Post by Lt. Commander Cobus Rok on Feb 3, 2016 15:47:58 GMT -8
Cobus wandered half blind through the corridors, hurriedly typing away on his PADD, seemingly oblivious to the world around him. His assistant chief had been called in during his absence, and was updating him on a situation regarding software malfunctions and exploding PADDs. Squinting toward the device in his hand, the Trill regarded it with suspicion, wondering if a terminal fault was only a matter of time. Wouldn't that be the way to go.
The situation was well in hand, however, and all of the appropriate security and safety measures were in play. Cobus had been absent so long that he'd agreed to swap shifts with his assistant chief, and thus had a few hours left before he was due in engineering. He'd returned to his quarters, thought he might sleep, but couldn't. The Admiral's words haunted his thoughts, and when he closed his eyes, he could still see the mysterious bag Tahp that had brought, and he could remember that pained look on her face.
He tried eating, but that only resulted in wandering through the mess hall looking lost and confused, because he wasn't hungry. He did however, manage to drink several coffees.
"Section 32C," he stopped at his destination: once more unto the Jeffries tube. This was the place where Cobus went to escape his own thoughts. He regressed, almost literally, down the chain of command and had picked up some menial work order. It was just the sort of thing that was easy enough to do on autopilot, and complicated enough that it kept his mind from wandering.
Usually.
"No! What are you doing?! Don't be bad. I'm giving you a new subprocessor, that's what you wanted," Cobus shouted at it, frantically trying to pull wires to get ahead of the impending system overload. Unfortunately, top-of-the-line circuitry was faster than any mere Trill.
"Stop," he smacked the conduit with the flat of his hand. Perhaps the bioneural gelpacks had evolved and would catch on to shouting and violence now that his attempts at speaking its own language had failed.
The relay sputtered sparks indignantly, having grown tired of its existence. Instead of being a boring component in some forgotten section of the ship, it was going to become something bright and exciting.
The last wire Cobus reached for melted before his eyes and just in front of his fingertips. The engineer's instincts kicked in, knowing that he'd already stayed too long, that now was his chance to bail; he wouldn't get another.
Cobus sprint-crawled-flopped frantically down the length of the Jeffries tube. He pulled the manual release, and kicked the hatch open, sending both himself and the door spilling out into the corridor, engulfed in a plume of purple smoke.
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The situation was well in hand, however, and all of the appropriate security and safety measures were in play. Cobus had been absent so long that he'd agreed to swap shifts with his assistant chief, and thus had a few hours left before he was due in engineering. He'd returned to his quarters, thought he might sleep, but couldn't. The Admiral's words haunted his thoughts, and when he closed his eyes, he could still see the mysterious bag Tahp that had brought, and he could remember that pained look on her face.
He tried eating, but that only resulted in wandering through the mess hall looking lost and confused, because he wasn't hungry. He did however, manage to drink several coffees.
"Section 32C," he stopped at his destination: once more unto the Jeffries tube. This was the place where Cobus went to escape his own thoughts. He regressed, almost literally, down the chain of command and had picked up some menial work order. It was just the sort of thing that was easy enough to do on autopilot, and complicated enough that it kept his mind from wandering.
Usually.
"No! What are you doing?! Don't be bad. I'm giving you a new subprocessor, that's what you wanted," Cobus shouted at it, frantically trying to pull wires to get ahead of the impending system overload. Unfortunately, top-of-the-line circuitry was faster than any mere Trill.
"Stop," he smacked the conduit with the flat of his hand. Perhaps the bioneural gelpacks had evolved and would catch on to shouting and violence now that his attempts at speaking its own language had failed.
The relay sputtered sparks indignantly, having grown tired of its existence. Instead of being a boring component in some forgotten section of the ship, it was going to become something bright and exciting.
The last wire Cobus reached for melted before his eyes and just in front of his fingertips. The engineer's instincts kicked in, knowing that he'd already stayed too long, that now was his chance to bail; he wouldn't get another.
Cobus sprint-crawled-flopped frantically down the length of the Jeffries tube. He pulled the manual release, and kicked the hatch open, sending both himself and the door spilling out into the corridor, engulfed in a plume of purple smoke.
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