RP Log: Well, There's Your Problem
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- Turbolift <USS Coleman NCC-91807>
|Deck 1| Bridge, Break Room, Ready Room, Unit Operations Center |Deck 2| Conference Room, COps Office, Offices, Transporter Room One, XO's | | Office |Deck 3| Communications Control, Captain's Quarters, Forward Observation, | | Senior Officer Quarters, XO's Quarters |Deck 4| Autopsy, CMO's Office, Crew Quarters, Life Support, Medical Storage, | | Morgue, Medical Lab, Operating Room, Recreation Center, Replimat, | | Shuttlebay Control, Sickbay, Sensor Control, Transporter Room Two |Deck 5| Armory, CSec's Office, Computer Control, Detention Facility, Food | | Storage, Forward Weapons Control, Holodeck, Hololab, Impulse | | Assemblies, Library, Quarters, Ship's Security, Science Labs, | | Target Range |Deck 6| Airponics, Airlock, Cargobays, Hydroponics, Quarters, Shuttlebay, | | Water Storage |Deck 7| CEng's Office, Damage Control, Engineering Lab, Engineering Design | | Lab, Industrial Replication, Main Engineering, Machine Shop, Nacelle | | Access |Deck 8| Armor Generators, Batteries, Deflector Control, Fuel Storage, Shield | | Generators |Deck 9| Buoy and Tractor Control, Egress Ramp, Hazardous Materials Storage, | | Waste Management
Nimah would be dusty, but the ship is too new for that. She is armed with a tricorder and glances up as the turbolift gets to deck 4. "Not where I was aiming, but it'll do."
T'Hana steps onto the turbolift. "I believe I have interrupted your travel by calling the turbolift," she notes.
Nimah nods. "So it would seem. Where are you off to?"
"I am traveling to the bridge," T'Hana replies and stares forward. After an uncomfortable pause, she decides to elaborate as she's seen others do. "It appears that the Shipyard left a number of consoles without power," she tells Nimah.
[T'Hana's Commbadge] Incoming communication request from Ensign Palmas.
[T'Hana's Commbadge] Opening communications channel from Ensign Palmas.
"Lieutenant T'Hana," she states. The Vulcan glances at Nimah and, unexpectedly, nods in agreement.
Nimah is pretty patient through uncomfortable pauses. "Really? Damn, that sucks." She pauses as T'Hana gets a comm request.
[T'Hana's Commbadge] Palmas says, "Chief, y'need any extra hands? I've finished a rather dull report and wanted to help get the ship, well, ship shape."
Nimah pipes up. "Wanna come crawl in tubes with me, Palmas?"
"I do not require assistance at this time," T'Hana replies. She purses her lips, glances at Nimah for a moment, and then stares forward. "Please meet me on the bridge, Ensign Palmas," she decides.
T'Hana glances at Nimah. "Or, if you would prefer, you may accompany Ensign Nimah in the jeffries tubes," she adds.
[T'Hana's Commbadge] Palmas says, "Considering I'm already on the bridge, it would be most logical if I just waited here."
"Very well," T'Hana replies. "T'Hana out."
You double tap your commbadge.
[T'Hana's Commbadge] Connection from Ensign Palmas terminated.
"Oh.. Lieutenant.. we're going to have a social gathering to watch Gorn Wrestling Federation match in the next few days." Nimah grins. "We're inviting anyone who wishes to join to come along."
T'Hana glances at Nimah. "I will ask Ensign Palmas to report to you once I am finished instructing him on console repair on the bridge," she offers. The Vulcan stares forward until Nimah tells her about the GWF match. She turns and nods her head fractionally, not interpreting this as an invitation being extended towards her.
"He doens't need to, unless he's bored." Nimah comments about Palmas and then smiles. "You are welcome to join us when the match happens."
T'Hana's eyes flick to the side as she considers Nimah's invitation. It's clear that she wasn't expecting this. After some silence, she tilts her head towards the Denobulan. "I understand," she replies. "I do not anticipate having time to participate." It's not quite a no. She faces forward again and commands the turbolift to move.
You say, "Bridge"
A computer generated voice says, "Now at Deck 1."
"Well, if you do. C'mon by." Nimah accepts the 'not quite no' with grace. "Good luck with powering the consoles." She gestures. "I'll hop out here and check for hatches."
T'Hana nods and steps out.
- 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.
Palmas is standing, manning tactical, looking out the viewscreen into nothin
T'Hana steps off of the turbolift with a small bag slung around her shoulder. Spotting Palmas at the console, she approaches. "Ensign Palmas," she says evenly. "You indicated that you would like to assist in rendering the ship... 'ship shape' as you put it."
Palmas nods at T'Hana. "I've not seen much of the Captain, and I've worked through all the tasks assigned to me by the XO. I figure the sooner I help you out the sooner we can get this ship flying."
"The bulk of my work is pending approval of my proposal for how to accomplish it," T'Hana replies, eyes halfway lidded as they often are. "However, there is a task to complete on the bridge." She walks over to the engineering console and stands beside it with perfect posture, both hands clasped behind her back. "Please come here," she says, not unkindly.
