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Post by Nola on Apr 3, 2020 8:30:57 GMT
Time Enough
"They never should've decommissioned her in the first place," grumbled Lt. Commander Thaen. "Such a short-sighted decision. I mean, fine, decommission her, but then to strip her for parts? What were they thinking!?"
Verix Bale half-listened to Thaen's tirade, staring intently at the schema for Starbase 11 on the holodisplay in his office. For the most part he was admiring the lines, the images of the hollowed out shell. So much empty space. So much potential.
"And now we get a whole 3 months to resurrect her from the dead," huffed Thaen, a still-young Peliar. "Fools."
"Foolish or not, we must work with what is, not what could've been," said Bale, his tone calm as ever. He zoomed out on the schema and switched to the surface facilities.
"We'll need more time. Restoring life support alone could take a month, especially if the crews are working in EVA suits the whole time," noted Thaen.
"Looking ahead again," observed Bale. Thaen took a deep, centering breath as he closed his eyes.
"One of us has to, sir," he replied, not entirely successful at finding his patience. "We need a strict plan and we need to move at a constant pace if we're gonna hit this deadline."
"So you say," answered Bale, unperturbed. "However, your attempt to fathom things that are not has blinded you to a number of answers."
Thaen was slowly rubbing his eyes before Bale finished.
"Enlighten me," he deadpanned.
"The station must only be operational, not complete," said Bale. "We pick our spots, restore pockets here and there to get the required facilities functional."
Thaen tried very hard to keep the disgust from his sigh. Commander Bale's abject refusal to consider past or future was doubly taxing when he proved to be right.
"... That would indeed save a lot of time," murmured Thaen.
"Focus not on what is ideal, but what is sufficient," recited Bale. Thaen's face scrunched up in momentary annoyance.
"Yes sir."
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Post by Einar on Apr 7, 2020 13:32:55 GMT
Tony AdalbertoTony stared out at the warp field, his arm against the bulkhead over the viewport of the USS Kera, a specialized Nebula-class fitted with orbital and industrial replication facilities, as it sped them from Mars, along with four cargo transports. Their destination? The planet M-11, home of Starfleet's oldest outpost, built out of Earth's war with Romulus in the 22nd century, well before the alliance of planets and the Federation even came to pass. Once Starbase 11 had been a shining beacon at the far edge of Federation space, nestled halfway between the Klingon Empire and the Cardassian Union, guarding the gates to the Talos star group. Now almost 10 years ago, in response to the shifting landscape of galactic politics, Starbase 11 was decommissioned and stripped for parts to renovate and reinforce Starbase 47 near the Cardassian DMZ. Now, Tony along with 93 other dedicated SCE Engineers have a little over three months to get not only the orbital facilities up to spec, but also the ground drydock facilities and Air-to-Space batteries and planetary shields operational in anticipation of potential hostilities with the Bok'Nor Pact....so, you know. The usual nonsense timetables set by Captains, Admirals and the C-in-C. Tony took a deep breath and closed his eyes, counting his breaths in order to calm his rising anxiety. He had resigned his commission shortly after returning to Earth after his brief stint on the Chiron. He thought that after his time in Intelligence, he could return to normal life back on the Chiron, with Sara and his crew of Engineers. With Raq, but it was clear that no one really trusted him, especially her. And it had become clear to him that you can't ever go back home. Sara had been very understanding, she didn't even try to talk him out of it. Probably happy to be rid of him again to be honest, and he didn't fault her. He was happy to be rid of her, his constant reminder of darker times wearing that uniform. Not that he hated her. It was just better to be done with each other. Chapters in a book and all that. In one of the long nights back on Earth, in that tiny apartment in San Francisco, he had even considered taking Nia Danann up on her offer. “If you ever need help...if you need anything. I got your back. And the second you want out, Tony,” she croaked, “... contact me.”
