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- Posted: Tue, 10 Jan 2012 23:09:10 +0000
Shauna Lili'ana Fidgets Hardin
- ■ I am Chief Engineer.
■ I am currently somewhere in the ships systems
■ Health StatusBumped, bruised and scraped.
■ Current MoodAnnoyed to frakkin hell.
■ My puppet master is Chia Toma..
- "Major Demetry Antov is requesting a damaged report Fidgets," the voice of a greenhorn engineer shouted down from high above, "What should we tell him?"
Dark eyes glared up at the figure, though were next to impossible to make out behind the smears of oil, lubricant and a pair of very unfashionable welding goggles that made the wearer look like something out of a very badly drawn science-fiction reject story. "I already sent the report five times, why the hell haven't they got it yet?"
"Internals must've screwed up," came back the voice, "they want a verbal report."
"Slag and dang it!" Fidgets virtually screamed, bashing her hand off the section she was working on at the moment, "Alright, I'm coming up. You two, get this patch welded up good and proper otherwise we'll decompress and be sucked out into the vacuum of space which is not on my agenda today." Sounding deadly serious, the normally quite jovial engineer clambered up the makeshift ladder with surprising speed and agility given that the whole place was awash with fluids. Habituation systems weren't entirely vital to the running of the ship but when structural damage was caused around them it wasn't an pretty sight in the slightest. Wiping away the sweat, but adding to the muck, Gets grabbed the phone off of the greenhorn who she now recognised as Gregory, "Go and check that the pressure gauges aren't about to blow. It's fine having a ship that will run on thin air but if they blow there won't be anyone left to tell the tale. Oh and tell the frakkin morons to seal up the breech doors on level fourteen through nineteen...I don't think no one will want to go into them anytime soon."
Watching Gregory nod before sprinting off, the Chinese girl took a deep breath before shaking her head and putting the phone next to her ear, "Figets reporting in. You wanted a damage report? We're almost to the point of utterly fragged...thankfully the engines are just about holding out but they're liable to over-heat if pushed too far, life support systems are operating at about fifty per cent, we can't fix the hull breeches without proper tools. Weapons and other defensive systems - oi! Take that to medical will you, they'll have more use for it there than what we have - should be fine for the time being and the rest is going to be on a wing and a prayer. Won't have a full diagnostic till we get a safe place to hide out in though, we could be up the creak without a paddle for all I-"
The ships warning systems whirred into action, blaring another incoming attack. "Aw frakkin hell!" dropping the phone, Fidgets charged towards her team to start issuing fire duties and repair teams. She knew that they were all overworked, stressed and upset with the events but right now they had to be on their toes else all would be loss. "What are you all standing around for, get the fire equipment set up, repair teams organise yourselves. Grab whatever tools you can and get ready to move out. Make sure that the Hanger Bay is cleared as well...don't want to have to deal with an collision inside there."
Grabbing her own tool kit, she tried to desperately type some information into the system for a report but was almost sent to the floor as a relay of blasts struck the side. "Stop hurting her! She's an old girl!" Fidgets cursed before abandoning the computer deck to grab the phone again, "Bridge, if you're going to jump make sure it's a good one. We've got enough power for at least one jump, don't know if she'll take anymore than that. Need to take a good look at the drive when we're not getting blown to pieces by toasters! I'll send Bongo up for more direct-"
Abandoning the phone yet again, the Engineer just managed to dodge a support pole as it crashed down onto the deck below and lightly she coughed before righting herself. "Great, there goes that communication. Burrows, Smithy, Percy and Helen, get yourselves to the sub light drive and check that the cooling unit is still functioning! The rest of you get to your duties on the double! Bongo!" there was a scurrying sound and Bongo, probably the strangest looking robotic dog in the entire universe appeared beside her with it's tail wagging back and forth like a spring, "Take this report to the bridge and give it to the Major. Understand?"
Bongo nodded before abruptly turning and rushing off into the messy throng. Pausing only to briefly touch her health beads around her wrist, Fidgets re-grabbed her tools and took off to hopefully find another communication point or at least an area where she could feasibly direct her teams from. Today was not a good day to die.