“Damage control training? That sounds great, we'll talk about it afterwards. Be careful in there alright?”
As the access hatch closed and Raven began to seal the door shut from inside, A’kilees looked towards Sebastian once again as he continued his preliminary scans of the containment field. He knew at that point that his fellow midshipman had tested Raven’s patience on the matter of the exocomps and perhaps felt a little flustered at that moment. In his experience with Raven, he knew that despite her outwardly gruff demeanor she cared a lot for her crew, especially the inexperienced ones like themselves and wouldn’t purposely be malicious about it. A’kilees shifted his way around the towards his human crewman as he moved his tricorder up and down the length of the container
“Don’t be too worried about Raven, Sebastian” A’kilees said assuringly. “She might come off as rough and prickly but she’s quite the *click* good egg. She wants the best from you and as much as we can have colourful debates during down time we’ve got our jobs to focus on here and now. They’re counting on us in there. Besides, we’re finally going to determine what the deal is about the black box. Haven’t you been curious as to what we’re about to find from it?”
Although he wasn’t in the containment field himself, though he was somewhat glad not to be, A’kilees had begun to feel excitement swelling within him. It wasn’t everyday that someone could witness a hands-on inspection of a historical piece of alien technology and fully document the experience.
“Oh, and just don’t try to go toe to toe with her drinking.” he mentioned as he leaned closer. “I’m pretty sure the last crewmember who tried got carted off to Sickbay for two cycles and it wasn’t your variety mezcal *gwar* or tequila from back home either.” and made his way over to a nearby terminal to continue his work.
Scans on all levels were looking great so far. The tricorder hadn’t registered anything during his full sweep and after a far more intensive scan of the entire duranium container from the console confirmed that there was no subspace leakage, electromagnetic radiation nor radio frequencies of any kind coming from the faraday cage. Together with all their combined science and engineering efforts, they had created a perfect enclosure. The saurian marvelled at their accomplishment for a moment. Now all they had to do was wait for a signal from inside.
After a few moments, a series of taps resonated on the container wall.
[We are safe. Box is open. Good so far. Stand by. Over]
A’kilees' anticipation was high at that point. Hurrying over to the container, he knocked firmly back.
[Roger that. Field holding. Standing by. Over.]
== Tag All ==
As the access hatch closed and Raven began to seal the door shut from inside, A’kilees looked towards Sebastian once again as he continued his preliminary scans of the containment field. He knew at that point that his fellow midshipman had tested Raven’s patience on the matter of the exocomps and perhaps felt a little flustered at that moment. In his experience with Raven, he knew that despite her outwardly gruff demeanor she cared a lot for her crew, especially the inexperienced ones like themselves and wouldn’t purposely be malicious about it. A’kilees shifted his way around the towards his human crewman as he moved his tricorder up and down the length of the container
“Don’t be too worried about Raven, Sebastian” A’kilees said assuringly. “She might come off as rough and prickly but she’s quite the *click* good egg. She wants the best from you and as much as we can have colourful debates during down time we’ve got our jobs to focus on here and now. They’re counting on us in there. Besides, we’re finally going to determine what the deal is about the black box. Haven’t you been curious as to what we’re about to find from it?”
Although he wasn’t in the containment field himself, though he was somewhat glad not to be, A’kilees had begun to feel excitement swelling within him. It wasn’t everyday that someone could witness a hands-on inspection of a historical piece of alien technology and fully document the experience.
“Oh, and just don’t try to go toe to toe with her drinking.” he mentioned as he leaned closer. “I’m pretty sure the last crewmember who tried got carted off to Sickbay for two cycles and it wasn’t your variety mezcal *gwar* or tequila from back home either.” and made his way over to a nearby terminal to continue his work.
Scans on all levels were looking great so far. The tricorder hadn’t registered anything during his full sweep and after a far more intensive scan of the entire duranium container from the console confirmed that there was no subspace leakage, electromagnetic radiation nor radio frequencies of any kind coming from the faraday cage. Together with all their combined science and engineering efforts, they had created a perfect enclosure. The saurian marvelled at their accomplishment for a moment. Now all they had to do was wait for a signal from inside.
After a few moments, a series of taps resonated on the container wall.
[We are safe. Box is open. Good so far. Stand by. Over]
A’kilees' anticipation was high at that point. Hurrying over to the container, he knocked firmly back.
[Roger that. Field holding. Standing by. Over.]
== Tag All ==