AlexRamirez

Engineering Log- "Repairs: Heat of the Moment" Fighter Bay Engineering Team: Ensign Alexander Ramirez Assistant Engineer 2nd Class Robert Kelly Assistant Engineer 1st Class Larry Moyer Assistant Engineer 1st Class John Wyatt Ensign Ramirez tenatively opened the fighter bay doors, and was immediately buffeted by fires throughout the compartment; his arms immediately reacting and shielding his face as he backed out into the hallway. He cleared the door's sensor area and they promptly shut; the fires dying out as they lost their source of fuel in the air. "Kelly, Moyer, Wyatt- the fire supression systems in the fighter bay have been damaged. We need to get some fire supression equipment from the lockers down the hall- we have to get in there to stabilize the fighters so they don't take the ship with us. Kelly, Wyatt, you're on fire supression duty. Moyer, you're on the Griffin, I'll work on Wyvern- let's get these fighters battened down!" The engineers broke and headed to the fire supression team lockers and suited up; Kelly and Wyatt manned the fire supression equipment, Moyer and Ramirez grabbing tools for fighter overhaul and stabilization. Kelly and Wyatt were the first ones to the door, and when they approached the door, the fires raged once again, the flames licking through the door into the corridor. They fought the flames back into the bay, streams of foam and CO2 coating the superheated fuel and debris scattered throughout the bay. Moyer and Ramirez followed up behind, their flash suits ready in case a flashover occured while they were inside the bay. Over the dedicated comms inside the flash suits, Ramirez gave orders to Moyer to start with shutting down the power drives in the Griffin, and to stabilize the containment for the small amount of engine plasma in the engine. Ramirez dodged a sparking power manifold which was laying on the ground between the two fighters, skirting some flaming debris on the side of the Wyvern's hull. Getting to the rear of the fighter, he attempted to get the door to automatically open, but the fighter took damage when it made the emergency docking procedure, sealing the door closed. Manually overriding the door, he worked the release mechanism until the door was open far enough to get inside. The fires started to come under control due to Ensign Kelly and Wyatt's fire supression, and the bay was covered in a thick chemical foam, snuffing out what noticeable fire was left burning. Moyer moved into the Griffin's engine compartment, the door not being stuck due to the minor damage the fighter sustained as opposed to the Wyvern's decent damage it's superstructure sustained. He ran the auto-shutdown sequence for the fighter's engines and locked down the power manifolds, the plasma becoming inert and safely stowed in it's containment fields. Reporting a job complete to Ensign Ramirez, he started working on the minor damage the fighter sustained internally, knowing the fighters would need a decent overhaul at the next starbase. Ramirez made it into the Wyvern and moved quickly amongst the scattered parts on the floor to the engine compartment, and found a couple of the panels blown out. Finding an accessable panel was nearly impossible until he was able to gain access to a repair console inside one of the bulkheads. Rerouting the main power relay configurations and engine statuses to the console, he was able to turn off the engines and power relays, but not without consequence. Forgetting to bleed the remaining power on the system resulted in the panel he was working on to erupt in a shower of sparks and flying metal, pelting his face-shield and flash-suit covered arms with hot molten computer panel. If it wasn't for the suit, the damage to him could have been mortal, but the suit did it's job, catching the molten metal and plastic and melting it instead of his skin encapsulated inside. He yelped and jumped back in suprise, and sweared when he remembered he didn't bleed the power out of the system. Jumping to the other panel across the compartment in the other bulkhead, he finished shutting the power down after the excess was bled out explosively behind him. The sparks from the fried panel stopped sparking, and he got the plasma contained as he heard the all clear from Moyer. He headed out of the fighter and met up with his team, who looked at him with a sense of incredulity and concern when they saw he was covered in now-solidifying metal and plastic. "You ok there Ramirez? Looks like a panel exploded on you or something," Moyer mused. "Something like that, Moyer. You guys are on overhaul, now that everything's under control, and Moyer- you're in charge. Report to me when the repairs are completed. I'm needed for repairs somewhere else on the ship." Ensign Ramirez removed his flash suit, setting it just inside the fighter bay doors, and straightened his uniform, it a bit singed from the heat he was exposed to. He headed to the turbolift down to main engineering to get his next repair job. --End Log-

