Eli Zhu

Lt. Cmdr. Eli Zhu Log The engineering trio bunched together in front of the screen as if children watching a favourite TV show. "It seems the data has finished compiling." "You are correct." "About time." Eli initiated the process in which all data compiled where placed in their correct hierarchical file places. Lines and dots appeared then with a few more taps, letters took their place. The empty tree diagram before was now crowded with text, some out of place. Conversion process is never perfect. Eli opened the library of Tamarian expressions authored by Kevin Anderson and began filling in the blanks. Main directory 865-123552: 56 files Record Start: 0 Record Terminated: 736252346364323h Cause of Termination: Sudden end of file Total size: 313743 GQ Duration: unknown Manufacture: Dajeroas-a^2.42115.99563.bx^2.752325.c^2.42-COR at Shanti Audio Record Text Record Visual Record Audio Visual Record Mechanical Record Eli peered at the long digits of numbers then at the records. The undamaged portion of the audiovisual record played. Eli tried translating Time 736252346364300h - Mirab, with sails unfurled, Girab with hands in the air (Good journey) Time 736252346364305h - Zima and Bakor, at Anso, Karan and Jiri during the full moon? (What is this unknown vessel?) Time 736252346364306h - Karan and Jiri during the full moon? (Asking questions) Time 736252346364306h - Kiteo, his eyes closed (Disregard the unknown vessel) Time 736252346364306h - Mirab, with sails unfurled (Let's be on our way) Time 736252346364308h - Nahki with his family, Temba, his arms wide, Marat in the fields of Nogra? (Talking to eachother, how is your family? Tell me about them) Time 736252346364308h - Darmok on the ocean, Nahki with his family (My family are isolated, probably on their Homeworld?) Static … The images fade for 12 hours of record time. The image resumes at time index 736252346364320. Time 736252346364320h - Rai and Jiri at Lungha, Zima and Bakor, at Anso, Ria in Kinta? Felia and Rix in Falash? (Attempt at communication with the unknown vessel) Time 736252346364320h - Chenza at court. The court of silence. (No response) Time 736252346364320h - Rai and Jiri at Lungha, Zima and Bakor, at Anso, Ria in Kinta? Felia and Rix in Falash? (Hail most likely) Time 736252346364320h - Chenza at court. The court of silence. (No response) Time 736252346364321h - Kiteo, his eyes closed, Mirab, with sails unfurled (They refuse to understand, we have to flee) Time 736252346364322h - Zinda, his face black, his eyes red! Uzani, with fists closed! (They are attacking) Sparks flew across the cabin of the small craft. Time 736252346364322h - Mirab, with sails unfurled! (Flee) Time 736252346364322h - Shaka, when the walls fell! Mirab, with sails unfurled, Sea of Rocks! (Some system failure, there is an asteroid field nearby, flee there) Time 736252346364322h - Kailash, when it rises. Mirab, with sails unfurled! (It is a necessary risk, set course) It appeared that whomever attack stopped as the shuttle enters an asteroid field. Time 736252346364323h - Sea of Rocks! Shaka, when the walls fell! Zinda, his face black, his eyes red. (Physical impact causes shuttle to crash) Sudden End of File. Unfortunately, most of the impact visuals were scrambled around, most likely the internal camera was damaged during impact. To sum it up. It appeared that … 1. They were going somewhere 2. Aliens attacked, unknown race 3. Tamarians fled to an asteroid field 4. They were hit 5. They crashed on the planet next to it. Eli and the other sighed to worked so hard to get well enough. What interested Eli was the numerical code in the beginning of the file. It looked like coordinates...

From: Lt. Zhu - CENG - Aegis TO: Captain Ayers - CO - Aegis CC: Admiral Meve - CO - Starfleet operations within Cardassia Sector RE: Usage of Ship SD: 0508.26 This message is a formal request of using the USS Lewis to launch the first 3 prototypes of the orbital defense platforms. Since the Lewis leaves next day, this can be done with relative ease. Once the Pandora's Box have returned, total launch of all platforms can be considered. All regular maintenance to the Lewis are being performed right now. With the Lewis' assistance, testing the prototypes is easily achieved and the mass production model can be determined. Thank you.

Lt. Eli Zhu Chief Engineer Personal log entry SD: 0508.04 Zhu took a minute to think something through, he picked a good time too, every body else were talking among themselves about selectivity of drinks and origin of their life. Perhaps next it would escalate to interest, possibly to why each respective member choose to be who they are now, or their respective profession. Indeed Lieutenant Eli Zhu, still a young officer, seldom crowded areas and this general sort of gathering, he could not blame his superior officers for his invitation, after all he was the chief engineer and must meet the chief medical officer in case his fellow engineers or himself were injured. What kind of patient, or person, would he be not even saying a simple greeting to a potential friend? Zhu's mind lapsed on. His fellow officers still murmured with intensive discussions, and nursing their drinks. Zhu thought deeper, deeper than the superficial humus of his being, deeper than the building blocks of his fibres, deep into the structures of his nerve cells. Deep, he thought and back in time his mind went. He searched. "nope." He mouthed, back in the real world, real time and real place. "nope." It was simple but a heart-pounding realization, well at least for him. Zhu contemplated again as he glanced at his surrounding, a table, his fellow officers seated near by, they were temporarily off duty, no one wanted to blow the station up and they were drinking their drinks. "nope." He mouthed again. Zhu finally admitted to himself. Why was this all so bizarre? He never done this sort of thing before in his entire life ... ever. What was occurring here were what Zhu called a "Senior Officer's Tea Party", simple but effective and somewhat ridiculing but nevertheless it describes what was there. Tea, one of the most essential items to Zhu and to his Friend Dent, and Party, something that Zhu never done before, some how magically clashed in his mind. All too strange, all too simple but all too startling. He realized what he's been missing - the company. Never had Zhu ever thought of being invited to a social-gathering thing like this before. And like an old watch left out to rust, the concept of 'party' rusted with his mind. Only the word, like an empty shell, remained. Zhu looked to see if the waiter was not busy. "That's our chief engineer, don't mind him, he's convinced that if he's not at his post the station would blow up any minute." He was reminded of the words. Though the words were not as accurate as he remembered it or who said it, the jest of the meaning remained with him. Paranoia? About the station's well being? Him? Was it possible? Zhu looked back again. All the way back to the first situation. There was that time when Zhu left Aegis on the Pandora's Box, it was almost around a day after he arrived that he was wisped away from his station, home and placed aboard a mobile starship, the feeling was mesmerizing but frightful. When he got back he found at least 4 lower deck power couplings have blown due to irregularities in the primary grid stationed there. Zhu never agreed to leave voluntarily again. There was also that time with the whole ion storm thing. He left his primary station to help repair and deionize every corridor and hull way on the station and when he got back, the storm hit and everything went warily dark. He disliked natural disasters after that. "hmm..." Zhu silently contemplated and mouthed the expression, still looking for the waiter. Perhaps he wasn't paranoid, perhaps he wanted to do everything under his supervision so it wouldn't go so wrong. Ouch there it was, Zhu thought. Micromanaging, it's not good for the chief to do such a thing, in such a big station. Zhu sagged mentally. Perhaps he was in the stage of denial. Perhaps it may take some time before he could fully forget the past unfortunate events that scars his mind. Perhaps time was all he needed. Zhu closed this chapters of his thoughts and raised a hand to the waiter. "Mister Waiter, another cup of tea please." The above said tea party, partied on, meanwhile some where around pylon 1 ... a replicator, accidentally left on, is steeping an unfortunate guy's cup of tea ...

