proceed from here.
Zh’taan/Dohna: Response
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