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Brig Diagnostic

Posted on Tue Mar 14th, 2017 @ 1:44pm by Lieutenant Rhesha Th'Kharia & Ensign Ashir Zh'evhihloss
Edited on on Sun Mar 19th, 2017 @ 5:06pm

Mission: Mission 0: Coming Home to Roost
Location: Brig
Timeline: 12 February​, 2394, 1600 Hours

[ON]

After all the craziness of the morning, Rhesha had taken a quick break again, filled out a personal log, eaten a snack, and read the Engineering manual on a level four diagnostic. He had put together a bullet-ed list of all the things that were necessary.

Time to initiate the plan

Rhesha made his way to the brig. Ensign Zh'evhihloss was no longer there. Even better

=^=Lieutenant Th'Kharia to Ensign Zh'evhihloss, please report to the brig.=^=

=^=Acknowledged, Lieutenant.=^=

Ashir entered the brig exactly three and a half minutes later, her serious demeanor showing no hint that she even recognized Rhesha. But she did remember, and had been wondering if he would ever show his face in front of her again. She had no patience for unprepared engineers, or overly-sensitive Andorians for that matter. This man obviously had something planned to have summoned her specifically. The details hardly mattered, though; she's show him how a Starfleet officer conducted themselves professionally.

"Good afternoon, Lieutenant. How may I be of service?"

Perfectly Professional He thought as he cleared his throat and handed her the workorder PADD.

"Good Afternoon, Ensign. I have been assigned to preform a level four diagnostic of the brig. This diagnostic was thought to be warranted by the Chief Engineer and myself, given the recent work order filed with us through Ops. As the Chief of Security is otherwise engaged at this time," A detail I made sure to note. "You have been requested to be present for the diagnostic. Any initial questions?"

The temperature in the room was dropping to near Andoria levels.

Reading every word of the order on the PADD before responding, Ashir simply said "No. Proceed." If this was supposed to be some sort of retribution for drawing attention to ineptitude, the Assistant Engineer was in for a surprise. She had stood guard duties that took far longer than a level four diagnostic did to complete. In fact, she thought she'd time him as he worked, to better gauge the thaan's efficiency.

Rhesha nodded at her acknowledgement and took out his PADD. The first thing that was necessary on a diagnostic of the brig was to ensure that no one was being held in the brig at that time.

"Ensign, Can you verify that the brig is clear of any detainees?"

Ashir made a visual inspection of both holding areas. "All clear."

"Excellent, now if you would drop the forcefields to all the cells?"

Moving towards the console, she deactivated both fields. "Forcefields disabled." He was really going to play this by the book. Oh well, she knew she had more stamina.

"At this point we will have to take the brig into low power mode."

"Brig to low power mode," Ashir parroted back.

"Excellent, and now to begin the step by step systems analysis. Starting with the higher level functions. Security controls and security subroutines."

This process continued unabated for the next hour. It was tedious. Each step of the process verbalized, carried out, checked, and verified. Rhesha was having flashbacks to his exam for Engineering Systems his second semester in the academy. He then remembered that the very next class that he had taken, Engineering Systems (Advanced) had started with the professor giving a litany of reasons that a level four diagnostic was almost never actually preformed. The final reason that she had given was that, "There damned boring." He chuckled remembering that.

"Ensign, did you ever take Engineering Systems (Advanced) with professor Rethman at the academy"

"No." She did have Rethman for Engineering Systems (Introduction), but she was in no mood for conversation so she did not share that fact. This had already gone on far too long for her liking, though she would rather die than show any frustration.

The last item on the list was to power up everything again in sequence. Rhesha started the procedures slowly at first, and then started to speed them up. His plan hadn't worked at all, and he was getting frustrated. He stopped calling out the steps as he went along. Eventually he was skipping steps, things that he knew he could skip, things that would automatically snap on as he hit later steps.

It appeared Rhesha had cracked first. "Getting impatient are we?" Ashir asked innocently.

"Listen, you and I both know that this was a waste of our time. And I'll be damned if you are going to make this go any slower than it already has." He turned back to the console and kept powering up the systems.

Ashir smirked. "I believe the level four diagnostic was your idea to begin with, Lieutenant. Has your attempt to 'get back at me' for following procedure not gone as expected?"

The emotion that had been pent up during the entire diagnostic almost exploded out of him. Both of his fists clenched on the console. After a moment he grabbed his PADD and turned to leave the Brig. This was a fight that he had lost, but he was not about to be cowed.

The Assistant Security Chief said nothing, but shook her head and resumed the start-up routine. If there was one thing Ashir couldn't stand, it was an overly-sensitive Andorian. Thaans, she thought. Can't live with them, can't shoot them out the nearest airlock.

[OFF]

Lieutenant Junior Grade Rhesha Th'Kharia
Assistant Chief Engineering Officer
USS Firebird NCC-88298



Ensign Ashir Zh'evhihloss
Assistant Security Chief
USS Firebird NCC-88298


 

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