Lt. Zhu Chief Engineer Log Entry SD 0505.23 Zhu was keeping track of time so well in the past hours, but exhaustion and anxiety has finally pinned him to the mentality floor that Zhu has deep in his mind. He had finally forgotten what time it was now, working in the computer room with his assistant, Jaylen, had him disoriented in regards with time. Time, now that was an old word with new meaning. It took 44 minutes to finish the damage control analysis, took almost 6 hours to finish repairing main power to pylon one plus the structural integrity system, and the rest went in to restoring sickbay and reactivating power transfer units in pylon one. Time has been pretty much consumed on mass quantities on Aegis and it was taking its toll on its personnel. Zhu tinkered with an induction panel opening and added the missing mechanism that allowed it to move and vent heat from the main core's storage units. The computer core was not damaged by far; a few lost ODN conduits, malfunctioning data buffers and fried chips. The problem now resided in its power supply, which soon will be corrected. Zhu looked around, noting the lights returned to red alert state instead of no lights at all. He was glad; the station seemed more like a station than an empty graveyard of metal and empty halls and support struts. Zhu now know the feeling, the feeling countless friends have told him about. Lack of sleep and heavy conscience - they were highly contagious in the academy days since the professors were very strict upon due dates of papers and simulation paper work. Zhu has experienced perhaps 30 hours without sleep at most but now aboard Aegis, in an outer environment, not to mention artificial environment, an environment which Zhu hasn't fully adapted to yet, having been working on another project the before the incident, he now amounted to nearly 40 hours without rest - insignificant to some by comparison but Zhu was feeling it. Zhu placed back the induction panel and tested the mechanism, success. Zhu didn't mind being tired and sleepy, plus evidently he still has most of his knowledge available for repairing the station. So he decided that he was pretty well off. But due to concerns from his fellow officers he promised himself to get a good night's rest once the heavy repairs and sickbay were fully out of the way. Zhu sighed; he knew this is no time to mourn for a dead friend. The current situation might lead to another war, skirmish, war, skirmish, war, skirmish, one of those. Zhu was never a good politician or even cared about such things for that matter, now he regretted not reading a few political papers, the power struggle on Cardassia was out of his league, he could only hope that there was still some good left in their leader's minds to end this foolishness. The battered engineer moved on to another induction panel as a bee would to another nectre filled flower, to Zhu, repairing was more fun than politics.

:P i eat everything at knife point ... er.. i mean .. ::runs::

LtJg Falco And Lt Zhu Two Run-Of-The-Mill-Engineers Dual Log Entry SD: 0506.17 "Twenty minutes beginning of the tenth hour." Things were as bad as they come now, the admiral had ordered for a complete readiness of the medical bays soon, there would be wounded coming through their doors. Unfortunately, the primary sickbay on pylon one was still too damaged to support the officers and equipment; they were forced to use the med bays from the second pylon. All other repairs were still being carried but the tough part was yet to come. Carrying a large medical scanner and a chase of hypo sprays, Zhu was finally feeling his exhaustion settling in, five cups of coffee and tea weren't enough, he noted. He looked to Jaylen Falco, wondering how he was holding up. To find out he asked. "How are you holding up?" Jaylen had been relatively quiet during the engineering duo's trip to cargo bay 3. So much has happened with the past few hours. With medical kits in hand, Jaylen replies, "I'm doing fine, Chief. It’s kind of easy for me to zone things like this out. I usually just keep myself busy till everything’s fine again." That wasn't totally true. Jaylen does try to keep himself busy to block out the bad feelings, but it's hard sometimes being empathic. What making it worse are the feelings that are coming from Zhu right now. Jaylen of course knew what Zhu was dwelling on, the death of Jack Wilson. "I guess I should ask you the same question. How are you holding up Chief?" Eli rubbed his hand over his whole face as if to protect his mind from being consumed in the lighted hallways on the current deck but in reality he was rubbing his face to relax somewhat. "I don't know any more." Zhu told Jaylen. He was telling only half-truth, he knew that his strength was declining steadily but he knew that was all. He also knew that he didn't know why he felt so guilty all of the sudden. The two engineers cornered the midway and started their trip to the secondary med bays. Lacking total knowledge of what might have happened already, if it already happened. Jaylen just nodded as they continued down the hall. “I see. Well I'm no counsellor, but if you ever want to talk, I'll be around." He tried to change the subject a bit, but it was too hard, since it was fresh in both of their minds. "I tell you what. When all of this mess is over, how about you, me, and some of the guys go for a drink. And I'm not talking about that synthehol. I mean the real stuff. "He paused a moment and thought of Jack. "I couldn't think of a greater honour, and it would be the best way for us to remember." Zhu chuckled. “We’ll see who beats who in this contest of the wits.” He referred to the mind games and the political situation currently being played out. “Pure and simple drinks, like,” He paused and reflected. “Beer.” The two engineers continued their way down the corridor, near their way to the medical bays. The second wave of trauma was just beginning …

