Ensign T’Fearne - Soaking Up Warp Light
teayl.thorn
((OOC: Tags for Morgan if that's ok, Timm?))
(( Main Engineering Warp Core - Reactor Main Level, Deck 11, USS Ronin - Enrout to the Alpha Isles))
The turbo lift doors hissed opened onto main Engineering on deck 11, admitted the tall security officer onto the platform midway up the echo chamber, and bathed her in the blue ethereal glow of the warp core. Her boots clanged faintly on the metal floor as she made her way to the edge of the railing, peering down into the massive shaft of the warp core. It seemed to stretch endlessly, its depths disappearing beyond the lower decks, nearly eight below.
Though she had never quite mastered the human art of whistling, the urge to make some noise—any noise—echo through the chamber was almost overwhelming. Instead, she just stood there for a moment, her black eyes scanning the cavernous space before she shook the thought away and turned her focus back on her mission.
The Ronin was usually bustling with activity, but today it felt different—perhaps it was the long stretch of deep space ahead, or perhaps it was just the hum of the warp core that made everything seem distant. Her gaze swept across the sparsely populated engineering sector, eventually landing on the figure she had been directed to seek out about the technical question that she had.
Lieutenant Morgan, an engineering officer, was hunched over a console, surrounded by tools and components. To T’Fearne’s untrained eye, the Human appeared to be disembowelling the device, but this could be normal engineering operations for all she knew.
T’Fearne took a breath, then stepped closer, clearing her throat.
Getting no response from the busy figure, she projected a little louder, throwing her voice clearly over the hum of the warp core.
T’Fearne: Excuse me, Lieutenant Morgan? :: Wincing at the engineer's reaction:: I apologise for interrupting, Lieutenant. I am Security Officer T’Fearne. I was hoping to consult with you about a technical matter.
Morgan: Response
T’Fearne: I have an engineering problem with a project I have been working on in my free time. The general consensus amongst the crew is that you are the Ronin’s resident genius with power systems and the person I should talk to about my project, but if this is a bad time I can return later or perhaps meet you after your shift?
Morgan: Response
She was happy to help the engineer with her task first, especially if it involved the continued safety and smooth operation of the ship, T’Fearne switched focus.
T’Fearne: I would be happy to help however I can. Though I’ll admit I’m no engineer, otherwise I wouldn’t need your expertise with my project.
The Vulcazoid put the sealed coffee cup down beside the console, out of the way and crouched down next to the engineer, watching intently to see how she could help. She looked down at her long, slender fingers with their neat, short nails. She felt almost self-conscious looking at them, especially compared to Morgan's hands, which were stained and calloused from countless hours spent in the bowels of the ship. T’Fearne was impressed that the woman was here herself, up to her waist, in the engineering console rather than leaving it to a crewman to attend to. Though it was a common trend she had grown used to amongst the crew and officers of the Ronin. When there was work to be done, it didn’t matter who outranked who, everyone rolled up their sleeves and did the work, for the good of the ship out here in the deep dark.
Morgan: Response
She picked up a tool, stared at it for a moment, turned it around to hold it from the other end, put it down where it came from, and did her best to follow the Lieutenant’s direction.
[Tag, You’re It! / TBC]
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Security Officer
USS Ronin - NCC-34523
R240107T14