Lt Cmdr Wil Ukinix - Echo Beach
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Wil Ukinix
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((Chief
Engineer’s Office, Deck 8, USS Veritas))
Ukinix: ::Interrupting, annoyed raised voice:: Medium!
Finally, strands of light from the innards of the replicator constructed a glass of water. When it was completed, Wil didn’t pick it up. He just stood and looked at it. He sighed through his nose, before finally speaking.
Ukinix: Why.
Petras: Sir? I thought that’s what you ordered.
He turned to look at Jayla.
Ukinix: No, not that. Why did you put the customization in place, which seems to be getting worse? What did I ever do?
Petras: ::looks at him surprised:: What did you do?
Wil gave her a look of “don’t give me that.” He took a few steps closer to her.
Ukinix: C’arn, Jayla. I found the customisation, I know you did it. You’ve been all innocent about it up until now. Tell me why you put it there.
Jayla rolled her eyes, before he sensed some level of frustration in her.
Petras: Holoprogram Purple White Haven Beach.
Ukinix: ::furrowed eyebrows:: Come again?
Petras: ::leaning forward in her seat:: You really don’t know what you did?
Ukinix: I-
He stopped and bit his bottom lip. Busted.
Petras: That was an unforgettable month. We had barely regained the Veritas. There had been cascading failures throughout the ship systems and it took everything we had to pull it back together in order for us to escape.
Ukinix: How is that my fault?
Petras: You decided to download an accurate depiction of the Limbo Resort and Prison into our compromised systems. A ton of bandwidth and terraquads of data uploaded into systems that were struggling to keep the ship in orbit.
Ukinix: ::defensively:: It was for Science!
Petras: And somehow you managed to get Geoff to sign off on it, instead of letting us purge it out of our databases. ::rolls her eyes:: He thought it would be a fun addition.
Ukinix: ::Sheepishly:: Um…
((Flashback – Main Engineering, USS Veritas - Stardate 239512.30))
Standing in front of the console that was near the warp core, Wil tapped a few times to get a view of the moon below that the crew had dubbed as “Limbo”.
Someone had sabotaged the Veritas’ deflector dish that enveloped the moon in a temporal field. This caused a time dilation effect – time on the tropical moon ran at a faster pace than the outside universe. It meant that while only hours had elapsed on the ship, months had elapsed on the planet for the crew. If it wasn’t for the heroic efforts of six brave officers including Commander Delano, Kelrod, Aaron Kells and Wil’s Chief Engineer, Geoffrey Teller, the ship would have lost orbit and destroyed – long after all of its crew were dead.
Limbo was hell for some. The stifling heat was unbearable, there was no technology, and no way to contact anyone on the outside. For months crew wondered where Starfleet was to rescue them. When they realised that it had only been minutes in *actual* elapsed time since the order was given by Captain Rahman to abandon ship (even though months had elapsed for them), many crew members lost hope and were driven to despair.
Wil eventually became of those officers. But the planet wasn’t all bad. At least not the in “New Risa Resort & Spa” part of the planet where the engineers had built a small town complete with a hot tub. The other parts of the moon weren’t so great. Especially the parts that were home to the “mantilion”, a particularly large and vicious native predator with a penchant for people’s arms.
But for Wil it was the beach dubbed as “Purplewhitehaven” that was a place of magic for him. Four kilometres away from New Risa and hard to reach due to very heavy rainforest that lined it, it was named after the beautiful Whitehaven beach on Earth. Purplewhitehaven was smaller than its Earth counterpart, but also had large streaks of bright purple fine silica sand. It was a gorgeous place.
But that was now almost gone. As the ship limped in orbit around the Planet, every engineer kept busy trying to jury-rig key systems so that the ship could make it to Esperance. Just about everyone was glad to be back on board and hated the planet.
Wil zoomed in on Purplewhitehaven, and sighed a little. It was likely going to be the last time he saw it.
Ukinix: oO Maybe it doesn’t have to be that way… Oo
Teller: Wil, you about ready to disconnect those EPS taps? Skipper wants us to break orbit by 1400.
Wil jumped in surprise at Teller’s voice.
Ukinix: Chief! I was, um, just ah - ::gesturing to console:: - testing the visual sensors.
Geoff glanced over Wil’s shoulder and saw an image of Limbo, far below. From here it didn’t look like a scathing, sun scorched, sand covered prison, but Geoff wasn’t fooled. They’d been back aboard ship a day, but his skin was still scorched and he was finding sand in places even the sonic shower couldn’t get to.
Teller: Well that’s one thing working at least. Let the bridge know, at least they won’t have to look out a window to navigate. ::Geoff forced himself to stop itching around his collar and mumbled, mostly to himself:: Wonder if Raissa has any of that sunburn cream left...
Wil stared for a moment, unable to not notice how red from sunburn his Chief was. It was redder than his hair, which was saying something. That would never be unseen.
Ukinix: Aye Lieutenant. oO Poor bloke Oo
Teller: After that, you and I get to start crawling through jefferies tubes, figure out just how much of a mess we’ve made of the forward EPS grid.