Lt. Eli Zhu Chief Engineer Multiple Area "The 8th hour" Things were quiet in engineering, the initial excitements were over. With the help of the science department, Lt. Maston with her colleagues revived the core, ejected the overloading plasma and restored equilibrium to Pylon one's primary fusion reactor, reactant feeds were rejoined and exhaust manifolds purged. The lower decks now began to show signs of recuperation. Engineering itself looked much better than it did a few hours ago, emergency lighting stopped blinking and a steady stream of low white light allowed the people to work better. All engineering consoles and schematic panels have lid, all red markings and blinking warning signs pointed straight to pylon one's uppersection at which it was joined with the midway. There were still much to be done. ------------------------------------- Lt. Zhu was on the move again, he returned to his original scene of crime at the structural integrity field generators, having make-shiftly stabilized it hours ago, it was time to actually repair it. He handed the appropriate kits and equipment to the team that was station there. "Remember that blocked intake and exhaust ports and Jammed coils?" Zhu tiredly quizzed the engineers around them who all nodded. "Good, we kicked them loose, by doing so we abraised the inner coils, it's throwing off the structural field reading by 2.6%, and we don't a blind spot where the midway is connected to pylon one. Right?" A few chuckles notified to Eli that his teams were tired but still ready to do their part in this onslaught of engineering duties. Zhu nodded to all of them, one by one, showing his dedication to them as they always had to him, Demore and the station. With one final glance at the blinking lights he was on the move again. --------------------------------------- On the midway, repairs were going smoothly and as efficient as Bob and Simon can muster. The terrible gash on the lower parts of the midway were fully covered by construction skeleton supports, soon new inner panels, circuitry, sensor nodes relays, power transfer lines and forcefield emitters will be replaced one section by one section. After that the supports will be removed, revealing a shiny new section of Aegis' midway. Bob's team had won the friendly competition of Conduit building but Simon felt that it was possible for a rematch, a little later. The dissected conduit lines emitted in the midway (deck 2)'s floor and ceiling had been covered by their respective bulkheads, the debris and scrap metal cleared. The engineers continued to work their way towards the entrence to pylon one. Bob and Simon oversaw the progress while taking their long deserved coffee break. "We're nearly finished with top and second decks here, we can move on to the lower ones once team 8 and 9 finishes with the pressurization on the breach. Good to have a break I say." Bob nodded to Simon. "Good coffee, I'm surprised really." "At coffee?" "No, the pace that we are working through. I never would have fought we'd be giving the station's power system an upgrade as well as repairing the station at the same time." "Takes mistakes to perfect something." Bob nodded to the wisedom. "Takes perfected something destroy another perfected something." They both sighed and took large gulps of their warm coffee. "So, this station is going to oversee the occupation or would be as the Admiral announced." Simon said, changing the subject. "I have no idea why this is all going down the drain again. One occupation after another it seems." "Hopefully this time we're not perceived as the bad guys. I'm a good person ya know." Bob gauwfed. The two went on with their 10 minute coffee break talking about possibilites and "what if" things. ------------------------------------------------- Zhu made his way past collapsed bulkheads around the lower parts of the midway, found the engineering team in EVA suits, one of them gave him a salute. Zhu gave him a firm nod and bounced off the forcefield, forgetting that the area wasn't pressurized. He tapped his combadge to reach the people on the otherside. "Status?" He inquired and took out a padd with every team's status report. "We're having trouble adjusting the environmental controls, half the of relays on this level are shot, we have a minor plasma leak over, Lou is working on it. I think We'll need another hour to seal this up." Zhu nodded. "Good job, I'll be back in a couple of hours, keep at it guys." After that Zhu was gone again. Sparks from plasma wielders erupted again inconcert with klanks of support skeletons against midway's structure. Fortunately no one could hear it.

