RP Log: Ensign Nimah Wears a New Hat
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- Bridge <USS Coleman NCC-91807>
- The vessel's bridge is longer than it is wide. There are two stations to fore, operations and helm, both of which are also down three steps from the next station, the captain's chair. Behind the captain, along both sides, and a few steps higher, are the engineering, tactical, damage control, and auxiliary stations.
- Illumination is provided along the floor boards, and from an elongated disc in the ceiling. The colouring of which can change with the status level of the vessel.
- A viewscreen adorns the forward bulkhead, above the front two stations.
Ramirez seems to be building an intricate set of patternlockss at his station.
T'Hana steps onto the bridge carrying an industrial crate about the size of a small refrigerator. A bag hangs from her shoulder. She sets the crate on the floor next to the engineering console and gets to work removing the access panel on the engineering console. "Lieutenant, according to your recent report, the transporter system test was met without incident," she states evenly, just as she'd say anything else, ever.
Ramirez nods, even before he looks up. He is pretty clearly focusing on building a complicated set of patternlocks, then pushing them to the chief down in the transporter room. After triple-checking his work, he finally looks up. "Your test plan was followed to the letter, Lieutenant. Additionally, Lieutenant Perim had already brought onboard several inanimate objects, which effectively provided additional testing." His own town is carefully neutral. Not QUITE Vulcan-esque, bot in that neighborhood.
T'Hana continues to work on gaining access to the internals, or lack thereof, of the engineering console. She inclines her head to acknowledge Ramirez's response. When she speaks, her tone remains even and unadorned, carrying no trace of impatience or irony. "Yes," she says simply. "That information was contained in your report." No word receives emphasis. No pause exists to underline the point. No sentiment exists beyond any added by the listener.
Ensign Nimah arrives from Deck 1 - Corridor.
Ramirez mmmms. "So it was." He looks over to T'Hana for a moment, and seems to consider a response. Finally, he turns in his chair, his task done with the patterns. "Lieutenant, I stand by what I said a few days ago. I welcome and appreciate objections and input. Even when I disagree with it. Thank you for sticking to your professional opinion and principle. That's really all that I ask from anyone I work with, in the end."
The doors swoosh, which is nice on a ship where that's not a certainty, and Nimah steps out onto the bridge. "Morning." She glances between them and quriks a curious brow before looking over to the Science console and then back.
"It is possible that I failed to acknowledge the reality that, given our limited crew complement, it is necessary for inter-departmental collaboration to occur outside of established norms," T'Hana offers. She removes the access panel from the engineering console and gently leans it against the nearest bulkhead. T'Hana glances over at Nimah and gives her a fractional nod. "Ensign Nimah," she states. "I have received your report confirming that the jefferies tubes inspection has been completed. I will advise Lieutenant Perim that power profiles can now safely be established." It's about as close to a thank-you as is possible.
Ramirez turns in the central chair to look over towards the newcomer. "Enisgn Nimah." He says nothing while T'Hana speaks, and when she's finished, adds, "Thank you for getting that done. Confined, lonely task, and it was necessary."
The ensign drifts a little closer to the taken apart console, peering into the depths within. "I didnt' find it that squishy, it was kinda fun. Thank you for not vaporizing me." Nimah flashes a grin back to Ramirez before looking back to the console bits rather than T'Hana herself. "Glad the report arrived in one piece. I wasn't certain about the attachments. This is a different input system than I'm familiar with."
T'Hana tilts her head in response to Nimah. "It arrived in a single transmission, if that is what you are wondering," she replies evenly. The Vulcan glances down at the console and then over at Nimah again. "Ensign Nimah," she says. "Acknowledging that inter-departmental collaboration will be necessary on this mission, I wonder if it would be agreeable to assist with the repair of this console." T'Hana extends her open palm towards the engineering console and, by extension, the industrial crate on the floor next to it.
Ramirez doesn't intervene in this one, seemingly content to remain silent as T'Hana makes her request. He /does/ however seem to be watching intently.
"I know nothing about fixing consoles." Nimah warns as she comes closer still and looks between open console and crate and then engineer. "But I can totally hand you things if you want. Or look things up for you. Or whatever you need." She nods a little. "I've been enjoying collaborating with the engineering department. A far cry from my usual work, but I've been enjoying it."
"That was my conclusion after observing you," T'Hana agrees mildly. She steps back to give Nimah room to approach the console. "I will be instructing you," she confirms. T'Hana hesitates, perhaps remembers some social goof from her past, and turns towards Ramirez. "That is, if the Executive Officer has no objections," she adds.
Ramirez shakes his head back and forth without any hesitation whatsoever. "We're all going to be wearing a lot of different hats on this vessel, Lieutenant T'Hana. I encourage cross-training whenever possible and practical."
