<USS Avalon> Prepping for Work
- From: Rowanna Darkwolf <rowannadarkwolf@xxxxxxxxx>
- To: "avalon@xxxxxxxxxxxxx" <avalon@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
- Date: Thu, 16 Aug 2012 15:19:27 -0700 (PDT)
PREPPING FOR WORK
(takes place during "Dirty Laundry pt 1)
by, Garrity, McEntire, Jericho, and Prater
Josh and Mac explained the project they were about to begin
to the other engineers as they gathered the supplies they’d need to have with
them and organized their tools. Jericho resisted the urge to laugh and Prater
groaned as Josh carefully organized the tools he gathered for himself.
“No offense, oh silent one, but if you take an hour cleaning
and placing each and every tool, we’ll never get to the job, you know?” Prater
prompted.
Josh didn’t bother looking up. Instead, he redoubled his
focus on preparing the tools for his use. Jericho looked to Mac, his expression
pleading. A little help here? his eyes seemed to implore.
“I’ve got your stuff holed up in your shuttled,” Mac told
Josh, jamming the rest of the tools into the belt and wrapping it for him with
one hand as the other seemed to hover just the tiniest bit above the tall
engineer’s arm, almost but not quite
touching the young man as he urged him toward the exit. “Mikey’s supposed to be
on his way with it now, so you should be getting it in a week or so. He’s piggy
backing alongside Georgetown until he gets close enough to the Iroquois. He’ll
ride the rest of the way into this system with her, then pilot Copernicus on
his own to us from there.”
“My tools?” Josh asked, hopefully. The one’s he’d assembled
from the general box weren’t bad. They just weren’t his. And now, jammed
haphazardly into the belt as they were, they seemed next to unusable. Yet he
knew he had no choice. The job needed done and quickly.
Mac laughed as he followed him out of the supply area.
“Yeah, kid. Your tools, too. You can fuss with them all you want once the job’s
done, okay?”
Josh nodded reluctantly and accompanied Mac toward the exit
he knew as well as anyone that this wasn’t a job that could be put off. The
throbbing in his temples served as a continual reminder.
Jericho looked at the schematics and whistled, he and the
other engineers assigned to the task following behind Mac and Garrity. “You
think those extra diodes’ll create enough noise to counter the increased psi
activity aboard?” he asked Josh critically.
Josh shook his head. He was, in fact, certain the diodes on
their own wouldn’t come close. He gestured to the filament wiring specs,
pointing out where they ran from one isolinear set to the next between the
diodes, amplifying the ‘white noise’ they created on multiple perceptual
wavelengths, essentially drowning out the empathic and telepathic signals. The
setup wasn’t significantly different than the Burkhold effect already employed
within the various psi shielded rooms. It was merely being stretched and
strengthened over a much larger area than what was usually attempted.
“I hope it works,” Prater sighed, looking over the
schematics as well. “we could be in a lot of trouble if they don’t.”
“They’ll work,” Mac assured them, heading toward the lift
with the others. He was surprised when they got in to find Josh directing the
lift to the bridge.
“Kid?” he asked curiously.
“Ketchum,” Josh answered simply.
Mac just nodded. He’d almost forgotten that the Admiral had
been to see Josh and that he’d directed him to come see him once he was
released. “Okay, kid. We’ll see you in sickbay. Try not to be too long. “
Josh shrugged, a ghost of a smile upon his lips. As if he would ever try to
rush the
Admiral. Mac’s laughter was drowned out
by the closing lift doors.
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