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Bridge, Deep Space Wintreath

Taralia narrowed her eyes at the “lieutenant” remark and she couldn’t quite tell if he was joking about briefing them on her doctoral research...

“Sir, while I understand that it’s important to get the ship up to date, with all due respect that’s not really what the science division does. Wouldn’t it be better to have engineering handle upgrades?” She responded, knowing fully that she was pushing her commanding officer. “I’m not sure yet, as I only recently arrived, but I highly doubt my officers have the skills to upgrade much of anything.”

“My proposed course of action would be to meet with all science division officers, then do a system scan to see where we’re at as far as  upgrades go,” she continued. “If things still need to be done, I’ll be sure to work with Lieutenant Aldrnari and the chief medical officer to get things up to date as soon as I can. Is that acceptable, sir?”A

Deep Space Wintreath, Medical Bay

K011 continued to mop as the doctor spoke.

"You wouldn't happen to know how to put this place back together, would you?" She asked, gesturing to a pile of parts she had separated from the general dirt and unsalvageable objects. It was still covered in a slight film of grime. "I'd be happy to lend a hand if it means getting this place into a more respectable condition faster. I doubt maintenance will be able to spare much for us for a bit yet, if the rest of the station is worse than this."

Just as he began to open his mouth to answer, she continued, "I'm Kry. Please no Doctor or any of that. What can I call you?"

K011 took in the Officer's preferred form of address and made a mental note of it. He picked up his mop and dunked it in one of the buckets, standing up to a form of attention he began to answer her inquires, "I am Designation Kilo Zero One One, the staff here refer to me as Kilo, or Koll, I have no preference to my designation. As to the workings and organization of this facility, I am capable of assisting in bringing it back to functional condition. As I am not a fully trained engineer, my abilities to repair some of the disabled electronics will be limited. As my superior officer it is your choice to assist me or not, however I do not require assistance." With that he continued with his work.

Main Bridge, Deep Space Wintreath

Tel'Yorak gives a curt nod to the captain at the mention of his name. "It is good to be here captain. I will get started on my work immediately, providing there is nothing else that is required of me?" Hearing nothing, he turns around, and, followed by his peculiar entourage, leaves the bridge, but not before issuing a greeting to his fellow crewmates.

Hangar Bay 1, Deep Space Wintreath

As Tel'Yorak walks through the spacious hallways of DSW, he busily consults his holographic drones, working to improve the efficiency of the hangars at Deep Space Wintreath. Once he arrives at Hangar Bay 1, he looks around and nods in approval. "Yes, this will do nicely,". He immediately issues remote commands to a fuel drone who diverts its course and stations itself directly in front of Aki. After quick scans, his holograph drones relay to him basic production information that Tel'Yorak muses over for a bit. "If the cogitators are overclocked in such a fashion as to increase the information processing of how much fuel to give to certain starships, it is possible . . . " He trails off into incoherent mumbling as he rearranges parts, runs virtual simulations, and compares schematics to the plans of similar Gorram machines. Finding a solution, he issues another command to the fuel drone and begins to move towards the maintenance bays.

Maintenance Bays, Deep Space Wintreath

As Aki Tel'Yorak enters the maintenance bays, he sends out commands to the rest of the logistics staff. Soon, 20 odd Gorram had entered the maintenance bays and were talking rapid fire in the efficient Gorram language. Aki sighed, it was almost like home. He raised his hands, and the entire staff stopped talking. Aki showed the Gorram the schematics, and what improvements were to be made. Immediately, there was shouting and questions coming from the crowd of Gorram, as they debated within themselves, and with Tel'Yorak, about the improvements. Soon, the entire room had devolved into a freeform debate of ideas, as to how best to improve the fuel drones. Soon, a better design was made, and the Gorram got to work. The drones of the logistics staff helped them begin working on building a design to send to the production facilities onboard DSW. Aki worked alongside his staff as equals, in the world of supply and logistics, there was no time for orders to be passed through a hierarchy. Time was of the essence.