Ukinix: Oh, and Chief?
Geoff noticed a slight hesitation in his friend’s voice, a subtle shifting of the eyes. It didn’t take an empath to tell he was being a bit cagey.
Teller: Yeah?
Ukinix: Just um – well, thought it’d be a good idea to perform a basic topographic scan of the planet. You know, for the Science boffins at Starfleet HQ.
Geoff scowled, momentarily mystified at the request. For him, Limbo was best forgotten in as rapid a fashion as possible...but Wil had a point. Teller shrugged and turned his attention to another diagnostic.
Teller: Make it quick - computer core is still mostly offline and I’m sure Ops needs those resources for something more important.
Ukinix: Understood.
Oh, he understood alright. But he wanted more than just topographical data. He wanted to someday recreate that beach in a holodeck. Making sure no-one was looking, Wil adjusted the parameters of the scan with the highest level of fidelity as possible, focused on one area of the planet. Purplewhitehaven beach.
The ship’s sensors happily scanned away for a few minutes, until klaxon warning tones echoed around engineering. The power draw from the scan was too much for other systems to cope.
Wil looked around again, before looking at his console.
Ukinix: ::Quietly under his breath, talking to console:: Just twenty-seven more seconds, baby, c’mon.
Geoff’s console began blatting alarms as the main computer began crawling to a halt. Something was using nearly 99% of it’s slim resources, all at once.
Teller: Wil are you painting the thing in oils over there? Main computer is running like an abacus and we’d be getting complaints from half the ship, but comms are down.
Ukinix: Oh! Um… not sure.
Geoff leaned against the console and went to take a sip from his coffee, but the cup was already empty.
Teller: Damn I could use a drink…
((End Flashback))
Ukinix: He… ::crossing arms:: *kiiinda*… signed off on it?
Petras: It took the computer operations department almost three weeks to get the systems back online and working efficiently. ::dramatic pause:: That’s what you did.
He rounded the desk in the office and sat across from Jayla again, before clasping his hands.
Ukinix: I didn’t think anyone knew about the detailed scans of the beach. ::Palms up:: You got me, it was for the sole intent of recreating it as a holodeck program. I was worried for *days* that someone would find out about it and I’d get in trouble.
Petras: Response
Ukinix: Well… Geoff and I got drunk on Esperance, and then my Klingon girlfriend almost assassinated the both of us, so I forgot about it.
Petras: Response
Ukinix: ::Sigh:: OK. You got me. ::Resting chin on hand:: Short of an order oO which means Roshie might find out about it Oo, what would it take for you to remove the customisation? The computer’s pedantic enough already as it is without it.
Petras: Response
Tags/TBC
Ukinix: ::Interrupting, annoyed raised voice:: Medium!
Finally, strands of light from the innards of the replicator constructed a glass of water. When it was completed, Wil didn’t pick it up. He just stood and looked at it. He sighed through his nose, before finally speaking.
Ukinix: Why.
Petras: Sir? I thought that’s what you ordered.
He turned to look at Jayla.
Ukinix: No, not that. Why did you put the customization in place, which seems to be getting worse? What did I ever do?
Petras: ::looks at him surprised:: What did you do?
Wil gave her a look of “don’t give me that.” He took a few steps closer to her.
Ukinix: C’arn, Jayla. I found the customisation, I know you did it. You’ve been all innocent about it up until now. Tell me why you put it there.
Jayla rolled her eyes, before he sensed some level of frustration in her.
Petras: Holoprogram Purple White Haven Beach.
Ukinix: ::furrowed eyebrows:: Come again?
Petras: ::leaning forward in her seat:: You really don’t know what you did?
Ukinix: I-
He stopped and bit his bottom lip. Busted.
Petras: That was an unforgettable month. We had barely regained the Veritas. There had been cascading failures throughout the ship systems and it took everything we had to pull it back together in order for us to escape.
Ukinix: How is that my fault?
Petras: You decided to download an accurate depiction of the Limbo Resort and Prison into our compromised systems. A ton of bandwidth and terraquads of data uploaded into systems that were struggling to keep the ship in orbit.
Ukinix: ::defensively:: It was for Science!
Petras: And somehow you managed to get Geoff to sign off on it, instead of letting us purge it out of our databases. ::rolls her eyes:: He thought it would be a fun addition.
Ukinix: ::Sheepishly:: Um…
((Flashback – Main Engineering, USS Veritas - Stardate 239512.30))
Standing in front of the console that was near the warp core, Wil tapped a few times to get a view of the moon below that the crew had dubbed as “Limbo”.
Someone had sabotaged the Veritas’ deflector dish that enveloped the moon in a temporal field. This caused a time dilation effect – time on the tropical moon ran at a faster pace than the outside universe. It meant that while only hours had elapsed on the ship, months had elapsed on the planet for the crew. If it wasn’t for the heroic efforts of six brave officers including Commander Delano, Kelrod, Aaron Kells and Wil’s Chief Engineer, Geoffrey Teller, the ship would have lost orbit and destroyed – long after all of its crew were dead.