Muti-Personality Log SD: 0505.30 "It was only a paper station" "Report." Patience withered, Lt. Zhu stumped quietly by the main engineering access panels which were dark with inactivity. Practically everything in Main engineering exhibited signs of inactivity, the lighting conditions were bad as it is already, the emergency lights weren't much of a help. Junior Lt. Maston responded quickly. "The tertiary section of pylon A are down, no power is getting through here or the 70 decks below. All power we rerouted up to the CT and life support systems. And of course, the structural integrity generator." Zhu rubbed his brow and sighed at the surroundings. For a few weeks he had managed to keep Aegis in one piece and polished and this is what he had to get. All the more to quickly get a move on with repairs. Zhu shifted his feet and took another long look at the portable schematic in his left hand. Muttering. "Deck 27, high energy fusion reactors. decks 58, secondary and emergency fusion generators. Hm..." The young Lt looked at Zhu. "What do you have in mind sir?" Zhu furrowed his brow and tapped on the lower boom on pylon A. "Structural integrity is stable for the moment, power generation is our next priority. Without it, we can kiss Aegis pylon one good bye." With further Examinations. "You lead teams 6 and 7, make the stand here, prepare to defrost our AM/M reaction chambers, I'll take a team below and free the secondary fusion reactors from overloading. Once that is accomplished, you will vent all the excess plasma from the reaction chambers to space, that should release the pressure building on the reactor matrix. If this works, we'll see what we immediately revive. Haste is the word here." After taking in all the technicality that meant basically what she was thinking herself, Lt. Maston nodded with personal strife. "I will take care of it sir. We will await your signal." "Good. I must go help an young friend. And carry home an old one." Zhu's expression darkened, upon thinking of what had transpired on deck 44 right before the incident. Jaylen was still alive but Jack Wilson did not, perhaps if he did not hurry, Jaylen's life would be forfeited too. Zhu turned to the jeffery tubes and hurried down towards deck 44 section 23A. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Meanwhile on the midway engineering crews have already started to seal off the breaches caused by the devastating blast from the explosion. The smell of burnt carbon and metals filled the air, noise of hyperspanners abrasioning bolts and conduits offset by the flares from plasma wielders could have disoriented a bull but not the valiant starfleet officers at work under the worse possible conditions. The initial blast radius from the explosion sliced through the lower 2 decks of the midway, this crippled the station's connection to pylon one but the structural integrity fields are holding the two pieces closely. Engineering crews have already started on rebuilding the exposed parts of the midway, the forcefield emitters were safely in place and repaired, no one was in immediate danger. Crewman Simon Kravez was glad to see the blackness of space being carefully and slowly covered by up with Aegis' own hull plating and bulkheads. After seeing the last time the station was looking grim as it was now, this was just a piece of cake. Simon looked to his counter part. "What's up with the conduits?" His counter part, Crewman Bob looked up from his work area, which was a dissected area of junctioning and branching EPS network. "Not lookin' good, half of it on this deck alone are shot to dang high heavens. I don't even wanna know what's been happening below us." Simon grunted his reply as annoyance as he felt it now, a perfectly built system that happens to be Pylon one's main power source was slowly degrading unless they could repair it. Simon took a look around and walked over to Bob. "I say, Simon, couldn't we just get the crews together and replace the shell and veins first? I mean, didn't Lt. Zhu told us to fix the grid first?" Simons looked troubled but not frustrated, after a moment he nodded. "Aye, we ill get the conduits together lad, tell your team to pull in and work on it with you. Built the fastest line on this deck back to pylon one, if you win, drinks are on me." Bob Smirked his famous You-know-you-got-a-contest smirk and nodded. The points were set on this side of the battlefield. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Zhu was nearing his destination now, somehow he had lost his team some where back on deck 34 and now he was alone. Turning on his palm beacon light he searched his way through the tube, deck 40 went by soon then deck 44. He kicked open the access hatch from the other side and exited. The emergency lights gloomed faintly of red, a ghost station this would have appeared. Zhu continued onward towards section 23A, hoping he would see his friend and assistant alive. He waved the light around, hoping to catch any soul's attention but got none, as he approached the section, he was confronted with a mass of bulkheads, ceilings, conduits, components and plating, evidence of a burnt conduit and plasma leak showed to the side and blood trailing in to the mess. Zhu's heart dropped and his mind went rigidly cold. He called out with his coarse voice, hoping to have the attention of everything in the cooridor. He called. "Jaylen? Jack? Ensign Falco? Hello?"

Lt. Eli Zhu Chief Engineer Station Wide Damage Report Status: Catastrophic Damage Current Station Status: Catastrophic Damage Taken Current Energy Status: Pylon Two Main Grid, 6.3% is supplied to Pylon One Energy Situation: Midway emergency EPS conduits cannot withstand prolonged stress, making of a new EPS grid must begin immediately. Pylon One Situation: Decks 13-23 breached and currently protected by emergency bulkheads and force fields, decks 23-35 has taken secondary damage, micro fractures along the surface. All decks has lost main power, AM/M reactor One has been shut down to prevent immediate overload, all pylon one fusion reactors has been taken offline to prevent further hazards. All Antimatter storage pods are currently safe from being breached. Structural integrity field on pylon one has been shut off, structural degradation will occur within 16.4 hours. Analysis: The structural integrity field generators and the power supply must be secured within the next 9 hours. This requires and I estimate most of the engineering team shall be working on this aspect to promote efficiency of people power. Due to a surge overload the midway's EPS conduits and power transfer relays were burnt out, replacement will take at least 2.5 hours. After a temporary storage buffer has been installed and connected to the midway conduits, power from the second pylon can be immediately be siphoned and rerouted towards key areas. Evacuation of Pylon one is most recommended if access is available. Once the structural integrity field has been stabilized and the breaches temporarily sealed efforts on restoring pylon one main power shall be underway. To prevent plasma overload and backflow of plasma within the main AM/M reactors, the plasma must be safely vented, efforts to manually rerouting the plasma will be hazardous will be conducted as safely as possible. Odds on repairing structural integrity fields in the alloted time are unlikely, evacuations of all command personnel and crew and civilians are recommended. Life support is already degrading, the generators are not fed enough power and the power from the midway conducts cannot reach the life support generators intime. More Details to come, perliminarly damage control percautions has been taken, teams are scattered to pick up all survivors.

LtJg Eli Zhu Acting Chief Engineer Log Entry SD 0503.22 Crazy week had only begun. The dinner went quite well in Zhu's quarters. Cmdr. Quark and Lt. Dent seemed to have enjoyed their meals. They've also discussed vital information and procedures and backup plans to their new and very unique orders. They were to spy on the Cardassian communications. Zhu and Dent spent a day and a half writing and perfecting the algorithms and subroutines for directing such a task. The program was indeed very intricate and fairly small, once active, it uses its own existing memory to process the data into different buffers in enemy territory, thereby reducing the chances of being detected and even less chance of a malfunction. The small peeping Tom was perfect. But this was crazy week. As Dent and Zhu made their way to fully test the peeping Tom, Zhu was called away to the transporter room, leaving Dent to fend for himself in the jungle. In this case, main engineering. Zhu was glad he gave Dent a tour. As Zhu headed for the transporter room he wondered what in the world was going on and what in the world will be going on. The last time he got any word regarding what was going on was a day ago when he was on the CT, in Meve's office. But now that bit of information didn't seem enough any more. Zhu had a lot of questions, questions like 'is Cardassia going to rip itself apart again?' or 'who was really puppeteering the destruction?' and 'was free Cardassia really the cultrate?’ There were all really good questions, probably all their answers classified and falsified. No one would really know. Zhu recalled to reading news broadcasts from all the channels on subspace. One firm of news saying one side of the story, the other firms saying something else. Was there a war going on now? Because it seemed like it. After the dominion forces left Cardassia, its government ripped itself apart again. There was one side and there was the other. The government and Free Cardassia. One claimed the other fault. So was this really a war now? A full-blown war? skirmish? Battle? Or was all the propaganda getting to everyone else? This seemed awfully like a war or rather, an occupation? Zhu's mind was stomped on as he stepped into the Transporter room. A few others were there. He got up to the Pads with them. Clueless as to what was really going on, Zhu felt all his molecules being disassembled. Here you go, Crazy week had just begun.

