Ensign Roop - Far From Shore
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Donald Furrow-Scott
Nov 7, 2025, 8:03:48 PM11/7/25
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((USS Ronin))
Attempting to follow this path was Ott Roop with a large PADD tablet. Roop followed it like a glowing treasure map, cautiously aware at every junction.
The Blackheart advisers and doctors had performed Starfleet’s Official Medical Review for Roop. Seventeen specialists had signed off. Seemed the racial trait of ‘hybrid’ was a catchword that caught the attention of specialists looking for disease-survival pathology. That ‘attention’ had taken days before finally being released.
If you want to know a starship’s heart, the joy and sorrow are contained in the logs of the previous officers. Where was it repaired? By whom? What else did they do at the same time? The ship’s story could be redacted from any log, but the nature and narrative of the ship’s repairs showed exactly what had been fought, what had hurt, and what had saved them.
In reviewing the maintenance logs of past mission diagnostics, Roop had come across the diagnostic patterns, query style, and file structure logic of a Vulcan Ops officer named Alidar Raedai. Raedai hadn’t left Roop any crumbs to follow; in fact, initially, simply understanding the Operations logic leaps had almost kept Roop searching beyond Raedai. But, yearning to know the Ronin deeper, Roop had taken up studying the Vulcan’s filing and diagnostic style to see what that engineer could teach Ott Roop about the Ronin and her scars.
And so far, Ott had learned that Systems Monitor Room Three was a most excellent place to monitor feeds from around the Ronin. Ott wedged his PADDtablet on the workstation’s tool shelf and tapped into the circuits.
A three-dimensional display model of Main Engineering appeared on the PADDtablet. Logging into the workstation as an Ops system tech for a duty shift, Ott opened his mind to Engineering again.
Getting assigned an OD watch in Engineering had quickly escalated up Roop’s career ladder of intentions. He wasn’t in any hurry; there was no point to that kind of nonsense. But as a marker on his way to the goal of HCN, competence in Engineering stood out. Ott had no desire to impress, only to be competent enough to inspire trust. Nothing bespoke competence more than ‘We trust you to handle anything routine in Engineering this evening.’ So that became his big career goal under Lieutenant Tucker. That meant a lot of work for the foreseeable future. Even while on shore leave.
The hours came and went. The engineers came and went. The shifts came and went. Lieutenants. Ensigns. Chiefs. Petty officers. Crewmen. Over the course of days, Ott observed how Engineering flowed, all the while rerunning diagnostic simulations Raedai had chosen. Shore leave sounded like nonsense when there was this much incredible knowledge to learn from the Ronin. Roop was sometimes giddy with operations realizations scaling with his experience.
During his Blackheart time, Engineering had gone cool on Roop. He initially asked for every task shift he could get in Main Engineering, but the close-knit Engineering teams proved difficult to break into. He had also returned from the Blackheart to a jovial nickname of Sea-man. Whether spoken curtly as a reminder to Academy rookies, or double-syllabled as an ‘you’re an outsider’ moniker, it had tangled his chances to integrate. Thankfully, the charismatic draw of ‘shore leave’ on other engineers made timely openings in positions he’d have taken months to earn his way into.
And so, Ott Roop continued his multi-shifts in Monitor Room Three of the Upper Computer Core. Watching Ronin Engineering personnel go about their jobs, to learn them and they. Studying the myriad of ship systems from the inside-out with a Vulcan travel guide’s example of their operation and repairs.
((Medium Time Skip))
Tucker: =/\= Ensigns Nakada and Roop, please report to my office as soon as possible and bring your after-action reports with you. Tucker out. =/\=
Roop: =^= Acknowledged. =^=
Nakada: =/\= Response =/\=
((Deck 14, Main Engineering outside the Chief Engineers Office, USS Ronin))
Seeing Ensign Nakada also arriving, Roop joined him.
Roop: Mister Nakada! ::his voice had a warm chuckle to it:: Was that you :;pointing:: I saw across the Blackwell medlab on day three of our inoculation study?
Nakada: Response
Roop: I wasn’t certain, with all that ‘Don’t sit up. Don’t sit up’ business from the nursing technicians. ::slowing and pointing at the door:: I do apologize for being difficult on the Rose mission. As we head in here now, it is my hope you didn’t take any of it to heart. With your ship experience, you should take the lead on any project discussion. I’ll listen, still chime in, but, goodness…let’s hope you don’t wish to shut me up. ::big breath, hand extended towards the door panel:: Let’s instead make sure and ask your questions first.
Nakada: Response
They pressed the door panel arrival request.
Tucker: It’s open!
They came to a halt before Marty’s desk, standing at attention. Marty waved a hand as he took another sip of his beverage.
Tucker: At ease, ensigns, before you pull something. ::motioning to the two chairs on the opposite side of the desk:: Please have a seat, no need to be completely formal.
Turning the right chair about ten degrees to the left, Roop took the offered seat.
Nakada: Response
Roop could smell the Chief’s raktajino. The distant taste gave his hands frissions.
Tucker: So, first I need you’re after-action reports. Second, how are you all feeling? If needed, the Consular is available if you’d like to pursue that route. Alternatively, I have an open-door policy here, and I'm not one to judge. My office and engineering team as a whole are a safe space.