Kuark's Bar

Paeban furrowed his brows and narrowed his eyes. "Watch yourself, robot. You never know when you might actually need security," he said threateningly. "You saw today how much of a nuisance a few security officers can be. I wouldn't think you'd want some bothering you at all hours of the day and disrupting your esteemed business."

He held eye contact with HKR for a few more seconds then turned and left.

After getting back to the Security Office, he told one of his senior security officers, "I want Kuark's Bar under heightened surveillance. Keep me informed of any peculiarities with the owner, Kuark, or his bartending robot. And be subtle about it. I only want reliable officers on this."

He then checked his timepiece. "And when is the Commander's transport supposed to arrive?"

"Sir, he's already here and on the bridge," the security officer replied.

"Gah!" he snarled in frustration then stomped his way towards the bridge.

Shi'vali Suits and Sips and Shots

Dimitrius watched the situation over at Kuarks with a grin. He had finished his dance, and was watching the droid get heckled by the security officer. He picked up some of the conversation, and raised a brow, but never left the threshold of his building and simply slinked away. He smiled and poured himself a cup of tea. As he sipped it he sat and looked at his own data pad, scrolling through files. He was watching some of the technical data of the ship, some more doors flashing on. Good to see they are actually working. Luckily he used very few of the doors, but there had been a few he had needed in weeks prior, ones that needed to be freely open and ignored. But that was an issue for then, no longer. He sipped his tea and awaited a customer, no one wanted any clothes of late, and his tea, coffee, and liquor station were rather barren, but when he saw the pippy young coffee shop owner walk out, hanging a "closed sorry" sign, he realized he might get some business for a moment.

Deep Space Wintreath, Kuark's Bar

HKR-07

HKR was pleased. A touchy subject for the good security chief. It would have to remember that. The security chief stormed off after making a threat. A hot head? He should be easy to manipulate though HKR would have to be careful. He might be emotional but he was not fool. HKR looked at the datapad and remotely accessed it, filling in the form on less then a second. There were benefits to being a robot and HKR had lots of GPL to upgrade its systems, including remote access devices and top of the line hacking systems. That would be handy for what comes next.

At that moment Kuark came in, cautiously looking around as he was afraid that 50 cops might jump in or, worse, that the security chief was still here. Comfortable that they were alone, Kuark looked at HKR. "What did you tell him, huh? The last thing I need is more attention on this place!" HKR decided decided that deception was probably a wise course of action. "I only described the situation, Kuark. He also asked for you, I told him you had gone to get help." Kuark still looked upset but it appeared to satisfy the Forongian. "Well, then, I see you mostly cleaned this place and that security left. Open the bar, then! Time is latinum and I don't pay you to babysit an empty bar!" HKR pushed its bowtie a bit and walked past Kuark to the entrance, opening it. "Yes, Kuark. However, I must do something relating to the incident earlier, the security chief wants me to leave something in his office." Kuark made a sound of disgust. "Guess I'll man the bar myself for a bit. Hurry back, ya hear, or I'll dock your pay!" He turned back, muttering under his breath "Stupid robot, why do I even still employ him...."

Today was apparently the day of empty threats between Paeban's threats against an establishment HKR did not even like and Kuark's threats about a job it did not care for. It made HKR actually rather pleased, its concealment program must be working perfectly. HKR walked over to the security office, entering. There was one big desk and doors leading to what HKR assumed was either offices or cells. The main terminal, however, was what drew its attention. It activated its remote accessing device and hacking protocol. It might leave a slight trace but nothing that could tie anything back to HKR. It gently put the datapad on the terminal, careful to avoid any contact with the screen, and left. Now it had a backdoor into the security systems. It would focus on the databanks, specifically several key words. It would be a while before it finished searching the databanks, maybe a day. HKR would have to find an excuse to return and collect the program. No matter, it had a while to think of something and a job to do in the meantime as he returned to Kuark's.

Medical bay, Deep space wintreath

Kry stifled a chuckle as the janitor drew himself to attention. She understood it was part of him, as much as her legs were a part of her, but she still found it odd.

"Once this is dealt with, would you mind beginning repairs? I will put in a request with engineering to send someone over."