Perhaps he should have. He opened his eyes again, momentarily wobbly from the sight of the expense of space before him. Perhaps he should have. He had been happy to waste away on Earth, with all the food and drink and bare necessities provided by the warm caress of the Federation. Until Commander Bale activated his reserve activation clause due to the overwhelming threat to the Federation and its citizens. In short, he was drafted into the big happy SCE family. And he wouldn't tell anyone but Mac this, but he kinda dug it. Because for the first time in years, he was actually, properly, useful to someone. To anyone. Wearing yellow. "So....that's where I am. I hope things are good on the Chiron and that you are staying out of trouble....and if you are ever in the neighborhood, I'll buy you and Ollie a round. Tony out" The Computer beeped, indicating the message had been saved. "Transmit on normal frequency to USS Chiron, Commander Raqiin sh'Hruvek". "Transmission sent. Estimated time of delivery 2 days" Tony sucked air through his teeth and stepped back from the viewport. In two days he would also be arriving at Starbase 11. Until then, there were drinks to be had, women to meet and trouble to get into. In some ways it was nice to be demoted to Lieutenant. No one expected too much of you.
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Post by Nola on Apr 9, 2020 10:03:40 GMT
Project Saṃsāra Subdirector Thaen
"Attention Saṃsāra personnel," came Thaen's voice over the intercom. "There will be a briefing in Cargo Bay 2 in 20 minutes. Attendance is required. Cargo Bay 2 in 20 minutes. Thank you."
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Post by Einar on Apr 10, 2020 13:52:07 GMT
Tony Adalberto"Attention Saṃsāra personnel," came Thaen's voice over the intercom. "There will be a briefing in Cargo Bay 2 in 20 minutes. Attendance is required. Cargo Bay 2 in 20 minutes. Thank you." "You heard the man" Tony said confidently, keeping his cards close to his chest "last round". He glanced down at his chest and made a very calculated pupil dilation move, or atleast attempted to. Then reached down and thrust the last of his latinum into the pile "All in". Xhasa and Falstaff both looked up from their cards "You cant be serious, Chief. You expect us to fall for that?" the Bolian asked, jovial as always. The five of them....well four, had taken up playing texas hold´em the past couple of weeks as they travelled from Mars to Starbase 11, first as a means of passing time, and then as means of getting rich as people realised more and more that Federation credits and replication units would not matter very much on the frontier, especially of those same replicators were not operational. Tony shrugged at that and winked at Xhasa "Come on kiddo, you can trust me right? When have I ever lied to you?" "When you told me that the fusion coil was offline" "A mistake" "When you said vinegar was a famous Earth cocktail" "It is, to someone probably" "When you told me that this assignment would be fun" "Technically not a lie, as it cannot be proven true or false yet" Falstaff laughed and put down her cards "Come on you two, settle this. I'm out" she folded her cards and grabbed what remained of her pile and stashed it in her pocket. "I'll go get Liz" Mac, or Liz as Georgio referred to her, had spent almost all of her time in her bunk reading technical manuals, or romance novels, or....some sort of slash of the two even. Tony had convinced her to join him, to put the uniform back on and sign up for this job. He told her he needed her back with him. The two had spent the last year mending the rift between the two, a rift that had appeared over him having gone AWOL after the death of Antonia. She had forgiven him, more or less, but whatever had happened to her after he left...had hurt her deeply. "Okay, I see you" Tony grinned and threw down his hand, revealing a full house, aces and tens much to the disappointment of the Bolian who sighed and dropped his hand of two pairs. "Are you sure you taught me the rules correctly, Chief?" Tony grabbed the pile and threw it into the deep pockets of his Engineering coat "Of course I have, kiddo". He swung towards the doors and winked at Falstaff as she rounded the corner with Mac and Fray in tow. "Alright, let's see what the Big Boss has to say". Minutes later Delta team arrived in Cargo Bay 2, where they were greeted with dozens of their peers and colleagues from other teams and departments, all but a handful wearing gold. Finally they were due an update, after almost a week of silence from the top as the ship, a carrier, warped through Federation space to their new home. "Line up in front of those Klingons over there, that way no one will ask us any questions. Go"
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Post by Nola on Apr 18, 2020 22:46:41 GMT
Project Saṃsāra Subdirector Thaen
Thaen waited for everyone to pile in. He didn't look to the chronometer, but he didn't need to; Thaen always had an impeccable sense of time. Bale was nowhere to be seen, but that wasn't terribly surprising. The Commander was easy enough to understand one-on-one, but his disregard of the concept of time made group discussions... messy. Thaen had his faults, but coordination wasn't one of them.
"Attention," he called simply, before activating a nearby holodsiplay. "You all understand the enormity of the task at hand, so I'll spare you the inspirational speech. We have three months to restore functionality to Starbase 11's defensive, repair, and observational facilities both in orbit and on the surface. Normally, we would focus our attention first on the engineering cores of the surface and orbital installations and then build out from there, but projections show this will take too much time."