Assistant Engineering Officer Alexander James Ramirez [Navigation and Control System Specialist] Name: Alexander James Ramirez Race: Terran/Romulan Marital Status: Single Age: 24 (Earth Years) Height: 168 cm (5'6") Weight: 76.2 kg (168 lbs) Hair: Black Eyes: Blue Place of Birth: Buffalo, New York, Earth, Sector 001-Federation Space (Sol System) Parents: John Lucas Ramirez, Commander Executive Officer- Miranda Class USS Nautilus NCC-31910 Arrenhe i-Ra'tleihfi T'Kota, Sub-Commander Science Officer- D'deridex Warbird IRW Haakona Siblings: Cassandra Consuela Ramirez, 29 Assistant Researcher, Jericho Research Facility Jericho, Nevada Sol System SERVICE INFORMATION Rank: Ensign Ship Assignment: USS Manticore, NCC-5852 Post Assignment: Engineer/Navigation and Control System Specialist ---BIOGRAPHY--- Born to Arrenhe i-Ra'tleihfi T'Kota and John Lucas Ramirez, Alexander James was destined to stand out in a crowd. His mother, Science Officer T'Kota of the IRW Haakona, was secretly part of a clandestine group of Romulans looking to rejoin with the Vulcans. She embraced both the emotions of her people and the logical-mindedness of the Vulcans, and found an equilibrium in their teachings. Spending time with his mother cultivated his emotional stability and vigor. His father, on the other hand, gave a gentle and guiding hand to his son. As he grew up, there would be days where he would be picked on unyieldingly, but every time he would go home, his father would pick him up and help him through it, explaining the issues society has with Romulans, or in this case, being part Romulan. While spending time with his dad, eventually he was offered a chance of a lifetime, the ability to apply for Starfleet Academy, though the odds were stacked against him due to his split heritage. Showing an incredible aptitude to Engineering in his younger years, and with much political maneuvering by his father and some of his contacts, he was allowed permission to join the Academy, albeit with some trepidation on the school's behalf. Thrilled he made it in, though, he set to make a name for himself. His days at the academy were not without issues during his stay . He would be beaten up in the corridors and people would turn a blind eye on their behalf, and multiple times he would be found to be at fault for other's mistakes. Specifically the worst day he can recount during the academy was when three cadets, James Kelly, Nate Raul, and Paul Wait, cornered him in the engineering lab. They caught up to him one evening when Alexander was working late in the lab, working on a project for his class for the following evening. Noticing his mind elsewhere and his back turned, they kicked his knees out from under him, and stuffed him into a bag. They brought him outside, not being noticed because the campus lights were dimmed due to it being the night-cycle on campus. Carrying him into a groundskeeping shed, they beat him senseless and left him there, assuming he never saw their faces. James said to him, "Well Rommy, you may be smart, but you're still just as weak as any other green-blooded bastard. You should resign and go home to your daddy, you don't belong here." They laughed and left the shed, leaving him there in a puddle of his own copper blood, fading into unconsciousness. He was later found that next morning by Boothby, considering it was his shed they dragged him into. After some medical attention given by the academy medical facilities, he went back to class, and heard that same voice which chided him the night before, and saw a group of guys talking in the engineering lab. Recognizing that it was that same voice from last night, he was able to report the incident and James was suspended for his participation in the attack, and both Nate and Paul were given up in exchange for a lesser sentence. Alex still has a couple scars from his ordeal, but for the most part they were all healed over by the next day. His grades didn't suffer, as he graduated near the top of his class. He would have probably made valedictorian of his class if it wasn't for a fellow fourth-year sabotaging his work on a project that he had made his final project for quantum engineering. He was able to salvage his project and pass decently after some improvisational work, but it wasn't close to being what he could have done. ---STARFLEET SERVICE RECORD--- 50203.01 - Promoted to Ensign 50210.20 - Transferred to USS Manticore General Crew 50210.24 - Assigned to the USS Manticore's Engineering Staff as Assistant Engineering Officer [Nav/Ctrl Systems]

