open,”
Sparks said with a blush as she flicked the control.
“Well that was interesting!”
Molly sat in the corridor, leaning against a bulkhead. She had her helmet off
and was shaking. “I need a stiff drink and some sack time,” she sighed leaning
back. “Damn that was scary,” she said, mopping at her brow. The Admiral
chuckled.
“What's next?” she asked looking
up at him. He stood looking at the crew in suits cleaning up the mess in the
room. The temperature had quickly dropped to normal levels.
“Well, I am going to shuck this
suit again, and then check things over here, then check the electronics on this
deck, look for any damage.” He looked down at her. She was clearly done in, but
still trying to rally.
“You get some rest, you look
about done in. I won’t need rest for a couple of shifts,” he said.
She smiled. He hadn't gotten any
downtime yet. “Must be nice,” she muttered then yawned. “Okay, you talked me
into it,” she said. He chuckled.
He checked in to the replicator
during graveyard shift. A sleepy young woman looked up as he and the guards
entered. "Can I help you sir?" She was tentative and a little awed.
"I was just checking in, I
thought I should upgrade my tool kit."
She nodded. "I heard Molly
and Jennie were doing that last shift as well." She was sitting at a stool
in front of the controls. "Do you think we'll have the other replicator
fixed soon?"
He stepped up beside her and
looked over the controls. "Maybe. I haven't taken a look at each of
them." There was a part under construction; it was going to be completed
in twenty minutes. He looked over to her, then turned and lounged against the
console.
"Replicators? You mean
there are more than two?" She squeaked eyes wide.
He shrugged. "There are four
large industrial replicators, eight medium general purpose ones, and six specialty
replicators. There are also four in the sickbay. Then of course there are food
replicators in the galley and quarters," he explained off hand.
She gasped eyes wide. "All
those? Where are we going to store all the stuff we make?" She waved her
hands. "We don't have the room as it is!"
He shrugged. "Well, this
ship class has a lot of cargo space. From what I've heard there's still cargo
holds that are unused because they were breached. We'll fix them."
She shook her head, clearly
overwhelmed. "Wow! I didn't think it was ever possible to fix that sort of
stuff! So we can make parts to do that?"
He nodded and pointed at the
tank. "That's what it's doing now. It's making parts. I believe that's an
EPS T junction."
She nodded. "Nera said it
was for deck three," she said. She looked it over, and then studied the
controls. "I wish I knew how to use this, I'm just babysitting the
machine," she said plaintively.
He smiled. "It'll come with
time. Look, see here?"
He turned to the console.
"This is the matrix view. These..." He pointed to another display.
"These are your axis view cameras. This...” He pointed to another panel.
"This is your material Queue list. Over here are your power controls, your
raw material stats, heat, and a link to the parts database."
She nodded. "What's
this?" she asked pointing to big red button. He brushed her hand aside
before she punched the button. “
That's the emergency stop.” He
pointed to another group of controls. “These are your communication
controls."
She nodded. "I figured that
part out." She glanced over the console again and then looked up.
"Thanks." She gave him an impish grin.
"Right now we have a long
list and a limited supply of raw material so we have to prioritize what we want."
He scrolled up and down the list. "Once we get more material and the other
replicators on line we can parse this file to each machine, so we'll be making
more things faster."
She nodded, and then paused.
"What about power?" she asked as she looked over to him. "We
won’t have enough for everything!"
He nodded. She was clearly
catching on. "Good
Sparks said with a blush as she flicked the control.
“Well that was interesting!”
Molly sat in the corridor, leaning against a bulkhead. She had her helmet off
and was shaking. “I need a stiff drink and some sack time,” she sighed leaning
back. “Damn that was scary,” she said, mopping at her brow. The Admiral
chuckled.
“What's next?” she asked looking
up at him. He stood looking at the crew in suits cleaning up the mess in the
room. The temperature had quickly dropped to normal levels.
“Well, I am going to shuck this
suit again, and then check things over here, then check the electronics on this
deck, look for any damage.” He looked down at her. She was clearly done in, but
still trying to rally.
“You get some rest, you look
about done in. I won’t need rest for a couple of shifts,” he said.
She smiled. He hadn't gotten any
downtime yet. “Must be nice,” she muttered then yawned. “Okay, you talked me
into it,” she said. He chuckled.
He checked in to the replicator
during graveyard shift. A sleepy young woman looked up as he and the guards
entered. "Can I help you sir?" She was tentative and a little awed.
"I was just checking in, I
thought I should upgrade my tool kit."
She nodded. "I heard Molly
and Jennie were doing that last shift as well." She was sitting at a stool
in front of the controls. "Do you think we'll have the other replicator
fixed soon?"
He stepped up beside her and
looked over the controls. "Maybe. I haven't taken a look at each of
them." There was a part under construction; it was going to be completed
in twenty minutes. He looked over to her, then turned and lounged against the
console.
"Replicators? You mean
there are more than two?" She squeaked eyes wide.
He shrugged. "There are four
large industrial replicators, eight medium general purpose ones, and six specialty
replicators. There are also four in the sickbay. Then of course there are food
replicators in the galley and quarters," he explained off hand.
She gasped eyes wide. "All
those? Where are we going to store all the stuff we make?" She waved her
hands. "We don't have the room as it is!"
He shrugged. "Well, this
ship class has a lot of cargo space. From what I've heard there's still cargo
holds that are unused because they were breached. We'll fix them."
She shook her head, clearly
overwhelmed. "Wow! I didn't think it was ever possible to fix that sort of
stuff! So we can make parts to do that?"
He nodded and pointed at the
tank. "That's what it's doing now. It's making parts. I believe that's an
EPS T junction."
She nodded. "Nera said it
was for deck three," she said. She looked it over, and then studied the
controls. "I wish I knew how to use this, I'm just babysitting the
machine," she said plaintively.
He smiled. "It'll come with
time. Look, see here?"
He turned to the console.
"This is the matrix view. These..." He pointed to another display.
"These are your axis view cameras. This...” He pointed to another panel.
"This is your material Queue list. Over here are your power controls, your
raw material stats, heat, and a link to the parts database."
She nodded. "What's
this?" she asked pointing to big red button. He brushed her hand aside
before she punched the button. “
That's the emergency stop.” He
pointed to another group of controls. “These are your communication
controls."
She nodded. "I figured that
part out." She glanced over the console again and then looked up.
"Thanks." She gave him an impish grin.
"Right now we have a long
list and a limited supply of raw material so we have to prioritize what we want."
He scrolled up and down the list. "Once we get more material and the other
replicators on line we can parse this file to each machine, so we'll be making
more things faster."
She nodded, and then paused.
"What about power?" she asked as she looked over to him. "We
won’t have enough for everything!"
He nodded. She was clearly
catching on. "Good
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