Palmas walks, not in a matter to disimilar to a penguin, over to the Engineering console.
"Please observe the console," T'Hana directs, gesturing to the engineering console with her hand.
Palmas looks at the console, ready to observe what the Vulcan desires.
"What are your observations?" T'Hana asks.
>Intercom< Lieutenant Commander McAllister says, "Captain to Bridge"
>Intercom< Ensign Palmas says, "Ensign Palmas on behalf of the Bridge. What can we do for you, Captain?"
>Intercom< Lieutenant Commander McAllister says, "We do have stores of Rum aboard, yes? Not that silly fake stuff. Actual rum. "
>Intercom< Ensign Palmas says, "That sounds like it'd be an Ops question. Would you like us to run a check on the manifest?"
Lieutenant Ramirez arrives from Deck 1 - Corridor.
Palmas salutes, as he stands at the Engineering console with the Vulcan. "Sir."
>Intercom< Lieutenant Commander McAllister says, "See to it. I want the crew to appreciate their down time, in moderation"
T'Hana is standing near the engineering console, watching Palmas.
Ramirez comes onto the bridge, blinking. There is a look of vague consternation on his face, but seeing the other two officers, he VERY quickly banishes it from his face. He looks to the intercom. The expression on his face, for as moment, appears to be disbelief. Quickly, though, he banishes it.
T'Hana's brow lowers fractionally. "It appears that our lesson will have to wait," she tells Palmas joylessly.
Ramirez looks over to Palmas, his face turning to a bland, unreadable expression. "I'm sorry. If I've interrupted, I mean." Looking to Palmas, he states flatly, "I'll handle the Captain's request, Ensign. I'll take responsibility."
Palmas looks towards Ramirez. "Truly the mark of a dedicated Captain, he askes us: Members of the Crew, where the booze at." His tone is warm, pleasant, the words however are a bit scathing.
T'Hana turns towards Ramirez. "That would be agreeable, Lieutenant," she says. "Ensign Palmas was about to give me his observation of the engineering console."
Ramirez nods. "Please continue, Ensign, Lieutenant. I'll handle this." He really does his level best to keep his expression absolutely unreadable. He might be a credible poker player.
Palmas nods, giving Ramirez that man to man look of 'oof, brother.' Before returning his focus to T'Hana's instructions.
T'Hana nods at Ramirez and then turns towards Palmas again. She once again extends her open palm towards the console. "Your observation, Ensign," she requests.
Palmas ponders aloud, "Well, if I had to guess, The console looks unpowered and dark."
T'Hana nods. "Acceptable," she replies. High praise. She once again stands with both hands clasped behind her back. "You have established that the console is unpowered and is dark," she states. "That is not yet a diagnosis. Please perform a more detailed inspection."
A standard issue console, capable of numerous programmable functions.
Engineering Console is not connected to power and remains dark.
Palmas squints real hard. "My professional medical diagnosis? Your console isn't plugged in, chief."
>Intercom< Lieutenant Ramirez says, "All personnel. Be advised, we have personnel in the bussard collector. Do not energize any war-related equipment until the all clear is given. That is all."
[Ramirez's Commbadge] Incoming communication request from Lieutenant (jg) Perim.
[Ramirez's Commbadge] Opening communications channel from Lieutenant (jg) Perim.
Ramirez says, "Ramirez here."
T'Hana nods. "Correct," she states, apparently already aware. "Operations has identified two consoles that were not correctly installed by the Shipyard. I have corrected this error for one of them." The Vulcan gestures again to the console. "You will correct this error for this one." She removes a tool from her bag and holds it out for Palmas to take. "The first step is to remove the panel underneath the main control surface," she instructs.
[Ramirez's Commbadge] "Commander, its Lieutenant Perim." Perim says, "I'm aboard and thought I should get right to it. But, if you want me to come and report in I can do that too?"
Ramirez chuckles. "Thank you for the promotion, Lieutenant, but it's just Lieutenant for me. Come on up to the operations center on Deck 1. I'll meet you there shortly."
[Ramirez's Commbadge] "Alrighty, Tedron out."
[Ramirez's Commbadge] Lieutenant (jg) Perim double taps his commbadge.
[Ramirez's Commbadge] Connection from Lieutenant (jg) Perim terminated.
Ramirez nods to the other two, pausing only to say, "Lieutenant T'Hana. Lieutenant Perim will be reporting to you. After I in-brief him, where would you like me to send him?"
Palmas having finished waiting for the call to end, crouches down and take the tool as instructed, eyeing the incorrectly installed device. "I'd like to remind the chamber here I'm security not a sciency sawbones."
T'Hana's eyes flick down towards Palmas but she does not turn her head. "I am aware of your... alternative skillset," she replies. As Palmas works on removing the panel, T'Hana turns to face Ramirez. "As I am currently engaged in instructing Ensign Palmas, I request that you have Lieutenant Perim secure quarters for himself when you have finished your briefing," she suggests.
