Post by Lt. Commander Cobus Rok on Jun 30, 2013 15:55:50 GMT -8
"I just wonder what what its use is..."
Cobus was going to say "pain," but revenge was certainly the other half of it. Revenge for what, he wasn't sure, but whatever it was, it couldn't be bad enough to warrant retaliation of this caliber.
"Why in the world would he include nanites in his plans?"
"I don't know," he said, shaking his head. "Maybe the nanites already did something down on the planet and those are just the leftovers," he shrugged. He was sure that all of the officers involved had been thoroughly scanned; hopefully anything that the nanites might have done to them would have been noticed. "Or maybe they're a part of 'phase two' and they just haven't activated yet." They could theorize about it all day, but they had a more immediate problem at hand. Once Emmarie was out of danger they could worry about nanites. But if they ate his ship apart while he was locked up in surgery, Colt would be making a new enemy today: one Cobus Rok.
"Make us a lightning rod."
Cobus nodded. "Rok to engineering. I need 5 meters of 6-gauge silver polyflux, an engineering kit, and give me some 18-gauge too. I need that beamed immediately to the secondary sickbay surgery suite." Cobus was pretty relaxed for a chief, so when his officers heard that change in his voice, they knew it was time to get their pips into gear.
Instead of wasting time waiting for his materials to arrive, Cobus hurried over to the wall and pried off an access panel. He leaned shoulders deep into the small alcove and exposed the grounding wire that ran throughout the ship, protecting their various electronics from massive power surges every day. A dinky little device like the one in Emmarie couldn't generate anything near the capacity that the ship was designed to withstand.
"It won't take long, I should be about ready by the time she's prepped for surgery," he said, glancing over at the sound of the transporter beam.
His engineering kit had arrived first. Good, someone in his department had noticed the urgency in his voice. He jumped up to grab the kit and brought it over to where he was working. With his hydrospanner he isolated the section of ground wire so he could work on it safely. Then with a laser torch, he measured and cut a 10-gauge hole into the flexible coating that protected the rest of the ship from the current that it carried.
Shortly thereafter, the transporter beamed in the rest of his supplies, which he promptly dragged over to his workspace. Fortunately, he seemed to have found his 4th wind for the day; there was no indication that he was the least bit tired. In fact, he was working like his life depended on it, except that it wasn't his life he was worried about, it was Emmarie's.
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Cobus was going to say "pain," but revenge was certainly the other half of it. Revenge for what, he wasn't sure, but whatever it was, it couldn't be bad enough to warrant retaliation of this caliber.
"Why in the world would he include nanites in his plans?"
"I don't know," he said, shaking his head. "Maybe the nanites already did something down on the planet and those are just the leftovers," he shrugged. He was sure that all of the officers involved had been thoroughly scanned; hopefully anything that the nanites might have done to them would have been noticed. "Or maybe they're a part of 'phase two' and they just haven't activated yet." They could theorize about it all day, but they had a more immediate problem at hand. Once Emmarie was out of danger they could worry about nanites. But if they ate his ship apart while he was locked up in surgery, Colt would be making a new enemy today: one Cobus Rok.
"Make us a lightning rod."
Cobus nodded. "Rok to engineering. I need 5 meters of 6-gauge silver polyflux, an engineering kit, and give me some 18-gauge too. I need that beamed immediately to the secondary sickbay surgery suite." Cobus was pretty relaxed for a chief, so when his officers heard that change in his voice, they knew it was time to get their pips into gear.
Instead of wasting time waiting for his materials to arrive, Cobus hurried over to the wall and pried off an access panel. He leaned shoulders deep into the small alcove and exposed the grounding wire that ran throughout the ship, protecting their various electronics from massive power surges every day. A dinky little device like the one in Emmarie couldn't generate anything near the capacity that the ship was designed to withstand.
"It won't take long, I should be about ready by the time she's prepped for surgery," he said, glancing over at the sound of the transporter beam.
His engineering kit had arrived first. Good, someone in his department had noticed the urgency in his voice. He jumped up to grab the kit and brought it over to where he was working. With his hydrospanner he isolated the section of ground wire so he could work on it safely. Then with a laser torch, he measured and cut a 10-gauge hole into the flexible coating that protected the rest of the ship from the current that it carried.
Shortly thereafter, the transporter beamed in the rest of his supplies, which he promptly dragged over to his workspace. Fortunately, he seemed to have found his 4th wind for the day; there was no indication that he was the least bit tired. In fact, he was working like his life depended on it, except that it wasn't his life he was worried about, it was Emmarie's.
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