Post by Lt. Commander Cobus Rok on Jun 14, 2013 15:44:53 GMT -8
Right now his quarters looked awfully reminiscent of a certain debris field in a Void that didn't officially exist. The furniture had been pushed out to the the edges of the room, there were bits of clothing lying about, the coffee table had somehow found it's way to the middle of the floor and its entire surface was drowned in padds and used dishes with the remnants of replicated meals long forgotten.
As if things weren't bad enough, the last few ounces of a certain woman's whisky rested against the side of the discarded bottle, and the floor was amassed wires routed to transmitters to personal computers, to tricorders, to padds, and if you didn't know better, you might've thought he'd appropriated half of the engineering lab and installed it in his living room. There was a small scorch mark on the carpet from one of his less inspired experiments.
Cobus had been working nonstop since he'd been assigned the task of investigating the beacon and the transmitters. He'd lost all track of time, and if he didn't break to look at a chronometer sooner or later, he'd probably wind up embarrassing himself by being late for his next shift.
So there he was, lying on his stomach, attempting to rewire the transmitter that had sustained the least amount of damage. Cobus suspected that they must've had some sort of fail-safe that caused the circuitry to overload in the event that the transmitters were discovered; their insides were a molten mess. He'd had to sort out each individual wire and determine the metal type and conduction constant before he could even begin to fashion a replacement. And it was horrifically time consuming. The rest of it he'd just had to make up as he went along, hoping that he wouldn't set his carpet on fire again. Fortunately, he'd had more success with the beacon. It was unusual, but essentially undamaged.
Exhausted, but wide awake, Cobus rolled over onto his back and closed his eyes for a few seconds. Squinting at that threadlike wiring for hours on end was making his eyes tired.
"Rok to Commander Griffon. I've got a few of those answers for you." Cobus rolled over again, getting his knees underneath him and eventually rising to his feet. He knew he had coffee around here somewhere... He started throwing padds and clothing around, wondering where that mug could possibly be hiding itself. Eventually he gave up and replicated himself another cup.
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As if things weren't bad enough, the last few ounces of a certain woman's whisky rested against the side of the discarded bottle, and the floor was amassed wires routed to transmitters to personal computers, to tricorders, to padds, and if you didn't know better, you might've thought he'd appropriated half of the engineering lab and installed it in his living room. There was a small scorch mark on the carpet from one of his less inspired experiments.
Cobus had been working nonstop since he'd been assigned the task of investigating the beacon and the transmitters. He'd lost all track of time, and if he didn't break to look at a chronometer sooner or later, he'd probably wind up embarrassing himself by being late for his next shift.
So there he was, lying on his stomach, attempting to rewire the transmitter that had sustained the least amount of damage. Cobus suspected that they must've had some sort of fail-safe that caused the circuitry to overload in the event that the transmitters were discovered; their insides were a molten mess. He'd had to sort out each individual wire and determine the metal type and conduction constant before he could even begin to fashion a replacement. And it was horrifically time consuming. The rest of it he'd just had to make up as he went along, hoping that he wouldn't set his carpet on fire again. Fortunately, he'd had more success with the beacon. It was unusual, but essentially undamaged.
Exhausted, but wide awake, Cobus rolled over onto his back and closed his eyes for a few seconds. Squinting at that threadlike wiring for hours on end was making his eyes tired.
"Rok to Commander Griffon. I've got a few of those answers for you." Cobus rolled over again, getting his knees underneath him and eventually rising to his feet. He knew he had coffee around here somewhere... He started throwing padds and clothing around, wondering where that mug could possibly be hiding itself. Eventually he gave up and replicated himself another cup.
Tag Stetson