Repairs
Posted on Thu Mar 2nd, 2017 @ 11:58pm by Lieutenant Alana Tovan & Lieutenant JG Danetria Andrakos-Roarke
Edited on on Thu Mar 2nd, 2017 @ 11:58pm
Mission:
Brave New World
Location: Deck 7
Walking along in silence seemed to be the thing to do all the way to deck seven. The music piped into the turbo lift did nothing to spark conversation, neither did the awkward door crank that opened up into the quarantined off area which border lined on spooky between all of the damage still prevalent and the distinct lack of people. It was unnerving, even for someone who preferred to be alone. "Have you ever been in a station section all emptied out like this?" the tiny woman asked, determined to not let the emptiness bother her. "No people, just open.. I bet the acoustics are great.."
Alana shook her head, though she really didn't mind the isolation. Still, on a starbase, finding someplace to be by yourself was no small task. "No, not quite this empty, at least not on a starbase. Normally I have to work a lot harder to find this much peace and quiet." She was tempted to test out the acoustics, but suddenly remembered how terrible her singing voice was. "I did oversee a starship refit once. It was just me and my engineering team. It wasn't completely lifeless, but certainly strange at times. You want eerie, try standing on an empty bridge with main power offline." Tovan maneuvered the heavy-load lifter into the quarantined area. She was getting a little anxious to get this job finished, but mostly because she was tired of lugging the equipment around.
"This is the first station that I've worked on," Dana admitted with a sigh. "I've worked on big ships, little ships, but nothing as massive as a station. There's typically so many people that it's hard to hear yourself think if you're anywhere near the main drags."
"It's the first station that I've worked on as well," Alana replied. "I used to live on a station, when I was little, but it wasn't as large as this one. I try not to think about that much though." Her cold gray eyes stared off into the distance for a moment before she shook herself back to realty. "At least now I can at least retreat back to the Carthage when it gets to be too much."
Dana didn't miss the shudder or the momentary brush with the thousand yard stare. In response her shoulders dropped some and her head lowered a little- reflex built into her to be as nonthreatening as possible when surrounded by others that were hurting. In the past it was refugees- just like she was- confined to years long waits for processing into permanent homes. Whatever spurred that expression, instinctively Dana answered it. She didn't reach out and touch the other woman's hand, though the urge was there. "Hey, it's okay. I'm not much of a people person either. Doesn't bother me much when I sing, but I just disappear in a room full of people otherwise. They're happy for stocks and sales and top shelf booze and I'm over there thankful to have boots to wear and and a bed to sleep in. It's hard to relate."
Alana supposed it was hard to relate, especially since she wasn't sure she had any idea what the other woman was talking about. And she was afraid to ask. She gestured down the corridor. "That looks like our damaged power buffer down there." The access panel had been blown off during the fighting, and the power buffer was hanging precariously. Another blow could have shaken the equipment loose and caused a plasma leak. It looked stable, for now, but it was still going to be a delicate operation.
"Oh good and it's hanging on hopes and prayers," Dana said as she eyed it dubiously. "So how do you want to do this? I've got no problems with climbing up and taking the awkward positions if you don't want to. You've got the rank."
It was true that she had the rank, but Alana often had issues with delegation. She preferred to do the work herself most of the time. But this one was a two man job. It would take them both to get it secured. "Well, we need to get the lifter into position before we can move it. But before we do anything else, I would recommend that we shut off the power flow upstream. I'd hate to be standing next to this thing if it falls." Tovan left the lifter sit where she left it, and gestured down the corridor with her tool kit. "There's another junction about seventeen meters that way. We should be able to access it from there."
"After you."
Lieutenant Alana Tovan
Engineer
Lieutenant JG Danetria Andrakos-Roarke
Engineer
