"First Scientist, Then Executive Officer, Now This!"
(Previous Post: "They Said It Might Be Bumpy Ride")
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Stardate: 60331.0850
As the Chief Science Officer of the USS HATHOR, the
Shillian woman had made it her task to insure that the
cause of the inertial dampening field failure had not
been external in any way. Although there had been
very few known phenomenon that could be accountable
for such a problem the scientist had begun a thorough
search of the area of space they had travelled through
just in case they had encountered one of these rare
occurrences.
Thanks to the order given by Captain Serenna to drop
out of warp speed, the task of the Shillian scientist
had been made much easier permitting the sensors to
carefully search the section of the cosmos where the
incident had happened. Despite the intensity of the
investigation the Chief Science Officer had failed to
discover any possible links between any natural
spatial phenomenon and what had happened on the USS
HATHOR.
"How is the ship doing?" The Commanding Officer asked
of the Chief of Operations who quickly looked down at
his instruments before giving the captain his report.
"No change," Ensign Kea said, "all of the systems are
coming across as working within specified parameters.
Whatever caused the power surge in the inertial
dampening system is either gone or it does not
register on our instruments.
"According to the external sensors the HATHOR did not
traverse a region of space that could be accountable
for what happened," the Shillian scientist said adding
her report to that of the Chief of Operations. "Based
on the available information, we have to go on the
assumption that the cause was internal and may be a
design flaw that was overlooked during the creation of
this type of starship. I mean, there are so many
different integrated systems onboard this ship that I
am amazed that they function as well as they do with
each other, but then again it could have been a simple
engineering miss-calibration which could be eliminated
within an hour or maybe even less."
"Until we can pinpoint the cause of what happened, I
think it would be wise to maintain our current speed,"
Lieutenant Commander Serenna said, leaning back into
her chair and appearing not at all pleased with the
way *her* mission had started out.
"At our current speed and heading we will reach the
KARRABY CLUSTER in," Ensign Uxtar said, stopping for a
brief moment as he confirmed the numbers that had
appeared on his flight control station. "Two point
six *months*."
"Well I do not know about the rest of you," the Nausicaan Chief of Security grinned, "but that is a lot longer than what I had planned for this little *shakedown* cruise."
"I am certain that the engineering staff will be able
to isolate and rectify whatever the problem was," the
Commanding Officer said, shooting a rapid glare in the
direction of the Tactical Officer. "Talking of which,
Lieutenant Commander Maya, if your scans are completed
I would like for you to go down to Sickbay and check
on our injured crew member."
The Shillian scientist had been on the verge of asking
as to why she, the Chief Science Officer, would need
to do this task but the woman quickly realised that
the job requested of her had fallen within the
jurisdiction of her other role onboard the USS HATHOR,
that of Executive Officer. With a nod of her head the
scientist left her post on the bridge and exited
setting her sights on Deck 2 and Sickbay.
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The moment the Shillian scientist had stepped into
Sickbay she immediately felt the restrictive size of
the room the Chief Medical Officer had been
complaining so much about. The sickbay of the HATHOR
had indeed been designed to be small and extremely
efficient with space, but obviously the designers had
failed to take into account the size and bulk of
people such as the Oltharian engineer.
"If you are here to get my report on Elan, I will give
it to you, but under one condition," Doctor Summers
said, glaring at the Shillian woman standing in the
still opened doorway. The Executive Officer nodded
her agreement and waited to see what condition or
restriction the Chief Medical Officer would impose.
"Stay exactly where you are!"
"Why?" The Shillian woman asked while looking at the
Oltharian who could barely fit on the smaller
sized-biobed. "Is Lieutenant Fairborn suffering for
some sort of contagious illness?"
The Chief Medical Officer glared at the scientist as
if to say that she should have figured it all out the
moment the Shillian had walked in. "Not unless *size*
has somehow become transmittable. With all due
respect Commander, have you seen the size of my
Sickbay, and with all respect to Elan, have you seen
*his* size."
The Oltharian engineer remained silent while lying on
the small bed, appearing not at all willing to counter
anything that the *Healer* might and would say.
"I just came down to check up on Elan," the Executive
Officer said. "Captain Serenna sent me down as I
suspect she wants to have a general idea as to when
our Chief Engineering Officer will be able to return
to his post. Since the external sensors were unable
to discover an external cause for what happened with
the inertial dampening field generator, everything
points to an internal problem and I suspect that our
Commanding Officer does not want us to limp back home
if the problem can be identified and resolved."
"Elan is fine!" Lieutenant Summers snapped, not
wanting to have the Shillian go on for any longer than
she had to. "I would have been able to fix his broken
Tibia by now had we been on the ANUBIS, but thanks to
the limited amount of space I have to work in, it will
take me a couple more minutes. Lieutenant Fairborn
will be able to return to full active duty within the
next half hour," the Chief Medical Officer said,
looking at the scientist with fire in her eyes. "That
is of course if I can get back to doing *my* job!"
Not wanting to further upset Doctor Summers, the
Shillian woman took a step back and allowed the door
to sickbay to close in front of her, leaving the
Oltharian in the *tender* care of the Chief Medical
Officer of the USS HATHOR.
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And
Acting Executive Officer
"To see the world in a grain of sand, 2005 post #546
Setting: USS HATHOR, Bridge
Stardate: 60331.0900
Setting: USS HATHOR, Sickbay
Jessica Solarik { maya_992003@yahoo.com }
Lieutenant Commander Maya
Chief Science Officer
USS ANUBIS
USS HATHOR
and a heaven in a wild flower.
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
and eternity in an hour."
- William Blake (British, 1757-1827)