As Thaen spoke, the projection of the station's schema zoomed into various places, showing the hollowed-out power centers for both the ground and orbital structures.
"What we've decided to do instead is decentralize power and focus on restoring basic functionality to each facility independently: surface administration and repair, ground to orbit batteries, orbital repair facilities, shield generators. Life support will be installed and operable in the same pockets you'll be working in, but be prepared to work for the next month or so in EVAs."
Thaen gave that a beat to settle in before proceeding.
"Organizationally, we'll be breaking down personnel into five-to-ten person teams; you'll be getting your assignments shortly," he explained. "Each team will get a more detailed set of benchmarks and milestones. There'll be some leeway, but no more than a day or so depending on need."
Those holding PADDs (just about everybody) heard theirs beep as the assignments were doled out. Tony and Team Delta had been assigned the surface-to-orbitals.
"Take some time to look over your assignments. If you've any questions, I'll remain for the next 20 minutes. We should arrive at M-11 in 14 hours."
Another beat.
"As you were."
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Post by Einar on Apr 23, 2020 13:07:25 GMT
Tony Adalberto"At least we don't need to sweat in EVAs for a month" Mac said enthusiastically as they walked down the hallway having just left the briefing together. The rest of the team had gone to get drinks with the others, now that this was the last night together for a while for most of them. She heard that someone had even replicated a smoke machine and a disco ball, whatever that was. "Have the team assemble at 0600 for mission orders and coffee before we beam out, will you?" She followed in step, typing away at her PADD "Sure thing Chief". He stopped abruptly, turning to face Mac he grabbed her hand and looked at his friend, forcing her to look away from her PADD and match his gaze "Mac....this is gonna be tough, and I....I haven't done this in a while....a long while. Will you keep me in check...watch my back if I mess up?" "Chief...Tony" she put her hand on his, squeezing it gently "We have each other's backs, we always have....you will do fine, and the team is well trained. Hell, you trained us all back on the Kraken." Mac closed the distance between the two of them and smirked "We accepted a job, and we are damn good engineers who will do the job, even if its rough" Tony smiled at that "stop quoting me, that's unfair" Mac chuckled and let go of his hand as the two of them continued on their walk to their barracks, being what the troops had started calling their shared living space on this long voyage. Once the two reached their respective bunks she grabbed her washing bag and headed for the empty bathrooms, now that the young ones were out partying. "I'm taking a shower....". He smiled at his friend as he jumped into the bunk, grabbing his private PADD, the indicator light for received messages blinking. "Now go, catch some sleep..." she added, before glancing at Tony. "Yeah, just a..." he said, reading the screen, seeing a message from Raq and a message from someone called Doctor Kitling....subject ' Danann, medical report' - "just a ..Danann... Good night Mac" he flipped the switch on his bunk, raising a privacy field that instantly surrounds his bunk, leaving Mac standing there alone, washing bag in hand "...unless you want to join...." she concluded before letting out a long sigh. "Some things never change, eh Mac"
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Post by Einar on Apr 25, 2020 21:21:34 GMT
Tony AdalbertoTony ran a hand through his hair as he re-read the message from Doctor Kitling, a familar dread engulfing him. He hadn't spoken to Nia since then.... “If you ever need help...if you need anything. I got your back. And the second you want out, Tony,” she croaked, “... contact me.”The fuck did you do now, Nia? Tony reached up and fished the chain around his neck out from under his tunic, carrying the storage chip with Antonia's final message to him and Nia before she had died saving his life, and those of all those on the Bremen. He had loved them both so much. But she wasn’t his problem any more...she had broken up with him, rightfully so. He had deserved that. He had hurt and abandoned her, her and everyone that cared for him. He was not the good man, the good boyfriend he had wanted to be. But his heart still ached for her. Not in a lovelorne manner, or regret. The latter of which he was full of, every day. No, he ached for her because he knows her. And she was probably as lonely as he was. And he was sick of being lonely. And he thought she was too. Or maybe he was just projecting. And maybe he was just lying to himself. Maybe he did still love her. Or maybe he was just lonely. “Fuck” He reached under his mattress and retrieved a shoulder of rum, loosening the cap with his thumb and bringing it to his lips. The drink burnt pleasantly and within moments the small metal flash was empty and he felt no better. She was still his problem. “Computer, trace origin of active message” The PADDs indicator light blinked as the computer attempted to trace the sender, even if he knew that no good Maquis rebel would allow themselves to be traced so easily. GNDN: TRACE STARTED….. CMD: TRACING…. CMD: FAILED - SENDER UNKNOWN No surprise there. Tony threw the flask to the bottom of his bunk and sat up straighter, but there was someone who would probably know how to reach her. The other recipient of this message. “Computer, send a message to Captain Sumner, USS Chiron and attach the current open file. Message says: Sara, see what you can find out. Please. Tony” GNDN: SENDING……...SENT;
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Post by Einar on May 10, 2020 6:34:56 GMT
Tony AdalbertoTony smiled through his half chewed bite of toast with cheese as he re-read Raq's message. "I do miss you, you know. In spite of everything. Hopefully, later down the line, we'll swing by and take you up on those drinks. Oleg's...Oleg's Oleg about it, what can I say? He's always busy making sure we don't explode. I've got a head for numbers of all kinds when it comes to the sciences, but all that engineering stuff, I leave that to you guys. Plus, could you imagine me in gold? Ugh, the clashing. But it is quieter in engineering without you and Mac. Maybe that's not a bad thing, necessarily, but. Maybe when you guys are done over there...I dunno."
