Making One's Presence Felt
Posted on Fri Dec 25th, 2020 @ 10:17am by Lieutenant Prida Rala
Edited on on Thu Jan 21st, 2021 @ 3:03pm
Mission 4: Letting the Hair Down
Location: Deck 36: Main Engineering
Timeline: MD 05 - 0930 Hours
“No, no, no,” scoffed Captain Azulas as she rose from her command chair and glanced back towards the Tactical Officer behind the tactical rail, and her acting Tellarite Executive Officer. “The Ferengi said that if we wanted to put our latinum where our mouth was then we could go back to the station and challenge him to Tongo or Dabo,” the Trill frowned. “It was your fault we even got challenged in the first place Commander,” the mistress of the USS Solaria countered before returning to her seat with a shake of the head.
Commander Vasul Gor, son of Rear Admiral Vasoch Gor, frowned and crossed his arms across his stocky chest as the man with pig-like features scowled at the Tactical Officer and the Engineer stood next to him. “How was I supposed to know that the Ferengi was listening in to my idle boast? I’ve never been to Deep Space Nine before!” Gor protested fiercely.
“You are forgetting the twenty second rule of acquisition Commander,” Lieutenant Prida Rala spoke from beside the Tellarite, “Wise men can hear profit in the wind.”
“With ears as big as his I’m not surprised…” Gor fumed as he moved around the rail and made his way towards his chair beside the Trill Captain, but as he did so, everyone’s attention was diverted towards the forward Ops station that began to beep and chirp out of nowhere.
“Report,” Azulas queried as her gaze fell forward to the woman at Ops whilst Gor took his seat at her right hand side.
A few seconds of silence passed as the woman confirmed her readings before turning slightly to address her CO’s question. “We are approaching Risa ma’am,” she revealed before turning back to her console.
“Take us out of warp Ensign,” Azulas ordered as she gripped the arms of her command chair. On the main viewer, the glorious sight of Risa was greeted with sighs of relief from nearly everyone on the bridge of the Galaxy-class starship.
Thirteen days. Thirteen long, seemingly endless days of travel had finally come to an end with the ships arrival at the planet and, for a while at least, the crew would have some time to explore whilst the ship received some supplies and crew replacements. Some of the crew who had been with the ship for a while would be departing for pastures new, but for the Engineer who had been a guest aboard ship, it would be a chance for her to finally move on to pastures new of her own.
“Commence docking procedures,” Gor ordered whilst the Lieutenant remained in her daydream-like state for a few more seconds.
Even with the ship in orbit of Risa, main engineering was a hive of activity. Any engineer worth their salt didn’t know the meaning of downtime and, it appeared that this was the case on the Orion. Prida had beamed over and decided to go and get a feeling for the situation in engineering before reporting to her new commanding officer. What she saw would be a worrying sight to anyone not in the gold uniform of the engineering division. Engineers were buried under consoles, surrounded by parts, arguing with each other and, apparently, getting annoyed at certain systems failures. To her, it was just business as usual at the heart of a starship.
“Oi!” Tony said as he rubbed his forehead in frustration, “let’s start again and this time do it at half the speed. We really need to get this bag of bolts working properly people!” He added before feeling a presence behind him. Wallace turned to see a Cardassian woman standing behind him, but a Cardassian woman unlike any he had seen before. He had, of course, been informed of the new Chief’s arrival but hadn’t expected her so soon. “I’m sorry, ma’am. We’re trying hard to get this ship fully operational again but as soon as we get one system sorted another throws a hissy fit and plays up.”
"Have you put in a request for additional support from the yard engineers?" Prida queried as she stood near the warp core and surveyed the room before looking back at the Assistant Chief Engineer, her hands on her hips in disapproval.
Tony Wallace nodded, “I have, but they’re short on engineering staff. When more become available they’ll be directed to the Orion but until then, my team, sorry, your team, are left trying to sort out what the Corps of Engineers should have done months ago,” he said with a sigh. “We’ll get there, ma’am. I’m sure of it.”
“I expect nothing else,” the Bajoran frowned, finally relenting and lowering her hands from her hips. “I want a complete update on all outstanding issues within the hour, and a list of actions taken to address them. No doubt the Captain will want to know the ship's status and I don’t want to frustrate him on my first day, or this might just turn out to be your last…”
Wallace and Prida exchanged silent glares until, eventually, the Bajoran won the day and the Terran set about his new task, all whilst several others had gathered to catch a glimpse of the new Chief bust the guy down a peg or two.
With her authority on engineering firmly stamped in place, Prida finally smiled.
She was going to like it here, even if her team didn’t like her.
Lieutenant Prida Rala
Chief Engineering Officer, USS Orion