Nakada: Response
Roop: ::placing the after-action report PADD on the Chief’s desk:: Yessir.
The Chief nodded and got down to business.
Tucker: I’m glad you both returned in what seems good health, better than being in a bucket. ::he gave a half smile::
Nakada: Response
The only distraction to break into Ottoman Roop’s singular learning focus over the last few days had been what the counselors on the Blackheart called ‘spooky’ and questioned him extensively about. Roop’s triPADD had scanned very human-appearing bio-electric lifesigns on the Compass Rose. Repeatedly. Some from centimeters away. His readings on those signals seemed to move with purpose near goo piles of the dead crew. The readings that even had his counselors stumped showed these same bio-electrical lifesigns apparently distracting the Consortium’s spiderbots during the cargobay two attack. If one can make assumptions based on a robotic spider’s attacks.
The Chief rested his elbow on his desk, his hands steepled in front of him. Roop didn’t think much of the joke.
Tucker: I have a project for both of you. I would like you to develop a more effective solution for the containment fields used during outbreaks. Some of those systems have failed and need replacement. We require stronger security to contain especially dangerous viruses.
Nakada: Response
Roop: ::nodding as he listened:: I agree with Mister Nakada, we can certainly make any forcefield pathogenically lethal. ::his hand stirring the air:: What quarantine level is our goal? ::looking to Keneth and back:: Maximum?
Nakada/Tucker: Response
Roop crossed his knees and leaned back slightly in his chair as Keneth talked.
Roop: So, this project's scope is beyond Lab Four on deck ten, obviously. Science Labs? And Sickbay?
Nakada/Tucker: Response
Nakada/Tucker: Response
Roop: That’s a good point. The Security Complex and Life Support systems on deck eleven are critical exposure systems that could also be walled off. If the Compass Rose is to be taken as an example of...sabotaged cascade failure.
Nakada/Tucker: Response
Roop: ::leaning forward with a tilted head and eyes bouncing once towards Keneth:: We’ll do our best, Sir.
Nakada/Tucker: Response
[[TAGS/TBC]]
===============================
Ensign Roop
HCO Officer assigned to Engineering & Lieutenant Tucker
USS Ronin NCC-34523
Captain Karrod Niac commanding
R240206OR1
Take a ladder down from Holosuite Support on Deck Nine to the subspace field generators in the Upper Computer Core. There, the Systems Monitor labs have a workstation for optical feeds to the Bridge subprocessors. Each of the four qualified Ops Techs was sitting on top of a stack of sixty modules and eleven thousand isochips that stretched all the way down to deck twelve. These were the ODN arteries from Stellar Cartography, Holodeck, and Bridge to the Core.
Attempting to follow this path was Ott Roop with a large PADD tablet. Roop followed it like a glowing treasure map, cautiously aware at every junction.
The Blackheart advisers and doctors had performed Starfleet’s Official Medical Review for Roop. Seventeen specialists had signed off. Seemed the racial trait of ‘hybrid’ was a catchword that caught the attention of specialists looking for disease-survival pathology. That ‘attention’ had taken days before finally being released.
If you want to know a starship’s heart, the joy and sorrow are contained in the logs of the previous officers. Where was it repaired? By whom? What else did they do at the same time? The ship’s story could be redacted from any log, but the nature and narrative of the ship’s repairs showed exactly what had been fought, what had hurt, and what had saved them.
In reviewing the maintenance logs of past mission diagnostics, Roop had come across the diagnostic patterns, query style, and file structure logic of a Vulcan Ops officer named Alidar Raedai. Raedai hadn’t left Roop any crumbs to follow; in fact, initially, simply understanding the Operations logic leaps had almost kept Roop searching beyond Raedai. But, yearning to know the Ronin deeper, Roop had taken up studying the Vulcan’s filing and diagnostic style to see what that engineer could teach Ott Roop about the Ronin and her scars.
And so far, Ott had learned that Systems Monitor Room Three was a most excellent place to monitor feeds from around the Ronin. Ott wedged his PADDtablet on the workstation’s tool shelf and tapped into the circuits.
A three-dimensional display model of Main Engineering appeared on the PADDtablet. Logging into the workstation as an Ops system tech for a duty shift, Ott opened his mind to Engineering again.
Getting assigned an OD watch in Engineering had quickly escalated up Roop’s career ladder of intentions. He wasn’t in any hurry; there was no point to that kind of nonsense. But as a marker on his way to the goal of HCN, competence in Engineering stood out. Ott had no desire to impress, only to be competent enough to inspire trust. Nothing bespoke competence more than ‘We trust you to handle anything routine in Engineering this evening.’ So that became his big career goal under Lieutenant Tucker. That meant a lot of work for the foreseeable future. Even while on shore leave.
The hours came and went. The engineers came and went. The shifts came and went. Lieutenants. Ensigns. Chiefs. Petty officers. Crewmen. Over the course of days, Ott observed how Engineering flowed, all the while rerunning diagnostic simulations Raedai had chosen. Shore leave sounded like nonsense when there was this much incredible knowledge to learn from the Ronin. Roop was sometimes giddy with operations realizations scaling with his experience.