Alexander listened passively to the communique that the Admiral broadcast over the ship while he was meditating off-duty, something his mother taught him years ago during times of crisis. <<Meditation>> His mother visited often while he was a child, though the idea of a Romulan parent in the Federation was somewhat few and far between amongst families split down the faction line... a father in Starfleet and a mother in the Romulan Navy seemed an unlikely match. Though the animosity of the Romulans to the Federation and vice versa would surface often, his parents struggled to make a home and family for him as best they could. He would lay awake at nights on Romulus wondering when he'd get to see his father again, and on Earth wondering when he'd see his mother again. It was difficult for a kid to deal with having two separate worlds to attempt to mesh them together in order to find himself, where he saw himself fitting in. Taking some teachings of Romulan and Vulcan physiology and social behavior, as well as Federation standards and ideals, he found they conflicted less and less the older he grew. This conflict that's arisen between the Federation and the Arcturans seems to be akin to what used to be what existed between the Federation and the Klingons or Romulans... a mutual distrust and inability to see eye-to-eye with each other. After what's transpired previously, where someone such as himself would have never been admitted to the Academy due to his ethnicity, and now he was admitted with open arms, the conflict seems more and more like a repeat of history than a new conflict. Eventually this will end with either a decisive victor, or again a war of attrition will wage on for years until supply lines will run short and both will decide peace is a better alternative. It's a human lesson in history everyone should learn, "Those who fail to learn history are doomed to repeat it." This ancient adage from before the first starship was built, and the ideas of people on other planets being a mere fantasy, still applies even now in the days of high technology and interstellar diplomacy. <<End>> He rose from the cushion on the floor slowly, the lights still dim in his quarters. Candlelight flickered on the small end table in front of him, which he put out after a moment. He breathed deeply a couple times, remembering the way to end his meditation. Feeling refreshed and ready to take his station down in engineering, he strode over to his computer to document his thoughts before he would be expected. One thing he knew that his father, the first officer of the USS Nautilus, taught him, was that making log entries of his feelings and the like is a very good way to keep track of his feelings and his sense of duty, making sure he kept himself on track. Adjusting his uniform imperceptibly, he tapped the computer to rouse it from power saving mode. "Computer. Begin log entry." Computer> "Ready." -=Log Entry=- Alexander James Ramirez, Ensign Engineering, Navigation and Control Systems Specialist Stardate 51006.28 The Admiral just relayed some news about the Arcturan conflict that we are involved with. The slaughter of innocent scientists, though understanding basic tactics that a science outpost could be working on research into weapons and defensive technology, is still an atrocity that cannot be forgiven lightly. Without time to think deeper about the ramifications behind what has transpired, I understand the basics of what must be done, and I trust that our efforts in the field will not be for naught. I will be assuming my duty station shortly now that we are at battle stations, and the goal is clear. My duty will be fulfilled to the best of my ability and I will not falter in the responsibilities given to me here. This shall be my first test of many on this ship, the Manticore. I will do my parents and myself proud, and to battle it is then... This shall be a day to remember. Computer. Title Personal Log, "A Day To Remember", End and Save. -=End of Log Entry=- Computer> "File Saved." Quickly checking himself to make sure he was ready for duty, he grabbed his utility belt with his tools for repairing and adjusting the navigational arrays and control systems, and left his quarters. He observed the battle-stations lights flashing with an imperceptive smile. "This shall be a day to remember, indeed." He mused under his breath while making his way to the main turbolift to Engineering, double-timing himself to make up for his thoroughness in preparing himself for the task at hand.

I've graduated as of 11PM EST, June 16th, 2010. Yay! Note: I, Ensign Alexander James Ramirez, do not condone killing AENGs when attempting to disrupt a malfunctioning ECH on a Nebula Class Starship. Action commands seem to make them indestructable, and have a temprament as well, sorry Baron. ::notes the late AENG's charred corpse in the main computer core::

-Rosetto- Thank you for the kind words of encouragement, they are appreciated. I've done this like... *thinks back* 4 years ago, back before I went to college, but then life kicked in. I'm back for the long haul now, now that everything's settled down. I've read some of the past academy sim logs, and I can tell if tonight's is going to be anything like those, this will be all kinds of fun! -STSF_Kent- Thank you, sir, it's a pleasure to join your academy and I can't wait for 2100 hours to roll around this evening. -Will Marx- I thank you for the heads up, if I see STSF_N'Dak, I'll be sure to slowly back away as to not provoke him into charging. *grins* I've thoroughly combed both the "How to Sim" and "Tips from the Moose" areas and with my previous simming experience, I think I'll be a great addition to how the plot unfolds. -Everyone Else- Thank you again, and happy simming!

Greetings and salutations. I'm a new member, probably the newest you have so far, and I'll hopefully be attending today's Academy session this evening, if all goes according to plans. I wish you all good fortune and again I must say thank you for having me, and it will surely be a fun time to be had. Alex Ramirez