"You guys take care of each other, okay? If I hear something's happened, I'll blame you and take a shuttle to come berate you personally. I mean it! You know Sara will let me!"
"Keep in touch, cowboy. I can't promise anything regular, but I'll get back when I can."He washed the bite down with a sip of coffee and wiped the crumbs off his face with the back of his hand. He missed her too, more than he probably admitted. Some days, he missed those days so much it hurt. He cleared his throat and sipped the last of his coffee as he ran his thumb over the screen, checking for any other messages.....no reply yet from Sara, but it had only been 6 hours since he contacted her. He had no idea where the Chiron was now, or whether Sara would even respond to his messages anymore. In a few short hours, they would arrive at their destination, and he would not have much time to worry. No time for anything else than work probably. He swiped back to Raq's message and hit the REPLY button. "I miss you too kiddo....I promise to stay safe, if you do the same. Your friend, Tony"He hit SEND just as Mac strode into the cafeteria with the rest of their team. "Over here, team briefing in 2 minutes. Bring more coffee!"
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Post by aoibheni on May 10, 2020 23:03:24 GMT
I'm loving this back and forth by letter. It gives everything a lovely "Ken Burns Documentary" vibe.
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Post by Einar on Jun 15, 2020 13:12:14 GMT
Tony AdalbertoTony was awakened by a sudden jolt, followed by the familiar blaring of the Red Alert klaxon. Fighting against the tilting deck, he pulled on his pants as other SCE members piled out of their bunks and started pulling on their uniforms. “All hands to battlestations. I repeat. All hands to battlestations. This is not a drill. All non-essential personnel retreat to secure life support areas as indicated by your nearest computer terminal and deck lighting.”
As the automated message replayed, Mac strode up to Tony and grabbed his arm, pulling him towards the nearest window “Tony, look..” At first he saw nothing in the gloom, but as the external emergency lighting kicked in he recoiled in horror. Outside his window, he saw lifeless bodies floating close by, their expressions frozen in the final moments of life. They were bent-backed, their mouths and eyes wide open and exposed to the cruel vacuum of space. As they tumbled and spun they bounced unseeing against the scattered debris that surrounded them; explosive decompression, backlit, Tony now saw by a plasma fire in the far distance. “Good gods….” he said under his breath as transporter beams started engulfing the dead one by one. Whatever had happened, happened too fast for anyone to react in order to save these people. They were all dead. And whatever had happened, was still happening. “You heard it people!” Mac shouted, being the highest ranking officer in the room she naturally took charge, despite her stomach threatening to spill its contents all over the deck “Leave your bags, head out and follow the blue lights to the nearest life support areas! Go go go!” she reached out once more and took Tony´s arm “You too, Chief”. Tony spun around, shaking off the memories of those hundred enslaved people, who by his mistake had suffered the same fate. “I need to find out what happened” “Chief….no offense….but you may lead this team, but you are not going to get anywhere with the people in red….I will go up and get some information, you take the teams to safety. Lead the people, leave the brass with me” Tony knew she was right, but it still stung. “Yes sir” he said, more pointedly than he had intended and he saw the look on her face and immediately regretted it. “Be safe, Mackenzie.” ---- “What we know so far, is that the device was planted before we left Mars, and it was located during maintenance of a faulty atmospheric sensor cone on the starboard side of deck 2. The Engineer on duty seems to have triggered a failsafe when running a scan on the device, causing the explosion that caused hull breaches all along the forward section up and through the main disembarkment airlock. It is suspected that the intention of whoever placed the device, was for it to be triggered once the ship docked with Starbase 11...causing a cascade reaction that would destroy most of the Starbase’s docking facilities and set us back even further.” Said Commander Cao, first officer and now Captain of the ship. The 94 SCE personnel and other Kera personnel were located in the cargo bay 2 once more, but this time the atmosphere was more