Lieutenant Commander Marty Tucker - It's A Marty Party
Martin Tucker
Cabrillo: Chief, I have an idea but it's going to sound really wild.
Tucker: I’m all for really wild, the more outside the box the better.
Rachel crossed her arms across her chest, looking at TK, wondering how wild his idea was. She looked over at Marty, who had the same look, though he looked like he’d take any idea at this point. Their “guests” hadn’t given them much to work on, and engineers preferred to get as much information as possible to assess a situation.
Morgan: ::she cocked an eyebrow:: So, spill it Sparky…
Marty tried not to chuckle; she did have a way with words at times.
Cabrillo: To help move this thing, if we need to move it at all, we need to reduce it's mass. Simplest way to do this is by using the deflector dish which is why I assume you are having Mister Miller work on that. However the more probable and less riskier solution is to reduce the creatures mass without that strain on the Ronin. To do that, what if we use the fighter wing aboard? Assuming we can get close enough, each fighter parks at these relative points ::gesturing to the display:: then they interlock their warp fields to create a large singular warp bubble around the creature. Mass is reduced and we can push or pull the creature if needed without to much engine strain.
Wren: ::not fully incredulous, but definitely concerned:: wouldn't that be extremely difficult, especially if we're going so quickly?
Tucker: Honey I shrunk the space whale?
Morgan: Not an easy plan, and I’m not sure what Major Singh would say about that. Most likely not a problem, but still she’d want a plan in triplicate. She’s tough cookie, FYI,,,,
Cabrillo: No this would not be easy and therefore we would need the skill of the pilots to work in unison for such a tight formation with the creature but it puts less risk on the Ronin.
Tucker: We have the pilots to do it for sure, it’s just we’ll be putting the pilots in harm's way. If that thing decides we’re being aggressive, it could backfire spectacularly.
And that’s the last thing anyone wanted to happen. This thing was more than likely going to see them as hostile, even if they don't make aggressive moves. It’s going to act like an animal protecting its territory.
Morgan: We should approach this thing with caution. Don’t need to be swatted away like some bug on the windshield….
Wren: In that case, we don't need to be as precise with the cuts. I'll whip up instructions for between five and seven probes, which should only take about twenty-five minutes.
Tucker: Have at it Ensign, I have a feeling we’re getting closer to this thing, as time keeps ticking away.
Cabrillo: Response
Morgan: Whatever we’re going to do, we need to do it ASAP. According to the readings we’re getting, we’re not that far off from the thing at the moment. So tick tock.
Ensign Wren nodded and worked on her PADD, a frown crossing her face.
Wren: ::completely at a loss:: How do we keep the ship from tearing in half?
Tucker: Very carefully? That’s the last thing we want to happen.
Morgan nodded in agreement with Tucker.
Morgan: Yeah, that would be very bad…
Cabrillo: response
Marty noticed someone coming into the Pool Table area. It was Ensign Nakada, who’d been away on personal leave but had now rejoined the Ronin. At least that’s what the communication said. It was always good to have another pair of eyes and ears.
Nakada: :: clearing throat in an unbelievably awkward manner :: Sorry to interrupt, Ensign Nakada :: looking at Tucker :: reporting for duty.
Marty nodded and noticed the man was a little..what was the word he was looking for? Off kilter, that seemed as good as any.
Tucker: Welcome back, Mister Nakada. You’ve come back at the right time. We’re about to roll up on some sort of space whale-ish thing, and we hope that we don’t get swatted away like a pesky nat.
Cabrillo: Response
Morgan: ::bobbing her messy bun:: Welcome to the party…
Nakada: :: nodding :: Thank you commander. A pleasure to meet you all. A … creature, you say?
Tucker: Yes, and it’s too big for the normal scanners we have aboard the ship. Ensign Miller and a small team of techs are installing it as we speak.
Cabrillo: Response
Rachel looked at the mission clock, and grimaced.
Morgan: Don’t want to sound like a broken record, but we’re losing time.
Nakada: :: blankly :: … a large creature.
Morgan looked at Wren and jerked her head towards system control, her messy bun almost coming undone. They could do it at the pool table; it was obviously being used for mission planning. There wasn’t a shortage of consoles that they could do it from.
Wren: ::with all the delicacy of a sledgehammer:: hey, just so you know I have a robotic bug in my hair. I made him, his name's Remy, please don't shoot him.
Remy: ::briefly pokes his head out, before burrowing back in::
Tucker: As long as Remy doesn’t get in your way Ensign, the more the merrier.
Morgan: ::shrugged:: Works for me, and no we won’t shoot it…
Cabrillo: response
((A few minutes later))
Everyone was still wracking their brains while Wren and Morgan worked on engine stability. According to the mission clock, they were in range of the beast. That’s when Marty noticed the light’s flicker in Engineering and wondered if it had just been isolated or a ship-wide power fluctuation.
Tucker: Mr. Cabrillo, can you see if that was isolated or indicative of possible problems down the road? According to information coming from the bridge we’re in range of the beastie.
Cabrillo/Nakada: Response
Marty’s comm badge chirped. He reached up and tapped it.
Chip: =/\= Package is installed and is running at 100 percent sir. =/\=
Tucker: Thank’s Chip, return to engineering and assist where needed.
Chip: =/\= Aye, aye, Commander =/\=
It was just Cabrillo, himself and Nakada now, with Wren and Morgan doing their thing. He should inform the bridge about what they’d done so far, and to get some sort of an update, usually it was someone else manning the Pool Table, while he was on the bridge. Though it was good to be in the friendly confines of main engineering.
Cabrillo/Naka: Response
The lights flickered again this time a bit more aggressively. Marty tapped his comm badge.
Tucker: Commander Tucker to the bridge, did ya’lls lights just flicker?
Bridge: =/\= Response =/\=
Tucker: Yeah, same here and I’m assuming the rest of the ship, we’ll try to track it down but I’m pretty sure it’s an electrical systems thing, which my best guess is ‘surging’.
Cabrillo/Nakada: Response
Tucker: We also installed the new deep space package. It was going to be used by stellarcartography, but I’m guessing it might be better to get a good look at the beastie without probes that could get damaged or be seen as hostile.
Bridge: =/\= Response =/\=
Tucker: Understood, Engineering out.
Now that his curiosity had piqued, it was time to track down some power surges. He had a pretty good hunch on what was causing it, but wanted to cross his t’s and dot his i’s.
Tucker: Alright, let's track down those power surges.
Cabrillo/Nakada: Response
TAGS/TBC
((Wren/Morgan will be it's own sim, that's why there's a lack of tags towards the end))