Limbo was hell for some. The stifling heat was unbearable, there was no technology, and no way to contact anyone on the outside. For months crew wondered where Starfleet was to rescue them. When they realised that it had only been minutes in *actual* elapsed time since the order was given by Captain Rahman to abandon ship (even though months had elapsed for them), many crew members lost hope and were driven to despair.
Wil eventually became of those officers. But the planet wasn’t all bad. At least not the in “New Risa Resort & Spa” part of the planet where the engineers had built a small town complete with a hot tub. The other parts of the moon weren’t so great. Especially the parts that were home to the “mantilion”, a particularly large and vicious native predator with a penchant for people’s arms.
But for Wil it was the beach dubbed as “Purplewhitehaven” that was a place of magic for him. Four kilometres away from New Risa and hard to reach due to very heavy rainforest that lined it, it was named after the beautiful Whitehaven beach on Earth. Purplewhitehaven was smaller than its Earth counterpart, but also had large streaks of bright purple fine silica sand. It was a gorgeous place.
But that was now almost gone. As the ship limped in orbit around the Planet, every engineer kept busy trying to jury-rig key systems so that the ship could make it to Esperance. Just about everyone was glad to be back on board and hated the planet.
Wil zoomed in on Purplewhitehaven, and sighed a little. It was likely going to be the last time he saw it.
Ukinix: oO Maybe it doesn’t have to be that way… Oo
Teller: Wil, you about ready to disconnect those EPS taps? Skipper wants us to break orbit by 1400.
Wil jumped in surprise at Teller’s voice.
Ukinix: Chief! I was, um, just ah - ::gesturing to console:: - testing the visual sensors.
Geoff glanced over Wil’s shoulder and saw an image of Limbo, far below. From here it didn’t look like a scathing, sun scorched, sand covered prison, but Geoff wasn’t fooled. They’d been back aboard ship a day, but his skin was still scorched and he was finding sand in places even the sonic shower couldn’t get to.
Teller: Well that’s one thing working at least. Let the bridge know, at least they won’t have to look out a window to navigate. ::Geoff forced himself to stop itching around his collar and mumbled, mostly to himself:: Wonder if Raissa has any of that sunburn cream left...
Wil stared for a moment, unable to not notice how red from sunburn his Chief was. It was redder than his hair, which was saying something. That would never be unseen.
Ukinix: Aye Lieutenant. oO Poor bloke Oo
Teller: After that, you and I get to start crawling through jefferies tubes, figure out just how much of a mess we’ve made of the forward EPS grid.
Ukinix: Oh, and Chief?
Geoff noticed a slight hesitation in his friend’s voice, a subtle shifting of the eyes. It didn’t take an empath to tell he was being a bit cagey.
Teller: Yeah?
Ukinix: Just um – well, thought it’d be a good idea to perform a basic topographic scan of the planet. You know, for the Science boffins at Starfleet HQ.
Geoff scowled, momentarily mystified at the request. For him, Limbo was best forgotten in as rapid a fashion as possible...but Wil had a point. Teller shrugged and turned his attention to another diagnostic.
Teller: Make it quick - computer core is still mostly offline and I’m sure Ops needs those resources for something more important.
Ukinix: Understood.
Oh, he understood alright. But he wanted more than just topographical data. He wanted to someday recreate that beach in a holodeck. Making sure no-one was looking, Wil adjusted the parameters of the scan with the highest level of fidelity as possible, focused on one area of the planet. Purplewhitehaven beach.
The ship’s sensors happily scanned away for a few minutes, until klaxon warning tones echoed around engineering. The power draw from the scan was too much for other systems to cope.
Wil looked around again, before looking at his console.
Ukinix: ::Quietly under his breath, talking to console:: Just twenty-seven more seconds, baby, c’mon.
Geoff’s console began blatting alarms as the main computer began crawling to a halt. Something was using nearly 99% of it’s slim resources, all at once.
Teller: Wil are you painting the thing in oils over there? Main computer is running like an abacus and we’d be getting complaints from half the ship, but comms are down.
Ukinix: Oh! Um… not sure.
Geoff leaned against the console and went to take a sip from his coffee, but the cup was already empty.
Teller: Damn I could use a drink…
((End Flashback))
Ukinix: He… ::crossing arms:: *kiiinda*… signed off on it?
Petras: It took the computer operations department almost three weeks to get the systems back online and working efficiently. ::dramatic pause:: That’s what you did.
He rounded the desk in the office and sat across from Jayla again, before clasping his hands.
Ukinix: I didn’t think anyone knew about the detailed scans of the beach. ::Palms up:: You got me, it was for the sole intent of recreating it as a holodeck program. I was worried for *days* that someone would find out about it and I’d get in trouble.
Petras: Response
Ukinix: Well… Geoff and I got drunk on Esperance, and then my Klingon girlfriend almost assassinated the both of us, so I forgot about it.
Petras: Response
Ukinix: ::Sigh:: OK. You got me. ::Resting chin on hand:: Short of an order oO which means Roshie might find out about it Oo, what would it take for you to remove the customisation? The computer’s pedantic enough already as it is without it.
Petras: Response
Tags/TBC
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