Sheng-ji

OCC: Thanks to Doc Smith for 'lending' himself to me :mellow: PERSONAL LOG Ensign Sheng-ji- Marish AENG | USS Reaent Stardate 0407.01 >Begin Log< Sheng-ji was crouched in the corner in the back of sickbay. The hair on his neck was still ruffled slightly. There would just have to be Cait in sickbay wouldn’t their, the only thing worse than a Gorn was a Cait. He’d probably get fleas from her. He tried to push the thoughts of fleas and that Caitian behind him out of his mind. He concentrated on the task at hand. Fixing the containment module and getting out of their as quick as possible. He had ran through everything, twice. It wasn’t the field emitters, it wasn’t the power flow, he had realigned the coils twice. What in the ones’ name could it be. Sheng-ji stopped to scratch behind his ears. The problem was most perplexing, how to fix something that wasn’t broke. Sheng-ji sighed to himself—this was not his idea of fun. He looked down at his tool kit. Nothing there was going to fix the problem—because as far as he could tell there was nothing wrong. For a few seconds, Sheng-ji just sat their crouched listening. His ears were filled with the sounds of Sickbay. He could hear Dr. Smith breathing; he could even hear that Cait purr ever so slightly as she went about her duties. Then something caught his attention. His hears perked up on the top of his head, the sound of the containment field. It wasn’t correct, something wasn’t right because the normally harmonious sound of pure energy wasn’t humming right. Something was wrong/ Sheng-ji turned his eyes back to open panel. There had been one part that he hadn’t looked over, mainly because he had never known that part to ever malfunction. He reached far into the back of the open panel. He ran his fingers over the small box, as he thought one of the ODN lines was severed. The small little box was a booster box that relayed commands from the Main Computer Core, specifically information on proper field alignment. There were two ODN lines leading into it, one that controlled flow of information from the on/off button. The other from the Main Computer, and it was the one severed. Sheng-ji turned back to his tool kit and took out a roll of ODN line. He reached back into the panel and disconnected the broken end from the relay box. He then disconnected the other end from the conduit it ran into. He connected the new set of line from the conduit to the box. He flipped the reset button on the receptacle for the Main Computer line on the Relay Box. Then he listened to the field again, ahhh the sweet sound of success. He looked back to Dr. Smith. “Problem solved Doc.” “Oh?” Smith said. “What was it?” Sheng-ji held out the two broken ends of ODN line. “This ran to your Main Computer Relay box.” “Oh? Does that happen a lot?” “Actually that’s the first time I have ever seen something like that. But I will have to take the sample here down to ME to analyze why it snapped.” Smith nodded. “So the field is working correct.” “Yes.” The happy Doctor walked over with a hypospray. “Well then, if the field is up then were good to go, let me inoculate you to be on the safe side.” Smith pressed the hypo into Sheng-ji’s neck. “Thanks again Mr. Marish. Let me know what you find.” “Of course.” Sheng-ji managed a smile and got out of sickbay as quick as he could. He hadn’t been in Sickbay that long, 30 minutes at most. But it had seemed a lot longer than that. As he stepped out onto Deck 19, the ship begin to shake violently and it lurched underneath him and he found himself smacked against the wall in front of him. He let out a small yelp. “Owhhhh” Before he could figure out what was going on, the ship shook violently again, this time he maintained his balance, but just barely. He could hear EPS Conduits rupturing further down the corridor. “That sounded like torpedo explosions…” he growled loudly. As the torrid few seconds came to an end, Sheng-ji got the feeling he had better get to Engineering as he could feel the ship lurch to warp. He made his way to a TL. “Main Engineering.” >End Log<

Thats the funny thing about averages ain't it?

PERSONAL LOG Ensign Sheng-ji Marish AENG USS Reaent Stardate 0406.10 >Begin Log< Sheng-ji ran his claws through his hair, stopping to scratch behind his ears. He walked to the replicator. “Coffee, black. Hot.” Main Engineering was quite on his first day on Alpha shift, and for that he was happy. He had been on Beta shift for a few weeks and now he was proudly on Alpha shift—or should he say Deserted shift? The replicator shimmered and a silver metallic cup materialized with steaming hot liquid in it. He took it in his hands and walked back to the main consol. As far as he could tell he was in command at the moment—a scary but rewarding thought none the less. He took a sip of his coffee. It wasn’t that he liked the taste of the human drink—it was the smell he liked. The warm nutty aroma of the coffee beans filled his senses. A cup of coffee was something he had enjoyed every morning sense discovering the drink at the Academy. It was lonely in engineering, only a few crewman were present, and they had kept their distance. The hum of the warp core was keeping him company though. Many times during Beta shift he had sat quietly working, just listening to the awesome power harnessed within the warp core. He sat the cup down and picked up a PADD and started looking over today’s maintenance reports and schedules. A fairly routine day. One of the back up ODN conduits needed replaced on Deck 8. He figured he could do that. He sat the PADD down and started to grab an engineering kit, when Security and Medical Alarms began sounding. So much for a quite day. He figured he’d better stay in Engineering—after all he was in charge—for now. >End Log<

Can I please have... "Did you just call me dog-boy?"

Vulcans have charm....thats gotta be some sort of Oxymoron...