subdued, filled with grief and anger, and disbelief. “Unfortunately we must report that the hull breach also extended to Officer’s quarters, mainly dignitaries' and...command staff quarters. It is with deep sadness that we inform you that Captain Vallier and Lieutenant Commander Thaen were amongst the ones lost, along with thirty-four others, including Ensign ….” Tony had long since stopped listening. He had read the report from Mac this morning. The loss was devastating, not only to the project but to the people serving aboard this ship. The loss of safety in your own home could never be restored. He looked over at his team, all of them at attention, their faces ashen and lifeless as they listened to the list of names being read out, in respect to those who had lost their lives in this senseless act of terrorism. He wanted to help, however he could. But he knew he was far from qualified to do anything like that. He had been tasked with finding a terrorist onboard the Chiron during his stint with Starfleet Intelligence, and he had done nothing more than point a phaser at Raq and turn the whole crew against him. He had been too confident in his abilities as a spook, where he had been nothing more than a field support agent with delusions of grandeur. “I bet it was the Tee-Eff bastards….” someone muttered angrily behind him. He shared the sentiment, but it was too early to jump to conclusions. The report Mac had shared with him was inconclusive on the origins of the device, but it did seem to point out that whoever did this, wore the uniform. Was it a member of the crew of the Kera, or perhaps SCE personnel? Would there be more devices, or more acts of terror onboard the Starbase? Would he end up burying a member of his team?
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Post by aoibheni on Jun 15, 2020 13:15:31 GMT
I still think putting on pants was a bad move. But seriously, I'm very excited to see where this all leads!
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Post by Einar on Jun 22, 2020 21:01:49 GMT
Jeremiah Perez-RomeDoctor Ma´Rrresh plucked the neurocortical monitor from Jeremiah's neck and shut the biobed monitor off, sighing as he turned around to place the devices back on the tray behind his large muscular Caitian frame. "Ensign...I- " he stopped before placing his hands in the pockets of his medical robe as he turned to face the young human "You know damn well what I am going to say kid". "There's no abnormal readings" Jer recited flatly as he pushed himself off the bed and landed on the deck below, pulling his uniform jacket down (as for some reason his jacket always seemed to ride up.) "You know what I am going to say too". The Caitian grinned, showing a line of sharp teeth half obscured by graying lip fur before clearing his throat and speaking, in his most human imitation "I swear Doc, my hand started shaking again when I was piloting that shuttle-" "Worker bee" "...when I was piloting that worker... bee this morning" Jeremiah grinned as he leant against the biobed "Not bad....not great, but A for effort". Ma'Rrresh pulled the coat tighter around his waist as he closed the distance between the two "Jeremiah...it's been six months since you transferred in. From being the main navigator on an Akira class vessel, to running the nightshift bringing duranium plates from storage up to orbit on worker bees" Jer bristled, taking the genuine concern as a personal attack, one he had heard from Jade and Tocato and Smiley countless times already. "Doc...it's not psychosomatic...I'm fine! There's something wrong with my brain". "Jeremiah. Your skull collided with shrapnel, not a torpedo....the damage was repaired...there are no abnormal readings, no residual scar tissue, not even a scar on that soft head of yours....we have to consider other options....perhaps more theraphy...meditation" Jer pushed off the biobed and pushed his hands into his pockets, the two men very strange mirror images of each other "No...I'm sure it will heal" "I can make it an order, Ensign" "Yeah, but we both know you won't" ------------- Later than evening he found himself on the station bar, a cramped old place that hadn't seen an upgrade to its facilities or drink menu since before he was born...hell, before his grandparents were born. He was still annoyed at what the Doc had said, but after his third glass of rum, a drink he had learned to enjoy on his posting here on M-11, he felt less angry and more .... more ready to meet some people. It was a Friday after all, and work was out. But that was before the sirens blared. Something was seriously wrong.
