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Just a little off...

Posted on 29 May 2019 @ 03:46 by Ensign Kendra Kyle & Lieutenant Finley Chu

Mission: Scylla and Charybdis
Location: Ward Room
Timeline: Mission Day 2 at 1932

"It's always so quiet in here," Kendra said, as she entered the Ward Room. It was clear that most of the officers on the ship seemed to prefer to eat in the mess or in their own quarters as nobody ever seemed to be in here when she came in. "Don't you think?" she asked, as she walked toward the table where a woman she'd yet to meet was sitting.

Fin looked up from her PADD, a look of profound confusion on her face. Who was this person, and why was she talking to her. The red of the uniform started registering, as did the single gold pip, and finally the blue eyes and blonde hair. The words this ensign spoke though, those were lost to Fin. "What was that?"

“That there doesn’t ever seem to be many people in the wardroom,” Kendra said, walking to the replicator.

Fin shrugged to Kendra's back, "I guess people prefer the privacy."

"I guess," she said. "I just got used to the mess at the academy and flight school," she shrugged.

"Ships this size tend to either have a close-knit crew that spends a lot of time together, or we have lots of isolated people." Fin shrugged, "It's also our first outing as a crew, so when the social communities start forming it'll get busier."

"I hope you're right," Kendra said. "What do you do aboard the ship?" she asked.

Fin smiled at the question. "I tend to fix broken things. I'm the ACEO. What about you?"

"Chief of Flight Control," she said, with a hint of disappointment in her voice.

"Would you like to sit ensign? My neck is starting to get sore."

"I haven't decided what I want yet," motioning to the replicator behind her.

Fin shrugged, "You're free to join me after you've made your decision." and turned back to her PADD.

Kendra finally decided on a sandwich and some iced tea before she sat down at the table with the engineer. "What are you working on?" she asked, curiously.

"I have some ideas on how to tweak the warp field geometry. We're losing efficiency at warp 8.4, where it shouldn't happen." Fin turned one PADD around to show a complex diagram.

Kendra put her food down and then looked over at the PADD leaning across the table. “Something that small could be compensated by the helm, don’t you think?” She asked. “It doesn’t appear there’s a sizable increase beyond 8.6...”

"It's not that it can't be compensated for, it's that it shouldn't happen in the first place." She turned back the PADD and looked at another, tweaking something in the calculations. "It's a small issue, but it's a puzzle to solve."

"Agreed but something we can compensate for in the meantime," Kendra said. "Just because something isn't working the way we expect it to doesn't mean we shouldn't do what we can to not make it an issue until it's fixed."

Fin nodded while she got back into her work again, "I'm not disagreeing with you, but I prefer not having helm officers having to think about compensating for it."

"Good point," Kendra chuckled. "I guess I'm just used to having to be self-sufficient in a fighter."

"Except we don't have any of those..." she remarked absently.

“Oh, I’m well aware,” she said, sounding annoyed.

 

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