Nimah crouches down and then just sits on the floor. Access panels are never convenient for the people who have to work on them, that would be far too easy. "Science is the hat that's probably going to just stay on the hat rack for the trip, so use us as you need us. We're just decorative otherwise." She peers into the inner workings of the console. "So testing wired connections? is that what we're doing? Or have you found a busted part already?"
Instead of answering, T'Hana reaches into her tool bag and produces a small, handheld flashlight. She offers it to Nimah. "Please activate this and direct its emission into the console's interior compartment," she instructs.
Ramirez shakes his head. "The thing is, Ensign? Science is like any other department. No one realizes how important it is until we need to solve a mystery." His head shakes. "This will be my third cruise. The first two have been jam-packed with mysteries." He grins to Nimah. "Actually, you're likely going to be instrumental."
Nimah reaches for the flashlight and leans in to sweep the beam around and then kneels to look in more closely. "So like.. I get that we're a big fan of nano stuff, but is it supposed to be like /empty/ in here?" She removes her head from the console and glances back to Ramirez. "I'm not expecting a ton of mysteries in spacedock, nor on a shakedown cruise. just /saying/."
Ramirez looks at something on his PADD, and frowns. "Ahhh. Fresh Ensign incoming. Straight from the Academy." He looks over. "I'll be back shortly."
Lieutenant Ramirez goes Aft.
"I am also a scientist," T'Hana reveals to Nimah, offering a brief glimpse into her background and revealing that her Starfleet commission is slightly more nuanced. T'Hana stares blankly. "It is not," she answers Nimah, concerning whether the console is supposed to appear empty. The Vulcan does not bend down to look inside. She simply stands tall with both hands clasped gently behind her back. "You will observe that mounting rails and grounding points are present, and that the EPS stubs and optical ports remain capped," she states.
"What branch of science?" Nimah asks as she leans in again, sweeping the flashlight around to try and find all of the bits that T'Hana are tellign her should be in there. "I'm gonna say.. when they said 'take a new ship on a shakedown cruise' I did not expect that to include 'finish building the ship first'." She nods, hard to see with her head in the console. "Okay, yeah. I can see the caps and the rails. I'm gonna guess we're installing those bits?"
"That is correct," T'Hana states mildly. "I have replicated the required components. You will install them in the correct order." The Vulcan removes a rectangular component with two connection points and holds it out for Nimah to take. "The first step will be to install the regenerative relay sequencer, which ensures power regulation and grounding." She indicates one of the connectors on the relay. "This must be secured to the EPS tap. Please remove the cap on the EPS tap and secure the relay to it." The Vulcan waits. "Theoretical propulsion, warp field theory," T'Hana answers Nimah's question without fanfare.
"It surprises me not at all that your focus is the stuff I wasn't very good at in school." Nimah comments as she takes the component and then leans back in. She reaches around to magnet the flashlight inside the console, aiming it to where she needs to do things with both hands. "What made you choose engineering over science?" She asks, her voice a little muffled as she wriggles at the cap, getting it removed before spending a few moments looking at the plug and the socket and working out how to connect the two. Easy enough once she's spent a moment looking at them.
"I did not," T'Hana replies. "As I said, I am a scientist." She removes another component, a generic processing core, and offers it. "However, what Starfleet calls engineering happens to be the practical application of my research. I received significant criticism from my peers at the Vulcan Science Directorate for my interest in implementing my own research." She continues standing at near-attention, not watching the progress underneath inside the console. "This processing core is a generic component that I trust you have seen in other systems. Please couple it to the remaining connection point on the relay sequencer." T'Hana falls quiet for several seconds. There's a sense that, ordinarily, she'd remain like that, but something compels her to speak. "If you would tell me your scientific interests, that would be agreeable," she adds.
"Why would implementing your research be a problem?" Nimah sounds confused, and her expression reflects that as she emerges from the console innards to accept the next part. She removes a bit of packaging before leaning back in. "Yeah.. I've met processing cores before, this one's familiar." She confirms as she kneels and uses both hands to get connectors to line up nicely. "Oh. I'm a cultural anthropologist." She explains, almost dismissively. "We're the red headed stepchildren of the science department mostly and I'm glad I took a lot of electives."
"Scientific pursuits are considered more prestigious on Vulcan," T'Hana answers simply. "I often share this conclusion." She finally bends forward to inspect Nimah's progress. Apparently satisfied, she stands tall again. "I do not understand your metaphor comparing anthropologists to stepchildren and their hair color," T'Hana replies blandly as she reaches for the final component in the crate. She bends down and offers it. "This is the console's combined data interface," she explains. "It must be secured as a junction between the processing core, the data ports, and the optical connections."
"Yeah.. I can see that." Nim settles back on her heels a moment, considering. "Sometimes around here too. Even if Engineering is what's required for anything to actually happen. Without the practical side, we're utterly sunk." She mmmms softly as she accepts the next part. "It's an outdated and somewhat ill informed Terran metaphor. Historically those with red hair were less valued as children, and step children.. the product of a partnership other than the current one.. even less again. So a family member, but a very low value and easily dismissed one. Social sciences are not often held in high esteem amongst other scientific pursuits." She offers that without a lot of extra commentary before crawling back into the console guts. "Between processing core.. data ports.. and optical connections? Really? It's supposed to fit?" She uhhs softly and starts wrigglign things around in there to make it all fit.