since the other one's dead i'll speak for him. Ahem ahem .. it was the best of times, it was the worse of times ... RIP :( thanks Darrik.

Lt. Jg Eli Zhu Acting CENG Log Entry SD 50503.01 I waited with Arthur Dent in sickbay, he sat on biobed 3 and I on 4, I eyed apprehensively at the rancid fish that was starting to stink after a minutes under the sickbay lights. Boy, are the bacteria having fun now. As I look at the strange fish, it startles me to know that it actually looked as if it wanted to blink back and perhaps talk about how hard a life it was to be a herring fish, with its fail bitten off and sandwiched between two huge pieces of bread. But for now, it seemed more content with a particular air particle near the ceiling, or perhaps the ceiling it self. I felt very safe that I left my herring sandwich back in the restaurant, who knows if my fish was rancid and radioactive or not. Perhaps it was Dent's lucky day to receive a very rancid and radioactive herring between two massive pieces of bread. But in my opinion, I believe that herring sandwiches should be made with quality and time, unlike those folks back in the restaurant who just replicate the fish, thank the makers for not replicating salmon, and stuff the fish between two immensely proportioned pieces of bread. No, herring sandwich should be made with fresh herring, or as long as the replicator behaves and give you herring instead of salmon, some toppings and two colossal pieces of whole wheat bread. Then cut the crust off and preserve the flavour of the herring into the bread as you compress the fish against the wheat buns. Ah yes, then a fresh cup of tea to wash it all down, with the knowledge of a sandwich well made and well eaten. That’s the way of the sandwich. But no! Today just had to be the day that Arthur Dent's herring sandwich turned out to be a radioactive one that MOVES while you weren't looking. But this time, Arthur Dent and I were looking and it still moved. This defies all known knowledge of sandwich making to me and I will set it right. I looked at the physical proceedings and the fish. The fish looked so innocent with its bulging eyes staring at the ceiling, but I know this fish bares the sin of a thousand years of poorly made herring sandwich. I shall make it right; I shall invite Arthur over for dinner. To make the wrong, right, to serve the best herring sandwich an engineer could ever build. And then some tea.

Lt.jg Eli Zhu Acting CENG Log Entry SD: 50502.24 Oh trash begone, I say. While Aegis' primary systems stabilize as the computer core reaches 100% efficiency, we engineers are now challenged with something new, cleaning up our dirty mess. With the joint effort of the engineering crew and sanitary crew we were able to clean up all of pylon one's mess, the CT and most of pylon two's mess. I do say that engineering is partially responsible for the neatness of the station as well as working mechanics of it. It'll take a little more time to clean up the second pylon and the midway, but I am confident that we will finish on time. Checking with the guest quarters, I confirmed that they were ready to be used by high level guests such as the delegation party that was due to arrive soon. I only hope that Aegis stays beautiful for a little longer before another event comes crashing down and damages the station and abruptly destroy all the hard work we have put into the station. But no matter, if it's our job to fix it, we fix it, if it's our job to clean, we clean it. Oh trash begone!

Ltjg Eli Zhu Acting Chief Engineer Log Entry SD 50502.16 Everything was working perfectly, it just HAD to be the turbo lifts that go out of wack. But no matter, Lt Zhu was working on all the stabilization reroutines in the computer core section of the station. He had been there for quite some time now. For a couple of hours he has noted how harshly demanding the station was, and he was just beginning to see the importance of his duty. He reflected back to Demore's desk, it was better organized than it was now, Zhu wasn't a neat or tidy person. He never believed in tidiness on the whole. He had always been a messy person, when fixing several bypasses in the plasma conduits with scrubs or fixing an A clarinet, it was the same. Fluids, got them, spare parts, check, schematics, on the floor. Everything was on the floor when he was conducting repairs. He looked round to see his assistants working away with testing the computer linkage circuits. This impacted to him that he was, indeed, a very messy person. The mess from two days ago still wasn't cleaned up, some of the ODN junctions were still not replaced by panels and several spent conduits of different classes laid on the deck plates waiting to be picked up and recycled. Zhu sighed at the sight. "I'll clean the whole station with a tooth brush, but only after everything is in order and perfectly running." He was really glad that there were more engineers to assist him to repair the station back to its formal glory. He looked over several assistants, Jaylen Falco, the newest addition seems eager to help and shows a very good understanding of the systems. Zhu's day was brighter to know that he could count on them in a tight spot. Zhu continued the battle of repairing. Replacing the damage components with brand new ones. Zhu made an estimate on the next time they'll be trashed, the odds looked good this week, no attacks or threats on the station yet, the malfunctions have been cleared out, leaving but a few glitches, the hardware replaced. Zhu's day had brighten a little more knowing that the parts would last longer while facing a crisis. He was glad, this was after all ... his home.

