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Docking Difficulties Part 2

Posted on Mon May 31st, 2021 @ 1:12am by Lieutenant JG Reagan Quinn

Mission: Guilty By Association
Location: USS Dreadnought, Various
Timeline: MD 09 - 1600hrs

Hours passed and RJ found herself still in her office after the official end of alpha shift. Teams had been set up for repairs on both the Dreadnaught and the Agincourt in rotations for the next three days. Hopefully, the repairs would be done before then, but it never hurts to be prepared for the worst case scenario. She was reminded again of one of the quotes pounded into her brain by her Marine father, “By failing to prepare, you are preparing to fail.” He was always big on thinking ahead and assembling plans, a trait that RJ happily inherited.

Finishing her umpteenth cup of coffee that day, Reagan reviewed the latest reports. Repairs were going smoothly with no major injuries. In fact, the only thing of note was a minor finger cut. A list of supplies was attached that the Agincourt needed to repair both the armor plating and hanger deck. She forwarded the list to ops before looking at the photos surveying the damage. The hangar deck was a mess. Plates buckled and crumpled like paper. The lines on the deck more resembled a maze than the typical well thought out patterns.

A twinge of regret over having felt excited about having something to do rippled through her mind as photos scrolled across the padd, but she pushed it out almost as quickly as it came. There was nothing that could be done about it now other than to fix the problem that existed.

She finished the last sip of her coffee and set the now reviewed reports aside with a sigh. Her shift was over. She didn’t have to stay, she certainly didn’t have to do rounds at each of the repair sites, but it was the right thing to do. At least in her mind. Some chiefs just did the chief part of the job: reviewed reports, signed off on repairs, and barely ever picked up a plasma torch, but that wasn’t how RJ was raised. If her people were getting their hands dirty, so was she. Once the reports were done that is. It meant longer hours, but also higher morale. It was worth it in the end.

RJ picked herself up from the desk, replicated a new cup of coffee, and walked towards the nacelles with a padd in hand. A question from earlier in the day re-emerged. Why had the mag plating on the Agincourt reversed polarity? It certainly wasn’t a mishap one expected from a ship fresh out of the yards. She reviewed the data on the padd, racking her brain for answers as she strolled.

Teams of engineers and ops officers were working busily to repair damage on the nacelles and the deck plating. Both from inside and outside the ship, when RJ arrived on the scene. A quick discussion with the officer in charge of the repair detail confirmed what was in the reports. No issues, everything was running smoothly. No one had anything unusual to report and there were no additional clues as to what may have caused the mishap.

With nothing new on the investigative front, RJ rolled up her sleeves and got to work. Helping some of the teams to repair leaks and reinforce structural integrity or lend a hand wherever needed. Meeting some of the engineering and even ops personnel that she hadn’t yet had a chance to meet made the time go by quickly. They shared laughs, tips, and tricks. Over the years she had found that finding time to work together made for a closer bond within the department. There was something about spending time stuffed in a jefferies tube that tended to bring out people’s personalities.

After working for a couple of hours with the teams, she dismissed herself from the group and headed towards the mag clamp repair team for her last round. She buried her face in data once more, still trying to find an answer to her question revolving around the root cause of the accident. Rounding the corner to where the repair team stood working away, Reagan’s ears perked at the sound of a familiar voice.

“Stopped by just to see me, eh?” Galindez spoke as the chief neared the area he was supervising.

RJ raised a brow in confusion. “Didn’t your shift end two and a half hours ago?” It was more of a statement than a question.

“Didn’t yours end two and a half hours ago too?” he chuckled. “I figured I’d stick around and help out until you graced us with your presence. I know how much you like to work. Sometimes too much,” he smirked.

Knowing she couldn’t really argue as his statement was entirely accurate, RJ pushed the topic forward. “Well then, I haven’t read the latest report so give me the update.”

“Everything is running smoothly. By my estimate, we’ll finish the repair job a little bit early, actually. I believe the Agincourt is in the same boat.” He paused for a moment and then looked straight at RJ. “I don’t think this is the first time they’ve made a repair like this.”

“What do you mean? They’re fresh out of the shipyard. Why would they have made this repair before?”

“I was talking to Hawkes earlier and he said he noticed a short in the system that caused a feedback surge to the docking system on their side. When he looked closer he found evidence of a system that had been frayed and then repaired, just not repaired as well as it should have been. Here,” Galindez motioned to a console nearby, “he said he sent some data over. We can pull it up and check it out.”

RJ walked swiftly to the screen and pulled up the report from Hawkes. “Interesting…Look at this,” she pointed to a portion of the report showing systems that indicated previous repair. “It’s more than just the docking system that’s been repaired before. I guess these aren’t quite as new as we were led to believe.”

“Apparently not,” Galindez shrugged. It was a weird thing to fib about, but there was nothing they could do about it anyways.

“Huh, well I’ll include it in the report to Captain.” She closed the tab and turned to face the working crew. “Was there anything you guys needed help with?” RJ asked, ready to pitch in where needed.

“I think what everyone really needs is for those of us on alpha shift to get a few hours of sleep before our shift rolls around again,” Galindez chuckled. “Come on, I’ll walk you to your quarters.”

RJ folded her arms and looked at him with a raised brow. “Are you just offering to walk with me because you’re being nice or because you think I’ll stop by engineering on the way home?”

“Maybe a little bit of both,” he cheekily grinned and waved his hands forward, urging her to head home. “Plus it’ll give you a chance to tell me what you’ve been up to since we last served together. We haven’t had much of a chance to really catch up yet.”

“Alright, fair enough,” she chuckled. He was stubborn and insistent, but a good friend. “Let’s go.”

 

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