"I have ensured that the industrial replicator produced these components within established tolerances," T'Hana replies, offering the statement as an answer to whether it will fit or not. The Vulcan falls silent again as she considers Nimah's explanation and allows her time to complete the installation. "That is illogical," she concludes.
"Right. But Vulcan tolerances so basically it needs to be perfect." Nimah's voice holds an edge of amusement as she putters things to make them settle into Vulcan tolerances. "I dare say you might have some clue by this point that most sentients are not noted for their logic. Because social sciences primarily works in qualitative research, it is easy to view it as less rigorous than what is habitually referred to as the 'hard sciences'."
"Perfection is often desired, but can be antithetical to progress," T'Hana replies, staring forward into space. She takes a breath, examining Nimah's comment about social sciences. Finally, she responds. "There is a Vulcan philosophy of Infinite Diversity in Infinite Combinations," she explains evenly. "It is the celebration of the beauty, strength, and progress that occurs from the union of different elements. An argument could be made that your social science informs all other sciences." She continues to wait for Nimah to secure the combined data interface. It is a tricky thing to get right, but that's not how T'Hana would express that idea.
[T'Hana's Commbadge] Incoming communication request from Lieutenant (jg) Perim.
[T'Hana's Commbadge] Opening communications channel from Lieutenant (jg) Perim.
You say, "Lieutenant T'Hana."
Nimah is quiet for a while as she listens, considers and takes her time getting things to sit right. There's a satisfied sound as T'Hana can hear the component click into place. Finally. "Infinite Diversity in Infinate Combinations." Nim repeats thoughtfully, as if testing out the collection of words and how they all fit together. "There's an old old joke that all botany is really chemistry, all chemistry is really physics, all physics is really mathematics and all mathematics is really philosophy." She comments as she settles back and then settles quiet again as comm channels get opened.
[T'Hana's Commbadge] "Hi Lieutenant, its Perim. Am I ok to do those power loadouts now?" Perim asks.
T'Hana says, "Excuse me," to Nimah as she receives a commbadge request. "Lieutenant Perim," she says. "In fact, you are. I received Ensign Nimah's report confirming that she completed her inspections. Your dilligence is noted."
[T'Hana's Commbadge] "I also note we have another engineer aboard now, I can show them the process on the aux craft, Yenny, later too." Perim says.
T'Hana nods. "Very well," she agrees. "That would be agreeable."
[T'Hana's Commbadge] "Alright, I will get to it. Thanks Lieutenant. Perim out."
[T'Hana's Commbadge] Lieutenant (jg) Perim double taps his commbadge.
[T'Hana's Commbadge] Connection from Lieutenant (jg) Perim terminated.
T'Hana doesn't comment on the interruption. Instead, she continues the instruction. "Now that all essential components have been secured, you will test continuity between them," she explains. "You may do so using your tricorder. As a dilligent Science Officer, I trust that you have it."
"Don't leave home without it." Nimah settles back to kneeling and gets out her tricorder to set up the scan she needs and then leans back in. The noises are happy ones, as it scans away in there. "That is looking promissing on the connections all being secure."
T'Hana nods. "I will now activate the console in diagnostics mode," she explains. "Please remain in position and monitor heat dissipation and power consistency using your tricorder. I will verify startup boot timing and processor load." Then, finally, the Vulcan powers the console.
"Everything is operating within expected parameters." Nimah comments as she watches the tricorder while the console starts up. "No extra heat, no shorts, no power fluctuations."
"Indeed," T'Hana replies, watching the console come to life. "Startup behavior and processor load is according to specifications." She steps back from the console to give Nimah room. "Please secure the access panel." T'Hana returns to her straightened posture with both hands clasped behind her back. "Your work has been acceptable, Ensign Nimah," the Vulcan says.
"Thank you." Nimah accepts that compliment for what it is. "Your instruction was very clear." She remembers to retrieve out the magneted flashlight, shutting it off as she sets it aside before getting the access panel and securing it back into place. "One more of the many many things off the list of this lego ship."
T'Hana raises her eyebrow at the unfamiliar term -- lego ship -- but leaves it alone. "I will submit a report reflecting that this work item has been completed," she states simply. "Engineering has received a new crew member and I must address them now." T'Hana bends down and picks up the now empty crate. "I hope this experience has contributed positively to your professional development," she adds.
"Thank you. I did't really expect this level of diversity in my tasks when I left the academy, but I'm really appreciating learning all the new things." Nimah smiles as she stands. "Good luck with the new person."
T'Hana is already walking towards the exit, but Nimah's comment causes her to pause and glance over for a moment before leaving.