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Lt.Jg Eli Zhu Acting CENG Log Entry SD 50502.11 Ah, fresh brewed tea, red and quiet refreshing, not replicated but fresh. I entered my quarter living room and sat down at the table. I barely realized how little I have entered my quarters during all this time. Time ... no time to clean my rooms. My room was messy, stuff on the floor, reports on the floor, bed sheets on the floor and things that doesn't belong on the floor were on the floor. I made note to clean all this up after finishing with repairs on the station, after all cleaning wouldn't matter if the station accidently blew up in your face. I tapped on the small computer screen in front of me. I read through my usual subspace communications then deleted them - they weren't important - Brother back home got into the academy, grandfather discovered the perfect method of making sushi ... it goes on. Deleted them, all except one ... It was a letter from an old friend, or at least I thought it was an old friend. Boo Zoo, I don't know where the time had gone but I'd just wanted to say hello and how you're doing on that station ... er... Aegis. So hello, and how are you doing on Aegis? I'm on a different ship on the other side of the galaxy. I wrote this letter when I was relaxing on the starbase whatever its name is. So write me back, if you actually remember me. Oh, my sister wanted to say hello but I have no idea where she is, good luck with that. Sicerely, Zack I admit this was very surprisingly, I choked on my tea. Quickly, I saved this file on a padd and closed the computer. Unfortunate sailors, I thought. All these events leading from the Free Cardassia group and other governments planning to frame and crush it. It is hard to take it all in. I have no idea what's going on but I must say whoever sent me this was insane. Unfortunate Sailors, Cardassians, very unfortunate. I haven't read up on the politics yet and frankly if I did I wouldn't understand. Unfortunate Sailors, that freighter must have lost some crew ... very unfortunate. But I am an engineer not a politician. I admit I did want to know who sent me the letter, to clean my room and get every little aegis detail fixed before dinner time tomorrow. I drained my glass of tea and walked out of my quarters to the necessary evil of hardware that awaits to be repaired ...

LtJg Eli Zhu Acting Chief Engineer Log Entry SD 50502.11 First of all, repairing things for two days does not equal to fun squared. Second, I'm glad we have such dedicated hands aboard to help with the reconstruction of our home. Third, repairs are going great. After replacing much of the hardware in the main computer core. My teams diagnosted and tested and tested again and again the functions of it. No, we're not finished repairing it still, I estimate 1 more day of replacing missing directive subroutines and lock out overrides for the docking bays - had some problem the other day with those. I conclude this section for the computer systems that main processor and data core on Aegis is functioning at a peak of 94.52534534%, the remaining repairs are specifically due to damaged circuits that are intricate and therefore very hard to find and replace. Estimated completion of repairs for this section is 23.2 hours. After conversing with Lt. Brown and several other engineering teams it is more than on solid grounds that main weapons, phasers and lateral disruptors and torpedoes, are functioning at 99.9999%. We have yet tested the defensive systems and I hope we could schedule with in the day. Shield generators have been completely rid of excess ionized particles, all the wrinkles in the coils have been smoothed out, the necessary parts replaced, the EPS conduits flowing. We have shields, all necessary computer control have been isolated in one place for faster operating efficiency. I brought nearly all Aegis' fusion reactors online and one of the two warp cores online, main power has risen within controlable levels and efficiency. ALl deionization and clensing operations are currently being carried out on the second core. I estimate full power out put by 6 hours and 33 minutes. Also I would like to request 50 new units of warp plasma conduit assemblies, our supply is getting low. With the help of Arthur Dent and Scott Sabourin, I was able to coordinate a full scale testing of all sensor and communication systems to determine the missing hardware and software still present in the whole system it self. After much head ache, frustration, tea and salmon, our little task force brought up the efficiency of main sensors by 50% and communications to peak efficiency. Long range sensors are now operational ... again. Still with a small chunk of software missing in the main data core, some technical difficulties are foreseen. My assistants have finished reinstating the docking bay that was nearly destroyed two days ago by that freighter. ALl docking systems are running at peak efficiency, they're ready for docking proceedures. Ah, to conclude this report, I'm happy to say that repairs are running smoothly and I thank every one in engineering for their dedication and special thanks to department heads for understanding the difficulties presented. Now off to some tea ... End Report

Lt.(Jg) Eli Zhu Assistant Engineer Engineering Report Re: Repair status and the likes To: Captain Ayers, Admiral Meve, Lt.Cmdr. Hawke and generally posted on the engineering table. - Docking/Air Locks: With the help of Lt. Dent and engineering team 7, air locks 7 - 14 are current operation and at the best of air lock conditions despite the Ion storm's barrage. Air locks 1-6, 14-17 remains functionless due to computer disconnection and machanism errors. Estimated Repair time for this section ONLY: 6 hours - Computers: As with docking systems as all other major and minor systems aboard Aegis, the computer core is rendering at its most minimal support, due to ion storm damage the computer core automatically shut down everything to prevent a EPS overload. Also due to the damage, many ODN conduits were either burnt out, ionized, or turned off to prevent further damage from possible EPS overload. A Major part of engineering teams are currently replacing key ODN relay junctions to bring online all major systems, Especially main sensors and lifesupport, main weapons and shields. There is approxmately only 46% of total computer control established using secondary junctions or a bleed/cut off from several functioning main junctions to supply control. Estimated Repair Time On ODN only: 8 hours 23 minutes The Computer core it self is damaged heavily, as reports from CT indictates there is a heavy corruption in data storage, the computer does not properly retrieve and display data. Another Major engineering team is investigating this error but engineering awaits their next report. This damage is yet to be fully surveyed and analyzed therefore this task is an engineering priority. Estimated Repair Time: Unknown, Survey due to arrive in an hour - Weapons: Phasers: Main Phaser control is currently offline due to computer auto-shutdown of systems to Prevent a Major EPS overload, engineering teams are currently dawning the task of restoring power supply and computer control to Phasers. Estimated Repairs on Phasers Only: 4 hours minimal Disruptors: Mark X disruptors are currently functional at 12.5%, this however is inadequate power against any class of cruisers and battle ships that is currently used in the Cardassian or the Breen Military. Damaged energy cycling components in the main disruptor array are being replaced and the computer control strengthed. Estimated Repairs On Disruptors Only: 5 Hours minimal Photon Launchers: Currently Only 2 of the 6 rapid launchers are functional, the functional launchers have a limited ammo of 20 torpedoes each due to transport mechanism difficulties. The other 4 launchers are exhibiting targetting difficulties and prefire miscalculation errors due to limited computer support. Estimated Repairs On Photon Launchers Only: 6 hours minimal Plasma Launchers: No Engineering teams have returned a report regarding this system as of this hour -Shields: Main Shield grid is currently online, efficiency of these shields lies at 20%, as computer controls return to the station shield efficiency will increase. Meanwhile engineering teams are replacing damaged components to further increase the efficiency in case of attack. Estimated Repairs On Shields only: 9 Hours minimal with computer complications attached. - Power Plants: Warpcore: Warp core 1 housed in the primary pylon is operational at only 3%, computer control has been minimal and EPS conduits cannot with stand the full force of the heated plasma. Warp core efficiency will increase as computer control is increased as well as the condition of EPS network becomes better. Estimated Repairs on Warpcore Only: 7 hours minimal with restrictions due to computer and EPS grid integrities Further Reports are coming up as personnel reports are entered.

