"Fault"

[Garnoopy 0]

FARRON & GARNOOPY

Chief Science Officer & Chief Engineering Officer

USS Manticore, NCC-5852

Stardate 50511.06

“Fault”

 

 

Farron was laying in sickbay, knowing Garnoopy was on the biobed next to her, making plenty of noise but not talking.

 

Garnoopy pulled himself up, looking over at Farron, then he looked around to see if he could find a nurse so he could leave.

 

Farron tried to get up, but can't, and she looked at Garnoopy, “Don't you even start looking at me with that look.”

 

Garnoopy slit his eyes at Farron, “I don't need to give you a look, you've already caused enough problems that you're going to have enough people looking at you to make you uncomfortable for weeks to come.”

 

She raised her voice, “Oh, so this is all my fault?”

 

“Whose fault did you think it would be? Miss Science apparently doesn't know her stuff. At least my engines haven't blown up.”

 

“Oh, so it couldn't just be the fact that we're stuck in this odd area of space, stretching? Last I heard, we're sitting here because your engines don't work! At least that would kill us faster” she spat out.

 

“We wouldn't be stuck in this area of space if you had been paying half a lick of attention to your sensors. Instead you were probably playing solitaire on that computer console you claim is a science station” Garnoopy angrily declared.

“If your engineering department wouldn't keep sending surges all the way up the ship and blowing out my sensors, then maybe they would work better, and more often! If you're calling me a bad science officer, then you're an even worse engineer; at least part of my major systems work. Your engines have us stuck here. My sensors are keeping us from going into places we don't need to go.”

 

Garnoopy glared at her, “Oh, keeping us from going the places we don't need to go?! What do you call what just happened?! We flew into a nebula and half of us nearly died! Commander Farrington disappeared and turned into a ghost! And meanwhile, you have the audacity to sit here and tell me that my engines are responsible for leading us here?”

 

Farron responded quickly, “No, no, your engines are responsible for getting us out! My sensors didn't get us trapped - moving this ship in to investigate an anomaly did. And, here we are, in the same predicament as ships before us, working on exploding because we just can't hold together. Isn't the ship's ‘holding togetherness’ your responsibility?”

 

“So far, the ship is together! Now, if you could just manage to find a way out my engines, which, by the way, Chief” Garnoopy spat out the title, “are working fine. We have thrusters and impulse. What more do you need, me to find the way out and hand it to you on a silver platter? Isn't it your job to find our way out?”

 

“The ship isn't holding together much longer, and the entire crew knows it; we can't get near windows! We have two warp cores on this ship, and you can't even get one of them to work. Unbelievable” Farron said as she threw up her hands.

 

“If you could manage to get us the data we need in order to protect the warp core, they would work fine. But instead of getting us that data, you are messing around which has caused my staff to start having to do your job!” Garn spat out.

 

Farron glared at him, “And if you could get the data on how to get my sensors back up and running, since you stated last time they broke that they were in fact your responsibility, maybe I could figure out how to get us out of here. But, really, what would that do if we can't move!”

 

“Perhaps we could get your sensors online if you bothered to analyze the data you already have. Tell me, why haven't you looked into that data?” Garn said with great sarcasm.

 

“Because, Mr. Garnoopy, my sensors are only able to tell me that our cohesion is failing, and the ship is coming apart at the seams. I've analyzed it all I can” She said.

Garn rolled his eyes, “Did they teach you in the academy to speculate why and perhaps, oh, I don't know, what's the word? Theorize as to how to stop the degradation? Or are you just here to repeat the computer. Because I like the computers voice more.”

 

She sniped back at him, “Let's see, we could always try putting up shields. Oh, wait, we can't do that... you've put the ship at the lowest power settings. Or... no, we couldn't try that either. Or we could try to leave, but wait - again, we're stuck.”

 

“Let’s see, since shields didn't help the other ships, I doubt they'll do much for us. I guess your equivalent must have been on the other ships as well. I guess that means we're also doomed.”

 

“It is also nice to see that those ships stayed for destruction, too. I suppose they have just as incompetent of an engineering chief as we have, to have been stuck here.”

 

I don't need to take this from you, “Garn said as he looked around,” I'm going back to work.

 

“And I don't from you, either” Farron said as she hypoed herself with a sleeping medication to drown out that hideous voice.

 

Garn stood and walked away from Farron.