Noting the time, and then the replicator, she made split second decision to eat out. She had a bit of currency to spare. Heading across the promenade, she stepped into the first shop that looked like it sold food. The one across the way was closed, so she almost expected a crowd, but to her surprise, no one was there bu the owner.

Shi'vali Suits and Sips and Shots
Carefully maneuvering her extra limbs around the racks of suits, she found her way to the bar. It seemed to only sell liquids, but she could use the caffeine right now. Perhaps the other shop would open up soon. Or she might have to visit the battle scene. She could worry about that later.
"Hello, seller of suits and sips and shots. Can I have two of whatever you recommend?"

Deep Space Wintreath Medical Bay

With the Doctor's additional order, K011 nodded and replied "Affirmative."

Shortly after the Doctor left the Medical Bay heading for the Promenade leaving K011 as the only person left in the bay. He quickly finished cleaning the bay before returning his cleaning equipment to his barracks and retrieving his tools to start repairs on what systems he could. It had been a long time since he'd done any electrical work, the last time he'd done similar work was hacking through a number of security doors on the WVS Wintermoot. Now he found himself repairing medical terminals on a Wintrean Federation Space Station. As K011 opened up access panels and rearranged wiring occasionally getting shocked, he couldn't help but feel irritated thinking about just how inefficient, and outdated the equipment in the Medical Bay was. Such a thing never would have been allowed to occur on the Indomitable.

The Bridge, Deep Space Wintreath

Onni was frustrated at the current state of things, to say the least. He was running routine maintenance when he had heard about a scuffle on the bridge. He didn't put much thought to it, as he assumed the damage would be fairly easy to fix. The ship has a small sickness, nothing to worry about.

Now, he stood on the bridge, wishing he had taken what he had heard more seriously. He bent down, patted the damaged floor in a comforting manner, and set to work on repairs.

Maintenance Bays, Deep Space Wintreath

The Gorram chattering rose to a peak as they finalized the designs for what they had called Fuel Drone Mark II. Satisfied, Aki Tel'Yorak sent a transmission to the production facilities onboard Deep Space Wintreath to produce one of the prototypes. After the transmission had been sent, a pair of Gorram practically ran to the production facilities to escort the new prototype to Hangar Bay 1, where it would be tested. Meanwhile, the other 18 Gorram made their way to Hangar Bay 1, excitedly jabbering on about how this would improve the efficiency of the hangars, and what else they could do to improve productivity. People in the hallways moved around the large group, annoyed at the clump of aliens moving through the exact center of the hallway. However, the Gorram didn't notice, they were too caught up in their own conversations. Finally, they had reached the hangar bay.

Hangar Bay 1, Deep Space Wintreath

The Gorram lined up on the perimeter of Hangar Bay 1, eager to see how their prototype would fair. A small transport ship, specially procured for this test sat in the middle of it, empty of fuel. The pair that had obtained the Mk II drone brought it into the hangar. It was a bulky, circular thing, space had been increased in order to compensate for the oversized cogitators. They began the test. The Fuel Drone started up in a whine, and began to move across the hangar. The Gorram watched it expectantly, before suddenly, it blew up in a bright flash of white light, its parts scattering into the Gorram sidelines. The staff covered their eyes and ducked away from the flaming, spinning debris. Almost immediately, fire suppression drones were deployed to contain the fire and the Gorram converged on the destroyed prototype, taking readings and analyzing data, angrily arguing with each other in the process. Finally, it was decided that the cogitators had overheated, due to the lack of an inadequate cooling system, which ignited the fusion reactor, which then ignited the fuel, resulting in a chain reaction that caused the drone to explode. The Gorram once more moved into the maintenance bays to improve their design.

Supply Hold, Deep Space Wintreath

Lishku was almost finished stocking up the used kits with new ammunition, to ensure that if they met anything nasty on the next expedition, it wouldn't be the last thing they saw. This should be the last thing on the checklist, he thought. My people should be at Kuark's soon, so I should try and go quickly.

That's when he heard the explosion from the nearest hangar.

He paused for a couple seconds, a little stunned, then ran up the stairs to the first hangar bay. He didn't know what to expect, but he knew that it probably wasn't great.

