SD242112.02 - Joint Duty Log - CO & CEO - "Reinforcements"
=^= Main Engineering =^=
General Grey jogged up to the grandiose pair of reinforced doors that marked the entrance to his CEO's territory.
The double-doors hissed open, jammed part-way, slammed shut, and fell inwards; landing with the dull thud of metal on carpet.
Having dodged falling girders and overworked engineering teams en-route, the General took this in stride and walked over the fallen doors.
Engineering was as busy as everywhere else. Teams rushed to and fro with orders and reports, working their tails off to keep the station from shaking itself apart at warp speed. Fortunately the jump itself had caused minimal damage, but the effects of the black hole's parting gift had caused a great deal of damage, and warp put even a healthy ship under a lot of pressure.
"Commander!" he called out over the noise, finally spotting a familiar face.
De'Lenn dropped the deck plating and it hit her toe making her holler. "DAMM IT!!!!! That was my damned toe you idiot!" she hollered and danced on one foot. The shaking of the station did not help her balance either. Hearing Grey's voice, she hollered, "Over here General!" she said rubbing her toe which was a pulsating hurt. Her poor station was being shaken hard and not stirred gently by this warp drive move. If the SIF failed she would shaker herself apart.
"That must have hurt." the General observed, coming up alongside her and peering down at the mistreated foot. "Do you need a med-kit?"
"A med-kit? No I need a ton of baling wire and duct tape to keep her from flying apart. Do you have any idea of how stressed the SIF is? Let alone the IDF? " De'Lenn said grabbing a railing to keep on her feet. "Just how much longer are we gonna keep this up? I might not have a station to put together when we get there", she added.
"A week." he reminded her. "The upside is that we just need to maintain this speed. No more jumps. Also no more gravity stress from the black hole, as we're already well outside its range. I'm told the shipyard is already channelling maximum power into the power grid via the umbilicals. Is that helping?"
"Somewhat but it may not be enough. We have suffered a good deal of structural damage. The SIF fields are in the red already and I have been pulling power from little used systems for the SIF. I hope and pray we hold together for another week!" Ky'La said as the deck shook again.
Nearly shaken off of his feet, Grey widened his stance a bit to give him some extra balance. After a few moments of holding his hands out like a man on a high-wire, the vibrations eventually subsided. Taking a breath, he refocused on the topic that had brought him down here.
"So, yes. I have good news. The Starfleet portion of the tow fleet has reached the point where they can maintain speed with only a half-shift in Engineering. Engineerings. Whatever. In any case, they say they can spare 800 crew to assist in the maintenance of the station for the coming week. Warp field experts, damage control specialists, you name it. Shall I have them beam aboard?" he asked, deciding it was better to get her input *before* throwing random people under her feet.
"Oh hell yes please......with that many people, I can get a weeks sleep," Ky'La said. "We can get a good ma-"
The Chief was abruptly interrupted by a blast of steam and a warning alarm from the far side of the triple-barrelled core. An engineer was already on-hand to spin the valve closed, but some choice invective signalled the need for a senior officer.
"Then I'll get them on board asap. Good luck with...whatever that was." he told her, stepping carefully away from the mist drifting across the floor. As his CEO hurried to handle the latest calamity, the General walked off towards the doorway.
By the looks of things, those extra staff were needed pronto.
=^= End of Log =^=
Brigadier General Jonathan Grey
Lieutenant Commander Ky'La De'Lenn
Chief Engineering Officer