Ens. Eli Zhu Assistant Engineer Log Entry SD 50410.14 Ahh well, I just finished deionizing decks 56 and up, it had been a hardy job but who else better to do it than Aegis Engineers? The past week has been hectic, the main transmission grid was purged a few hours ago from over use of external communications arrays, one could only hope that the communications going on were all business ... hopefully. I couldn't blame all those people out there, needing relief as they pass near the ion storm, that seems to be taking its sweet time getting here. Though the time is nice for preparation. I estimate it would take one more hour to completely deionize the whole first plyon while Chief Demore and his team would take a little more time to finish deionizing the whole second plyon, after the process is complete, the station would have significant amount of shielding against the storm. As I target these deionization reflectors on to the sections of deck 56 I just realized why I haven't seen any one from deck 52 up, i remembered i requested for all these decks to be evacuated, just another thing deionization process does to you ... make you lose your memory. I pressed the large button that would begin the process, a button that has the DNA signiture of countless times that i have pressed it during the complete deionization of the station, I wonder how many more times i should press this ... The deionization continues ... this may or may not be boring ... At least in my opinion its not.

“Absolutely No Worries, eh . . . (Just a bizarre Nodding Phenomenon)” Ensigns Arthur Dent and Eli Zhu Joint Log Stardate 0409.18 ---------------------------------------- Dent stepped off the irate turbolift after it deposited him at the Midway. He looked around, scanning the crowd and wondering what he would do to get some brief respite before the storm reached Aegis and he was needed back on the Control Tower. He was a little hungry, so he had three choices. That terrible Klingon restaurant, the Nice Looking Restaurant, or Drankum’s. As Dent was considering these choices, he saw Eli Zhu sitting with some other engineers in Drankum’s. Making up his mind, Dent entered Drankum’s and approached the table. “Mind if I join you?” he asked. Eli looked up and smiled. "Hello Arthur, we don't mind some company,” Eli Paused and nodded his head to a corner. “There's a Romulan over there." He whispered. William looked up at Arthur Dent. "Hello there." Arthur glanced nervously in the direction of the Romulan's party then sat down and looked at the four engineers. “Some introductions, perhaps?” Eli nodded and smiled once again. He pointed at each of the engineers in turn. “This is William Tan, our electrical engineer and programmer, over there is Pete, warp specialist, the day dreamer over there is Bob, the handy man.” Pete looked at Dent and waved. Bob blinked as he gets brought out of the daydream world. "Greets Mate." Bob said. "They're from the Yorktown, they're stressed." Eli quickly added. Dent nodded. "I think we're all a bit stressed right now, I just came off duty from monitoring that impending ion storm." One engineer, William, looked at Dent with a troubled look. "Ion storms ... that’s what destroyed the outpost I was on ... and killing ..." He trailed off and looked away. Bob patted Will on the back. Pete nodded. "We have a fair share of ... troubles with those." Eli nodded. "Batten down the hatches and ready for the storm." Dent nodded and ordered something to drink before replying, "Yeah, I just hope the damage isn't too severe. Lt. Raumuk and Ensign Sabourin are analyzing the storm right now . . . Aegis is more than just an outpost, I think we can weather this one out." Changing the subject, he asked, "So what about that Cardassian freighter? What's it like, will it survive if the storm strikes?" Eli nodded as the subject turned to business, noted the waiter running off to fill the order and glanced down at a PADD he had with him. "The freighter will survive as long as it’s docked with Aegis, the shields should protect it unless we risk using shield inversion from all vessels around aegis which is tricky. But if our engineering section is doing their job we will last way longer than this storm.” William stared past them toward one of the windows. "We must live." Pete chewed on his hardened peanut brittle. "With a station like this we better make it, what level is it right now?" "It's pretty large,” replied Dent. “For some reason we may think that a dwarf star is at the centre of the storm. The Yorktown is out there right now, are you guys going to wait until the storm passes before you rejoin it?" William and Pete nodded, Pete said, "Yah, well we're safe ... right?" Dent gulped and hoped that they were indeed safe, however he did not voice his doubts. He just accepted the beverage from the waiter and stared blankly at them. Pete blinked. "Ahh ... crud." “What?! I said nothing!” Eli made a face. “Hey, we’re doing our job, it’ll be okay.” "Yeah, eh. This station was built to last. Like a rock." As if to prove his point, he slammed his glass down on the table. Unfortunately, either he slammed it too hard or the table chose this moment to take out some rage, because the glass shattered. Shards flew into Pete's peanut brittle and one narrowly missed Bob's left eye. “Oops.” “Ah!” Bob yelped as he barely dodged the tiny projectile, which scrapped Bob’s skin cells and landed in an obscured corner. Pete blinked again as his peanut brittle was shattered by the glass. After a few moments, he recovered and exclaimed, “Okay . . . that was uncalled for!” He dropped the shattered brittle and called for a waiter. “Erm . . . sorry about that,” said Dent. “I can assure you that the station is much more durable than my glass.” Eli frowned, but shrugged and said, "Our metal is good but our glass is so fragile." William continued to stare past them to the window. He looked doubtful, but in all truthfulness just didn’t care. "If some one I care is safe, I don't care ..." “Well, ion storm or no, we’ll all be here in the morning,” Dent said resolutely. They all nodded.