Hangar Bay 1, Deep Space Wintreath

When he finally reached the hangar bay, Lishku saw something of a scene. There were a bunch of fire suppression drones hitting a fiery patch in the middle of the floor close to a small transport ship with a bunch of Gorram arguing off to the sides. The Mikaala took a moment to process what was going on, then felt as anger bubbled up in his stomach.

"Good gods, can you try not to make things explode!?! You almost gave me a heart attack!"

The worry could be heard in the cracking of his voice. Explosions likely meant much smaller things when working on new inventions, but in the factories where Lishku used to work, it usually meant someone was dead or injured.

Hangar Bay 1, Deep Space Wintreath

When he finally reached the hangar bay, Lishku saw something of a scene. There were a bunch of fire suppression drones hitting a fiery patch in the middle of the floor close to a small transport ship with a bunch of Gorram arguing off to the sides. The Mikaala took a moment to process what was going on, then felt as anger bubbled up in his stomach.

"Good gods, can you try not to make things explode!?! You almost gave me a heart attack!"

The worry could be heard in the cracking of his voice. Explosions likely meant much smaller things when working on new inventions, but in the factories where Lishku used to work, it usually meant someone was dead or injured.

Hangar Bay 1, Deep Space Wintreath

Aki looks over at a molluscoid-like creature shouting angrily at his staff. He breaks away from his current conversation and strides over to where Lishku is standing. His noospheric readouts tell him that he was talking to the Chief Exploration Officer aboard Deep Space Wintreath. Fellow top brass, he mused. This is going to be interesting.
"Hello sir." He says in a very business-like tone, "Apologies for the explosion. All in the name of progress, you must understand,". He shoots a dirty look to the small group who designed the cooling system, "I will give a stern reprimanding to those Zak-forsaken officers who got us into this mess. Is there anything I can do for you?"

Hangar Bay 1, Deep Space Wintreath

Aki looks over at a molluscoid-like creature shouting angrily at his staff. He breaks away from his current conversation and strides over to where Lishku is standing. His noospheric readouts tell him that he was talking to the Chief Exploration Officer aboard Deep Space Wintreath. Fellow top brass, he mused. This is going to be interesting.
"Hello sir." He says in a very business-like tone, "Apologies for the explosion. All in the name of progress, you must understand,". He shoots a dirty look to the small group who designed the cooling system, "I will give a stern reprimanding to those Zak-forsaken officers who got us into this mess. Is there anything I can do for you?"

Hangar Bay 1, Deep Space Wintreath

Lishku had a vague recognition of the small lizard standing in front of him. He was the chief supply officer of this vessel. Though Lishku didn't have much respect for the rank in and of itself, he did respect the amount of work that went into leading supply for a vessel as big as DSW, and strongly believed that everyone should be treated as an equal regardless.

He calmed himself.

"Don't worry too much about it. As long as everything is under control, it's all fine."

Lishku gave Aki a gentle smile.

"If you don't mind me asking, what are you working on up here? Some new kind of ship or drone or what have you?"

Hangar Bay 1, Deep Space Wintreath

Lishku had a vague recognition of the small lizard standing in front of him. He was the chief supply officer of this vessel. Though Lishku didn't have much respect for the rank in and of itself, he did respect the amount of work that went into leading supply for a vessel as big as DSW, and strongly believed that everyone should be treated as an equal regardless.

He calmed himself.

"Don't worry too much about it. As long as everything is under control, it's all fine."

Lishku gave Aki a gentle smile.

"If you don't mind me asking, what are you working on up here? Some new kind of ship or drone or what have you?"

Aki clapped his hands excitedly, “In order to improve the efficiency of this hangar, my staff and I wanted to increase the processing speed on the fuel drones, so they could make decisions has to how much fuel a ship needed much faster. Unfortunately, what my crew and I forgot to increase was the cooling system,”. He pulls up a diagram on a holograph drone to show Lishku. “If you see here, the heat readouts on the cogitator peaked right before the drone’s destruction. The cogitator over heating causes the core to ignite, which then ignited the fuel in a chain reaction that caused the drone to explode.”