RP Log: The Tragic Tale of Mr. Bonk
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| 2021-07-10 22:44 | |
Choma chuckles, "Well, I am supposed to be quite Mad, if you know the origin of my callsign."
"Be happy you have a good callsign" LePage muses. "It could be worse, always"
Choma shakes his head, "Took me a while to be convinced it was a good callsign. After reading Alice in Wonderland, I was really confused until I learned more about Terran history and culture of that time."LePage laughs. "Let me be more clear. Be happy there aren't a bunch of people who only know you as, and will only refer to you as Bonk"
"Interesting name," Hatter comments.
"You wanna take a crack on how I got that?" LePage asks, smiling
Choma shrugs, "Only thing that comes to mind is you must've hit your head against something, Lieutenant. Unless there's a deeper Terran meaning to the word."
LePage laughs and puts his large PADD down. "Let me tell you how I gained the name of Bonk. So here I am, fresh to Utopia Planetia as a civvie contractor. I had just finished up my certification training through Starfleet to make use of the Workbees. I got sent out to do a repair order on the outer hull on the station's office blocks. The kind of place where the command staff of the shipyard basically lives and works. Sounds like an easy job so far, yes?"
Choma nods slowly, but keeps his mouth shut since the flyboy in him can see where the inertia of the story is going.
"No," T'Shaav replies dryly, "since there is a story involved."
"So here I am, conducting my repairs, putting plates onto the hull. I go to take a break, as much as you can take one in a Workbee, and funny enough, guess who forgot to ensure the inertial dampners were operating correctly on his craft? I'm reading a book on my PADD and I have no idea that my Workbee is drifitng. By the time I finally look up, I'm looking through the window of the Admiral's dining room. I can see dignitaries, brass, the lot of em, all eating lunch" LePage recalls, laughing to himself. "Now, I have enough time to start my reverse thrusters to try and avoid the worst and a room of dead brass. I apparently didn't have ENOUGH time to fully avoid a colission. So, I bonked the window. Just like that, at least two admirals, four captains and my boss and section chief are all staring at me"
Choma chuckles, "The mass of the station even without the artificial gravity generators is sufficient to draw a small craft to it. Small craft piloting 101."
"What happened when you returned to the station?" T'Shaav asks.
"A chewing out the likes of which had never been seen, the revocation of my small-craft cert, KP duty despite me being a civillian, and loss of my holosuite privledges. All this instead of being fired because I happened to make the Admiral in charge of the station laugh. In fact, he's the one who saddled me with the name Bonk" LePage sighs, shaking his head with a chuckle.
T'Shaav nods. "It seems," she observes, "that you were fortunate to make entry into Starfleet after that."
Choma smiles, "I don't think a drift would've given you enough velocity to actually have been a hazard to the window, Lieutenant. But I'm sure that it would've gotten more attention if you hadn't tried to arrest your velocity."
"THAT would be because, as a result of that incident, I ended up being an on-call engineer for the smallest of problems for that Admiral. I programmed custom holoprograms for him, I tweaked his replicator to bypass dietary restrictions, the works. When he got wind of the fact I wanted to get into the fleet, he endorsed my entry. Said that for all my haste, I was a decent engineer as long as I stopped to actually think" LePage says to the Vulcan. Turning to Choma he nods. "That's true for sure. When I got told about the incident after cooler heads prevailed, I was told the sound resounded through the entire room and resonated for almost five seconds"
T'Shaav nods. "You were fortunate," she observes dryly. "And I venture to say that admiral's judgment was proven sound."
"Just by the skin of me teeth really. I'm working to make sure he wasn't wrong" LePage says as he picks up his PADD and continues to work.
"And now you know why they don't let fighter pilots fly near a station until we get through flight on the ground," Hatter says. "Not everyone can make the transition to flying in zero G."