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Post by Einar on Jun 26, 2020 22:12:37 GMT
Tony AdalbertoTony stood by the viewport of the carrier shuttle, watching the U.S.S. Kera grow smaller and smaller as the shuttle sped them away from the starship. From this angle the destruction of the outer hull was quite visible, drawing gasps from some and sobs from those grieving friends and loved ones lost in the explosion. But Tony had seen more death than his fellow SCE Engineers, and it made him feel .. awkward. Tony let out a sniffle and wiped an imaginary tear off his cheek, a performance more for himself than anyone else. But it didn´t make him feel any better, and he doubted anyone else even cared. Thirty-six dead, including 18 Engineers required for the reconstruction project. Bale had promised those Engineer´s would be replaced, but finding 18 eager and competent Engineers for this project would take a while, and in the meantime they needed to haul ass. Tony pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a long breath. Breathe Tony. Throw a rock. He collected himself and pushed away from the viewport and found a seat for landing on the planet M-11, where their base of operations for stage 1 would be. Unfortunately his team would be up here, on the half operational station in orbit. He had been excited mere 48 hours ago, but now he was already tired. He needed to unwind, find a bar, get wasted and wake up in someone elses bunk. That usually did the trick. That is if he could find the energy to do any of that. He fished his personal communicator out of his pocket for the umpteenth time to check for a message, or the slightest reaction from Sara. Still nothing. He had tried to send a message directly to Dr. Kittling, however the message bounced back as suspected. For all he knew, Nia was dead. He let out a long breath once more and braced as the shuttle hit the atmosphere. Not now, Tony. There is no time.
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Post by aoibheni on Jun 26, 2020 23:31:55 GMT
"Throw a rock". I love that that stayed with him!
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Post by Nola on Jun 29, 2020 5:30:11 GMT
Ilia sh'TolarUSS ZambeziIlia sat in the crew compartment of the Runabout 'Zambezi,' going over SB11 specs as the craft hummed along. It was quite a turn from looking over the schema for the Octavia Butler, her previously anticipated assignment. One of the new Concord-class cruisers, she'd been shaping up to be a welcome challenge for the young Engineer, a chance to work on something truly cutting-edge. The situation with SB11 was nearly the exact opposite. The orbital shell was so outdated they'd basically have to do a full renovation just to get up to minimum spec. That meant cutting and welding. That meant laying kilometers of ODN cabling. They'd have to essentially design and install an all-new EPS system. Then you had the ground facilities which weren't much better, but at least they'd gotten started on it. Realistically, this kind of job would take six to twelve months to even get up to basic operation. Having less than three? "Impossible," muttered the Andorian. She tossed the PADD aside and rubbed her eyes, flopping over onto her bunk. "That'd be the SCE's motto," replied Hallit, the Chelon Ensign across the way. "It's fine," hummed Naney, the Risan up above. "It'll just take years off our career is all. Sleep is for flight jocks." The Zambezi was one of three Yellowstone-class runabouts currently headed for Project Saṃsāra, each with six replacement engineers aboard. Eighteen to replace more than thirty. It was gonna be a bad time, to say the least. "And who wants crew assignments?" Lieutenant Grable called upon entering the crew compartment. There were no enthusiastic responses. Ilia took her PADD and hesitated a moment before turning it over, one she filled with a deep, anxious sigh. Her eyes scanned through the text. Team Delta. Orbital base. Team lead: Anthony Adalberto. The Andorian furrowed her ridged brow, the name stirring some sort of memory. It wasn't somebody she'd served with, or someone she knew at the Academy. He'd been in the news or something, hadn't he? "Hey Hallit," called Ilia. Hallit seemed to be the sort to know these kinds of details. "Where've I heard the name 'Adalberto' before?" she asked, her antennae wiggling just perceptibly, as was wont to happen when she was curious. Hallit thought for a half-second before answering. "There was a guy named Adalberto attached to that whole Twissel mess," he recalled. "A Tony Adalberto. I think he took the fall for the leak or something." "Only for Captain Sumner to later admit responsibility," added in Naney. "But only after his prison sentence was over." "Why do you ask?" asked Hallit. Ilia frowned, her antennae drooping back as she looked to the PADD. "This is gonna be a train wreck," she muttered to herself.
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