minutes.”
“Admiral, I got one fixed, but
the other is stuck. Stupid bolt hole is stripped,” Molly grunted. “Damn fools.
Piece of junk.” He stepped around a heat exchanger.
“Can you work on another while I
re-tap it?” he asked. She nodded, moving immediately for the third exchange.
“It's getting hot in here! What
are you doing?” They heard over the suit comms.
Molly grimaced. “We're doing the
best we can, just bear with us. It isn't a picnic in here you know.” He
chuckled. Proteus traced the coolant lines, and then placed a karat around a
crimped line. “Crimped coolant line by your feet, watch it.” She looked down,
and then carefully stepped over it. She set the exchange down, then reached
over and straightened the line. “Best we can do.”
He felt Proteus change his finger
to a re-tap bore then take control of his arm. He moved forward, letting the AI
reach in and bore the hole out. With his free hand he checked the fittings of
the nearby exchange unit, finding one loose he hand tightened it. “Sprite open
a channel to fabrication.” “Channel open Admiral,” Sprite reported.
“Fabrication 1, this is the
Admiral, I want four new coolant lines, two meters long, um,” he paused, unsure
of the specs. Proteus helpfully fed him the part number on his HUD. “Part
number is uploading to you now.” He waited a moment.
“Who, what?”
He sighed. “Sprite...”
“Got it Admiral, current part on
hold, emergency bypass, they are working on it now,” she reported, not waiting
a beat. She'd clearly sprung into action when the humans had hesitated. He
nodded.
“Fabrication, make sure someone
runs those lines to us FAST,” Molly called.
“You get that?” he asked.
“We got it, Dorah will run it.
Gotta do something to keep her out of my hair...” the woman muttered as she
closed the circuit.
“Coolant on the move.” Proteus
reported a minute later.
“Lock that one down fast Molly,
coolant is coming,” he said.
She nodded and tightened her
wrench. “Okay this one is done, but the fourth...” she said unsure. She turned
to see coolant spilling out of the cables. “Great!”
Proteus retracted his hand. He
checked, the hole was ready. “Okay.” He spun and grabbed the exchange unit and
carefully put it in place. “Got this one too.” He looked over to her setting
hers down on the bolts. She had a problem lining up the holes though.
“Okay, now the fun part.” He
picked up a line and felt it trying to snake out of his hands. Fluid gushed out
all over him, and the unit. “Crap.” He managed to get the coupler to the male
end of the unit then lock it down. “That's one.” He tightened the head until
the dripping stopped.
“Finally!” Molly sighed in relief
as she got the holes lined up and set her unit down. “Damn what a pain! Always
happens when you’re in a hurry!”
He chuckled as he picked up the
exhaust line and screwed it on. The line immediately went taught, and then
sprang a leak. “I was afraid of that,” he sighed as the pin hole leak sprayed
fluid.
“Where are those hoses?” Molly
called irritably. The door opened and Tara tossed them in. “Good.” She grabbed
one and started attaching it. “How are we going to do this?” she asked, kicking
the shredded line gushing fluid at her feet.
“One thing at a time,” he said
pointing. He checked the stats. “Temperature has leveled off.”
"Molly when are you going to
fix the air conditioning? It's sweltering on the bridge!" Shandra called
over the inter ship net.
"I'm on it. We had a bit of
a mix up in the wiring; we're getting it sorted out now," Molly replied.
"Preferably before we pass out Molly," The Captain growled. "Why
me," she muttered as the nurse came in and put an ice pack on her brow.
“Honestly, all those repairs and
they can’t get that done?” Shandra grumped as she looked over her control
board.
“We're on it!” Molly sing songed.
“Oops, left the channel
“Admiral, I got one fixed, but
the other is stuck. Stupid bolt hole is stripped,” Molly grunted. “Damn fools.
Piece of junk.” He stepped around a heat exchanger.
“Can you work on another while I
re-tap it?” he asked. She nodded, moving immediately for the third exchange.
“It's getting hot in here! What
are you doing?” They heard over the suit comms.
Molly grimaced. “We're doing the
best we can, just bear with us. It isn't a picnic in here you know.” He
chuckled. Proteus traced the coolant lines, and then placed a karat around a
crimped line. “Crimped coolant line by your feet, watch it.” She looked down,
and then carefully stepped over it. She set the exchange down, then reached
over and straightened the line. “Best we can do.”
He felt Proteus change his finger
to a re-tap bore then take control of his arm. He moved forward, letting the AI
reach in and bore the hole out. With his free hand he checked the fittings of
the nearby exchange unit, finding one loose he hand tightened it. “Sprite open
a channel to fabrication.” “Channel open Admiral,” Sprite reported.
“Fabrication 1, this is the
Admiral, I want four new coolant lines, two meters long, um,” he paused, unsure
of the specs. Proteus helpfully fed him the part number on his HUD. “Part
number is uploading to you now.” He waited a moment.
“Who, what?”
He sighed. “Sprite...”
“Got it Admiral, current part on
hold, emergency bypass, they are working on it now,” she reported, not waiting
a beat. She'd clearly sprung into action when the humans had hesitated. He
nodded.
“Fabrication, make sure someone
runs those lines to us FAST,” Molly called.
“You get that?” he asked.
“We got it, Dorah will run it.
Gotta do something to keep her out of my hair...” the woman muttered as she
closed the circuit.
“Coolant on the move.” Proteus
reported a minute later.
“Lock that one down fast Molly,
coolant is coming,” he said.
She nodded and tightened her
wrench. “Okay this one is done, but the fourth...” she said unsure. She turned
to see coolant spilling out of the cables. “Great!”
Proteus retracted his hand. He
checked, the hole was ready. “Okay.” He spun and grabbed the exchange unit and
carefully put it in place. “Got this one too.” He looked over to her setting
hers down on the bolts. She had a problem lining up the holes though.
“Okay, now the fun part.” He
picked up a line and felt it trying to snake out of his hands. Fluid gushed out
all over him, and the unit. “Crap.” He managed to get the coupler to the male
end of the unit then lock it down. “That's one.” He tightened the head until
the dripping stopped.
“Finally!” Molly sighed in relief
as she got the holes lined up and set her unit down. “Damn what a pain! Always
happens when you’re in a hurry!”
He chuckled as he picked up the
exhaust line and screwed it on. The line immediately went taught, and then
sprang a leak. “I was afraid of that,” he sighed as the pin hole leak sprayed
fluid.
“Where are those hoses?” Molly
called irritably. The door opened and Tara tossed them in. “Good.” She grabbed
one and started attaching it. “How are we going to do this?” she asked, kicking
the shredded line gushing fluid at her feet.
“One thing at a time,” he said
pointing. He checked the stats. “Temperature has leveled off.”
"Molly when are you going to
fix the air conditioning? It's sweltering on the bridge!" Shandra called
over the inter ship net.
"I'm on it. We had a bit of
a mix up in the wiring; we're getting it sorted out now," Molly replied.
"Preferably before we pass out Molly," The Captain growled. "Why
me," she muttered as the nurse came in and put an ice pack on her brow.
“Honestly, all those repairs and
they can’t get that done?” Shandra grumped as she looked over her control
board.
“We're on it!” Molly sing songed.
“Oops, left the channel
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