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Like A Phoenix The Firebird Rises [PLOT]

Posted on Thu Jul 19th, 2018 @ 8:39am by Lieutenant Cynfor Rees & Warrant Officer Arlan Harlan
Edited on on Thu Jul 19th, 2018 @ 8:52am

Mission: Mission 3: The Galilei Conundrum
Location: Main Engineering
Timeline: 26 June, 2394 1430 hrs

[ON]

Even though the circumstances were not the best, Cynfor was excited to be heading to Engineering. He relished the chance to get his hands dirty and help make repairs. He changed into a work uniform, complete with an old leather apron that had pockets. The pockets were laden with tools, the apron belonged to Cynfor's father and he used it on all his projects. With a small tinge of excitement Rees jogged to Engineering.

When he arrived Cynfor sought out Harlan. "Well, Chief I am here just point me where you need me." His smile was jovial and could be contagious as he slapped Harlan on the back.

Harlan looked over his shoulder with a tired scowl on his face. He had only just gotten down to the deck to check on things first hand without relying on the bridge's station readout and now he had this perky fellow to oversee. "You can start by checking the power dampeners over in section 2. I'm worried they got pushed to the limit during our little high-wire act a few minutes ago. I'm going to do a walkabout and make sure nothing looks ready to explode."

"You got it Chief..." Cynfor set straight work on the power dampeners. Quite a good number of them needed to be replaced. It also seemed to Rees that too much power was being routed through this junction so he took the liberty of redirecting some of the power through other junctions as that should keep them from overloading in the future. "Chief if we install an auxiliary gel pack we can get another 30 terra joules of power. With a little creative rewiring that extra power can be sent into the reserves for just such a special occasion." Cynfor spoke over his shoulder, he was seeking permission as he did not want to step on any toes down here.

Harlan responded while he was busy glaring at the computer screen, as if the sheer force of his annoyed gaze could fix the numerous outstanding error messages. "Go for it. If you see something that can keep this bucket together for a while in the middle of battle, make it happen. I've got too much going on to watch you work. If you screw up, we likely won't live long enough to all kick you in the rear."

Cynfor cocked an eyebrow and smiled. He set to work on the tasks before him. About twenty minutes later he had the work done. He went over to Harlan, "So what's next Chief?" Cynfor paused for a moment. "Say Chief mind if I ask you a question?"

Harlan answered with a grunt, not even bothering to waste extra energy on words or even a scowl. How this ship would ever survive if he wasn't around, he'd never know at this point. Thankfully, and he'd never admit this out loud, the Firebird was staffed with competent folk like this eager beaver asking him questions. They might make him run for his beloved Tubes every now and again, but if they weren't just the most enthusiastic bunch of people. Nothing like the crew on his first vessel, The Constellation. You could barely walk around without tripping over the sticks people had shoved up their backsides.

The memories started flowing for Harlan just then and he adopted a glazed look in his eyes as his hands worked.

Cynfor saw the Chief's eyes glaze over and thought that either he was lost in deep thought or he was having a stroke. "Chief... Chief are you okay? I was just wondering why you are so dour. Always thinking that the ship will blow up and we will all perish. It was just a curiosity of mine is all."

Cynfor's voice snapped Harlan out of whatever reverie he was in. "Huh? Oh yeah. Well, you don't get through as my stops as I have without developing a heightened sense of paranoia; checking and rechecking things to make sure ships don't blow up and kill their crews. I'd like to think that my sense of doom gives us a healthy advantage over the people that actually want to blow us up. Heh, heh, heh."

"Just consider it something that happens when you get older. How old are you, anyway?"

Cynfor laughed heartily. "I would agree with everything you said chief. That is with one exception. I do not think it is something that happens when you get old. For I am 60 years young. At this point my thought is anything can happen to you out here. So, if it is going to happen then it will happen." He turned to get a good look at Harlan. "And you? How old are you anyway?"

Harlan could barely believe this person was nearly his own age. "I'm probably in my mid-50s if I thought about it. I've spent so many years in space, crawling in Tubes, that I stopped keeping track of time the way I did when I first started. I barely know what year we're living in, much less how old I am." He said this last part with a chuckle himself; it was true that time didn't mean much out in space without things like the sun to keep a regular schedule.

"I can keep track of it, I just choose to forget. It makes me feel young so I can keep up with the rest who are half my age. Although my kids and grand-kids keep reminding me. Space is no place for a granddad they would tell me. My response is simply put, piss on that." Cyn laughed "Tell me do you have a family? For me they mean everything, my family that is."

"Just back on Earth. I did see them for a bit way back when we were on refit, but I don't talk to them too much. They are the reason I joined up, anyway."

Harlan continued after a moments hesitation "Hey I don't mind talking about such things like family and work history, but we've got stuff to fix. I'm not seeing any glaring warnings saying imminent doom, so let's do another walk around and signal up to Captain that we are set. We've still got our people on the spiraling cruise ship and baddies trying to blow us up."

"Agreed... Let us make sure they blow up and not us shall we." Cyn smiled as he fell into step with Harlan. After a moments pause he added "Did I do that right?"

Harlan started to lead the way through the rest of the deck as he responded. "Yeah that seems about right. Everyone got their own little quirk when they fix things. I wouldn't worry too much about it."

[OFF]

Chief Petty Officer Arlan Harlan
Assistant Chief Engineer
USS Firebird NCC-88298



Lieutenant Cynfor Rees
Chief Operations Officer
USS Firebird NCC-88298

 

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Comments (1)

By Lieutenant JG Murril Na on Sat Jul 21st, 2018 @ 9:50pm

Their discussion on aging and outlook was a welcome read, and it fit quite after the excitement/tension of a space battle IMO.