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.

interesting stuff