During his Blackheart time, Engineering had gone cool on Roop. He initially asked for every task shift he could get in Main Engineering, but the close-knit Engineering teams proved difficult to break into. He had also returned from the Blackheart to a jovial nickname of Sea-man. Whether spoken curtly as a reminder to Academy rookies, or double-syllabled as an ‘you’re an outsider’ moniker, it had tangled his chances to integrate. Thankfully, the charismatic draw of ‘shore leave’ on other engineers made timely openings in positions he’d have taken months to earn his way into.
And so, Ott Roop continued his multi-shifts in Monitor Room Three of the Upper Computer Core. Watching Ronin Engineering personnel go about their jobs, to learn them and they. Studying the myriad of ship systems from the inside-out with a Vulcan travel guide’s example of their operation and repairs.
((Medium Time Skip))
Tucker: =/\= Ensigns Nakada and Roop, please report to my office as soon as possible and bring your after-action reports with you. Tucker out. =/\=
Roop: =^= Acknowledged. =^=
Nakada: =/\= Response =/\=
((Deck 14, Main Engineering outside the Chief Engineers Office, USS Ronin))
Seeing Ensign Nakada also arriving, Roop joined him.
Roop: Mister Nakada! ::his voice had a warm chuckle to it:: Was that you :;pointing:: I saw across the Blackwell medlab on day three of our inoculation study?
Nakada: Response
Roop: I wasn’t certain, with all that ‘Don’t sit up. Don’t sit up’ business from the nursing technicians. ::slowing and pointing at the door:: I do apologize for being difficult on the Rose mission. As we head in here now, it is my hope you didn’t take any of it to heart. With your ship experience, you should take the lead on any project discussion. I’ll listen, still chime in, but, goodness…let’s hope you don’t wish to shut me up. ::big breath, hand extended towards the door panel:: Let’s instead make sure and ask your questions first.
Nakada: Response
They pressed the door panel arrival request.
Tucker: It’s open!
((Deck 14, Chief Engineers Office, USS Ronin))
They came to a halt before Marty’s desk, standing at attention. Marty waved a hand as he took another sip of his beverage.
Tucker: At ease, ensigns, before you pull something. ::motioning to the two chairs on the opposite side of the desk:: Please have a seat, no need to be completely formal.
Turning the right chair about ten degrees to the left, Roop took the offered seat.
Nakada: Response
Roop could smell the Chief’s raktajino. The distant taste gave his hands frissions.
Tucker: So, first I need you’re after-action reports. Second, how are you all feeling? If needed, the Consular is available if you’d like to pursue that route. Alternatively, I have an open-door policy here, and I'm not one to judge. My office and engineering team as a whole are a safe space.
Nakada: Response
Roop: ::placing the after-action report PADD on the Chief’s desk:: Yessir.
The Chief nodded and got down to business.
Tucker: I’m glad you both returned in what seems good health, better than being in a bucket. ::he gave a half smile::
Nakada: Response
The only distraction to break into Ottoman Roop’s singular learning focus over the last few days had been what the counselors on the Blackheart called ‘spooky’ and questioned him extensively about. Roop’s triPADD had scanned very human-appearing bio-electric lifesigns on the Compass Rose. Repeatedly. Some from centimeters away. His readings on those signals seemed to move with purpose near goo piles of the dead crew. The readings that even had his counselors stumped showed these same bio-electrical lifesigns apparently distracting the Consortium’s spiderbots during the cargobay two attack. If one can make assumptions based on a robotic spider’s attacks.
The Chief rested his elbow on his desk, his hands steepled in front of him. Roop didn’t think much of the joke.
Tucker: I have a project for both of you. I would like you to develop a more effective solution for the containment fields used during outbreaks. Some of those systems have failed and need replacement. We require stronger security to contain especially dangerous viruses.
Nakada: Response
Roop: ::nodding as he listened:: I agree with Mister Nakada, we can certainly make any forcefield pathogenically lethal. ::his hand stirring the air:: What quarantine level is our goal? ::looking to Keneth and back:: Maximum?
Nakada/Tucker: Response
Roop crossed his knees and leaned back slightly in his chair as Keneth talked.
Roop: So, this project's scope is beyond Lab Four on deck ten, obviously. Science Labs? And Sickbay?
Nakada/Tucker: Response
Roop: Well, certainly, two separate systems would avoid cascade spillover failures. Even a basic shared power grid revealed its weakness.
Nakada/Tucker: Response
Roop: That’s a good point. The Security Complex and Life Support systems on deck eleven are critical exposure systems that could also be walled off. If the Compass Rose is to be taken as an example of...sabotaged cascade failure.
Nakada/Tucker: Response
Roop: ::leaning forward with a tilted head and eyes bouncing once towards Keneth:: We’ll do our best, Sir.
Nakada/Tucker: Response
[[TAGS/TBC]]
===============================
Ensign Roop
HCO Officer assigned to Engineering & Lieutenant Tucker
USS Ronin NCC-34523
Captain Karrod Niac commanding
R240206OR1
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