Lieutenant Commander Marty Tucker - Not Much To Go On
Martin Tucker
Tucker held up his hands in mock surrender.
Tucker: They’re all valid questions, but I don’t have a lot of answers yet. I’ll admit, I’m not much for bio-mechanics, but I’d like to learn more. But there are never enough hours in the day, and I think we can all attest to that.
Morgan gave Marty a look.
Morgan: Preaching to the choir chief.
Cabrillo: So what's the plan? Start with scans from this fancy equipment you brought aboard and just wing it from there?
Marty hadn’t had a chance to work much with Cabrillo, if at all. He liked the line of questioning, and the fact that he used “wing it” or “The Starfleet way” is interchangeable. And they did have a deadline, and the clock was ticking.
Tucker: Well, we have three hours to come up with a plan and possibly a plan B. The briefing was very vague; we don’t know how big it actually is, whether it is sentient or just a bio-ship. Either way, we may need a way to move it or otherwise to keep it out of the hands of the unwashed masses.
Three hours wasn’t a whole hell of a lot of time to come up with much of anything. That ship or whatever it was could shift the power structure of the Isles and the quadrant. What if it fell into the hands of the Alliance or Consortium?
Morgan: So we’re making first contact…ish.. ::she shrugged::
Miller raised a hand.
Chip: ::nervously:: I should go check on those regulators…
Marty shook his head, and Cabrillo spoke up.
Cabrillo: ::looking to Chip:: I think your atmospheric regulators can wait. You have a new, much larger puzzle on your hands.
Delphina smiled, nudging Chip affectionately.
Wren: I could take a look into past space-born encounters as well to see if any of them experienced a similar issue with the scanners? I could also start a general update on them to increase visibility and bio-readings, though we may lose the ability to see the color cerulean. Can I send you the schematics in an hour?
He’d have to give her idea some quick thought, they were on the clock after all and three hours wasn’t all that long when you broke it down. Had they had more time to work things out, it wouldn’t feel so rushed. But that would be boring, wouldn’t it?
Tucker: Noted, Ensign. Let me give it a little thought.
Morgan: I’ve been looking at some of the data provided, which, I might add, isn’t very much. What's here is so vague, and we’re supposed to come up with a plan and a possible plan to contain something we're not sure what it is yet.
Marty could tell that Rachel was flustered, and she was right. They’d been handed to little information to formulate anything resembling a plan. This is where Marty mentally crossed his fingers, hoping that Kel and his team would come up with something. Something they could build on.
Chip: ::thoughtfully:: Will that deep space package even work? I’ve read the manuals, and on paper it should do the trick, but I wouldn’t bet a Ferengi any amount of latinum the over under on it raining on Ferenginar. We don’t know what we don’t know. And that’s a lot,
Marty was slightly taken aback by the outburst of sorts from Chip; he was a man usually of few words. He could see that Rachel was surprised, too.
Cabrillo: I do not see any data in this file that even indicates the energy type or output that could be causing this level of sensor interference. Did these others even get anything for us to go on or are we really walking into this urgent mission blind?
Marty noticed that Wren was looking a bit nervous, or was it her being anxious? Whatever it was, it looked like she was about to burst at the seams. He hadn’t answered her inquiry yet, as he was still thinking about it, but if he didn’t do something, she was going to either break the paddle she was clutching or just plain explode. And that would be hell to clean up.
Tucker: ::turning to Wren:: I like where your head is at, but can you deliver it to me in thirty minutes or less? Every minute counts, and I don’t think I can spare you for a full hour. This could get ugly quick, or it could go right or pear-shaped; we have to be ready for any of that.
Cabrillo: Response
Marty nodded in response to Cabrillo and then turned to face Rachel.
Morgan: Listen, I’m just an engineer, but should we figure out what makes it tick first? And we may have to use the surveying packages on a couple of the runabouts. ::holding a hand up:: The problem there is, what if it’s hostile? It’s not going to like a couple of runabouts nosing around…
Chip: Major Singh would not like that, she’s very particular when it comes to the flight deck and the ships that fly in and out of it.
Wren: I can only prepare so much without more information. I can take a look at the engines to see if they’re prepared for….. Lassoing?
Tucker: ::trying to hide a chuckle:: Yes Ensign, I feel we’re going to be putting a strain on things, including the warp core. Lassoing is a last ditch option, at least for me it is. That’s why I want those diagnostics on the deflector dish and tractor beam as soon as possible.
Cabrillo: Response
Marty made a mental note that TK was smart as a whip and seemed very no-nonsense. Apparently, he and Rox were friends. He may have to grill him for some inside info when this is all said and done.
Morgan: ::looking at Delphina:: I’ll help you with the warp core and such. I’m not sure how much strain we can put on the old gal before she starts flying apart at the seams.
Marty shivered at the thought.
Chip: That would be bad, very bad.
He didn’t want to speak it out loud, at least not yet, but Marty was getting a bad feeling about the whole thing, like the feeling that their esteemed guests were holding back information crucial to the mission. And that didn’t really surprise him, with it being Starfleet Intelligence, scrutiny was required.
Cabrillo/Wren: Response
Morgan: So right now we’re sitting on our deep space package for astrometrics, which needs to be installed, though he should probably talk to the geeks and Commander Kel and see where their minds are when it comes to this ::waving a hand at the picture::
Tucker: Correct. So we should probably get that done ASAP, Chip I want you to take a couple techs and go and install that package. Also make sure you’re running the diagnostics I asked for. So why don’t you go and get started on those tasks and report back to me at regular intervals? I want to know the second that thing is brought online.
Chip: ::nodding:: Aye, sir.
Miller turned on a heel and headed towards a work station to start the diagnostics while he went and helped get the deep space survey sensor package online and he could monitor the diagnostics from any work station.
Cabrillo/Wren: Response
Tucker: Morgan and Wren, let's work on making sure the engines could handle the strain of something as large as this thing is. TK and I will work on a plan to move the thing, if needed. Which if I’m being honest, is like the last thing we need to attempt.
Tucker looked over the assembled group of engineers. As far as he was concerned, he had the best engineers in the fleet.
Morgan: ::turning to Wren:: Do you need to work on the schematics? I know Chief didn’t give you a lot of time, but can you do it in half an hour? Because we’re sitting here flapping our jaws while the clock ticks down.
Cabrillo/Wren: Response
Tucker: Now, of course, this could all change, and we may be assigned to other areas, especially if they decide we need away teams.
Cabrillo/Wren: Response