5 hours ago
The First Officer was talking. He was talking to him. He was asking Ian questions. Ian wasn’t sure he heard him properly, what with his blood rushing around his ears. Something about backups. Backups to prevent this from happening. And something about sabotage? That last part stuck in Ian’s mind, swirling around as if he didn’t quite know what it meant.
Sabotage? On a Federation ship? On his Federation ship? Someone had sabotaged the ship? Ian could feel his blood pressure rising.
“I’ll find out, sir.” He heard himself saying. His voice was strong, was resolute, was clearly coming from someone else, because he certainly couldn’t be talking to the First Officer of the ship?!
After making fun of him, for what Ian couldn’t even remember, he took the spare respirator and began hooking it together for personal use. He stepped into the area he needed to be working in, and thought about how much quicker this would be if the entire area was clear. I feel like one of those Security guys just said that… His ADHD and his being starstruck at the First Officer was combining to cause quite the effect on his brain.
He tapped his commbadge, and promptly forgot his name.
“Elliot to Engineering,” he said after a moment, bleating out his name, “Can we get some… exhaust fans over here? Or at least a couple floor fans or tower fans? And a couple of oxygen concentrators? And if someone could bring up a TR-580 tricorder, that’d be really helpful. I just grabbed a standard.”
He engaged his respirator, and began walking towards the center of the issue, the ‘scene of the crime’. His tricorder already flipped out, he began taking whatever readings the standard-issue equipment could give him.
==But… but what if I wanted cookies?
GM: Now that I’m right up on the scene, is the tricorder able to give me anything more detailed than sensors have already given us?==
Sabotage? On a Federation ship? On his Federation ship? Someone had sabotaged the ship? Ian could feel his blood pressure rising.
“I’ll find out, sir.” He heard himself saying. His voice was strong, was resolute, was clearly coming from someone else, because he certainly couldn’t be talking to the First Officer of the ship?!
After making fun of him, for what Ian couldn’t even remember, he took the spare respirator and began hooking it together for personal use. He stepped into the area he needed to be working in, and thought about how much quicker this would be if the entire area was clear. I feel like one of those Security guys just said that… His ADHD and his being starstruck at the First Officer was combining to cause quite the effect on his brain.
He tapped his commbadge, and promptly forgot his name.
“Elliot to Engineering,” he said after a moment, bleating out his name, “Can we get some… exhaust fans over here? Or at least a couple floor fans or tower fans? And a couple of oxygen concentrators? And if someone could bring up a TR-580 tricorder, that’d be really helpful. I just grabbed a standard.”
He engaged his respirator, and began walking towards the center of the issue, the ‘scene of the crime’. His tricorder already flipped out, he began taking whatever readings the standard-issue equipment could give him.
==But… but what if I wanted cookies?
GM: Now that I’m right up on the scene, is the tricorder able to give me anything more detailed than sensors have already given us?==