[T'Hana's Commbadge] Incoming communication request from Lieutenant (jg) Perim.
[T'Hana's Commbadge] Opening communications channel from Lieutenant (jg) Perim.
[T'Hana's Commbadge] "Hi Lieutenant", Perim says, "Looks like I am reporting to you. Where do you want me?"
"Lieutenant T'Hana," is spoken. The voice is monotone. Very monotone.
Ramirez nods, and moves out.
Lieutenant Ramirez goes Aft.
Palmas is saying nothing and as such is imperceptible on the audio comm
"Please report to Lieutenant Ramirez to complete your in-briefing," T'Hana replies without inflection. "I am currently instructing Ensign Palmas on basic console diagnostics. It would be agreeable to meet once that has concluded."
[T'Hana's Commbadge] "Okey, thank you." Perim out. He looks at Ramirez, "reporting as ordered, sir."
[T'Hana's Commbadge] Lieutenant (jg) Perim double taps his commbadge.
[T'Hana's Commbadge] Connection from Lieutenant (jg) Perim terminated.
Palmas is tinkering along and following the instructions. It's quite nice, frankly, being told what to do by a Vulcan. None of the ruddy vibes based teaching and clear, logical, instructions. It's a bit like working through an ikea booklet. You may not speak their language, really, but boy howdy are the pictures clear.
"Following a noteworthy incident related to malfunctioning gravity plating, all fasteners are now captive," T'Hana explains, turning back towards Palmas, waiting for him to loosen the last one and remove the access panel.
Palmas loosens the last one and removes the access panel. "The panel has now met an unfortunate end." He places it on the ground. "I've slain the vile machine."
T'Hana's expression, somehow, manages to become even more non-plussed. "I do not agree with that assessment, nor is that our objective," she points out. The Vulcan takes a PADD from her bag and holds it out for Palmas to take. Seeing that he's under the console, she gently touches his forearm with the edge of the PADD to draw his attention to it. "Now that you have removed the access panel, please inspect the console's EPS tap and compare what you see with the as-built schematics on the PADD," she instructs evenly. "Do not trust that the shipyard followed them."
Palmas shrugs, he chuckles at his own joke because nobody else will. He shoves his head into the console, clearly looking for something. "Hey, uh. There's not meant to be all this empty space in here, right?" His voice echoes off what will shortly be revealed to be an empty console.
T'Hana's expression might suggest surprise if she could feel that. The Vulcan bends her knees and peers over Palmas' shoulder at the inner-not-workings of the console. Her eyes track the empty space, the unused mounting rails, the capped EPS stubs still sealed, and the untouched optical ports. After a moment, she stands back up. "That is... unexpected," she says. "Very well. You have correctly identified the malfunction, Ensign Palmas. Please secure the access panel."
Palmas pops his head out, plucking the screws back from the spot and begins to reseal the port. "So... uh..." He trails a bit for the dead air. "Good thing you spotted it before we left port?"
"I believe you spotted it, Ensign," T'Hana replies, staring forward at the empty viewscreen.
Palmas laughs, "Welcome to management. We do the work and you get all the credit."
T'Hana acknowledges the comment with a little hmm under her breath. She steps back to give Palmas space to stand back up. "Due to your discovery, repair will have to wait until after Lieutenant Alue obtains the necessary patterns for the industrial replicator," she explains.
Palmas brushes himself off as he stands up. "We don't even have replicator patterns for the armory yet. This ship is all kinds of scuffed."
"I would agree with your assessment, Ensign," T'Hana replies. "Based on your diagnosis of the problem and its severity, the task to resolve it will be the responsibility of Engineering."
Palmas leans up against the hollow console. "We've got a pretty competent Chief of Engineering, I bet she'll have this handled in no time." He clicks his tongue, "I wonder if Cris was able to figure out about the booze. I don't think I've /ever/ heard of a command like that on a posting like this."
>Intercom< Lieutenant (jg) Perim says, "Bridge, and Lieutenant T'Hana, am I ok to power up some of the essential systems?"
>Intercom< Lieutenant Ramirez says, "Lieutenant Perim, there are personnel in the bussard collectors. No equipment related to the warp system should be energized until further notice."
The compliment bounces off of T'Hana. She simply acknowledges Palmas with a slight incline of her head. "It is unusual," she agrees. "However, the captain is not provisioning intoxication. He is provisioning predictability. When individuals believe relief is available, they tolerate strain more efficiently." The Vulcan hesitates as she hears the intercom and then tilts her head. "My approval is irrelevant. The decision aligns with established behavior data. Therefore, it is rational." She glances at Palmas, eyebrows rising slightly.
Palmas shrugs, "It's above my station. I'm really just making conversation."
"As am I," T'Hana replies. "And, above my station as well." The Vulcan holds her hand out so she can be given back her tool. "I must introduce myself to Lieutenant Perim," she explains.
Palmas passes back over the tool. "Have fun." He returns back up to the tactical station and resumes his watch.
"It will be work," T'Hana points out as she takes the tool back. She slips it into her bag and turns to leave.