"Yes I like to wear this goofy looking hat" Thanks again.

Ens. Eli Zhu Assistant Engineer Log Entry Eli Zhu, the engineer was on the cardassian freighter, lending a helping hand to the York Town's Engineers at the problems they faced. He must have spent along time there helping the engineers to install the new computer core and repair the plasma distribution network that was clogged with computerized errors, since his head had a splitting headache from all the subroutines he pulled out of his memory for the secondary memory core. He noted he had been on the freighter for roughly an hour but he wondered why he had such a splitting headache justing making subroutines. Perhaps his knowledge of computer codes were at their best yet. He chuckled to his York Town counter part by the name of Matt Bailey, who seemed to be better mannered when doing his engineering work, the first engineer Eli encountered seemed like a real jerk but he didn't care. Perhaps it was he, himself, who seemed like a jerk when he intruded on the other engineers. He shrugged at that idea. "Ok i got rest of this darn programming done." Matt said grinning as he accomplished the different coding proceedures for cardassian ships. Eli turned and gave the code a look. "Wow... you're good." Eli nodded at the effort, he didn't understand cardassian coding proceedures but it seemed similar since he could read parts of it and translate it into federation codes. He ndoded again. They reflected on their current repair status and noted that it was coming along nicely it should be done within the week with the current personnel. "Alrighty, next we have ... warp manifold controllers." The two engineers, Aegis and Yorktown worked together and continued to solve this Cardassian enigma of a Computer module.

Ens. Zhu Assistant Engineer Log Entry Eli Zhu the engineer and the rest of the engineering staff had just completed the timely repair on Aegis. Confidently adding "All stations are working at peak efficency all repairs teams are on maintaince duties" at the end of his report to the CT and Chief Demore. Now he was enjoying himself, to an extent, to catch up on eating and sipping tea while reading family history and updates from earth and various vessels that his academy friends had been stationed. Thats what he loved about being on station, abeit he had a few who he considered friends however he never really knew them, it was stationary the others, friends, relatives, and brothers could contact him and he wouldn't be any where other in this particular system. Otherwise on a starship it would be cruising around the galaxy and sometimes definitely out of range for relatives to contact him. He adjusted his seating and sipped his green tea, the surroundings were peaceful, everyone conversed among themselves, the usual brushes and unexpected trips and apologies that came with it. Eli slumped in to his chair and relaxed, the stress fled from him as if he was contagious of some disease but the only one he had now was relaxiation. He had free time right now, the station patching up nicely and everything surveyed, the York Town will cruise back with the Cardassian Freighter soon, he had the time to relax. The waiter's arrival broke his thoughts as he brought a plate of food to his table, Eli nodded and tipped the waiter with whatever he had left in his pockets and dug into his refreshment. He found the taste of the veggitables a little blend, he looked to the table beside him. "Could you please the salt?" The officer nodded and handed Eli the salt shaker, he nodded back himself and continued his eating. Time passed slowly as he ate.

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Ens Eli Zhu Assistant Engineer Log Entry Eli crawled through the jeffery tubes with a delighted smile on his face, he hasn't slept in nearly a day or eaten anything but he was delighted that the station was back to its old self the lovable "home" it has become. He took out a tool and pried open a small panel on the side of the tube revealing several circuit boards, wiring and a main conduit which seemed to be burnt. No doubt the dark hours where the engineering staff ajoined with science and security staff had switched program here reroute power there, plug and switch, cut and paste, the damage was obvious. He unplugged the conduit from its nesting place and a small computerized beep was heard, he was glad to hear the beep, it meant that this section of station was still monitored by the main computer network and sensor grid. During the dark hours the sensors, internal and external had both gone down, at that time Eli felt insane and blind. Without the sensors Aegis was blind and it drove Eli mad when something doesn't work and cannot be fixed using the conventional ways. He listened as he plugged back the new fresh conduit into the socket and waited, a split second later that beep came again, the red light on its socket turned green, the conduit was operational. He replaced the panel back and moved on to the next point. He listened again and tried to move as silently as he could, trying to draw that voice from his mind out. But the voice never spoke, it had abandoned him or it was ignoring him. He felt his expression turn into a frown, he concentrated hard but the voice never came it was awkwardly silent in the tube. He crawled to a junction and opened the hatch and stepped out and started his climb to level 5 by the latter. For once he felt safe within these lonely tubes again not fearful of what the surroundings could contain a few hours before, were they actual ghosts or life forms? Eli shrugged again to himself, he wasn't a scientist but he knew what he heard in main engineeing, there was whispering, what if those were some sort of life forms with out a physical body it would have been interesting if he had met one. Eli suddently found inspiration from this experience, he had learned so much. Life forms, the will to stay cool in the dark hour and a brush with near total failure of station systems. Yet the station survived with little losses. He opened the hatch to level five and crawled in, the hatch closed behind him. He crawled towards another panel and began his work upon it. Like a doctor removing and exchanging a patient's heart he opened the panel and took the conduit out. Was it over? He thought but shook his head. Its never over its always a endless saga of replacing conduits, repairing subroutines and replacing console, its endless until the station was no more and that is not going to happen any sooner. If they've survived a fight with these beings then they could as well survive a fight with any other enemy. He placed a Fresh conduit into the socket and waited for computer confirmation, a beep. He replaced the panel again and crawled to another spot. He was still fighting, picking up the pieces, gathering the engineering army and replacing damaged equipments. He knew eventurally these conduits will once again be blown, the circuit boards will melt and the energies drained from all systems. But he kept replacing them, to continue to supply power to needed areas of the station, to continue the fight against time and other elements that threaten to destroy this newfound home. Its never over, this is a opening for replacement, the fight will continue.