Cannibalize

[Gallus 0]

Red. Green. Blue.

 

Wires criscross the console's innards, connecting every port, every housing, every component, a vertible bevy of colors, so vital to the funtion of this interface, yet so fragile, no more than thin lines from one corner of the mechanism to another.

 

I'm sure the primitives that constructed it were similarly fascinated by what to them must be a nearly indecipherable array of parts and connections.

 

Red. Green. Blue.

 

This is an impossible assignment, simply infuriating, saboteurs, a nearly comatose first officer, and of course, the icing on the cake, a Vulcan. Not just any Vulcan, an insufferable, condecending, downright evil throwback to an earlier time. I might still have some preconceptions, I am still an andorian, flawed as we may be, we can still resist the insensitive... downright racist tendancies that we experience, but if this incident is any indication of the Vulcan's disposition towards me, the andorian people may not be the only ones who need to get over their prejudice.

 

I'm the most grounded Andorian there is! How could she lecture me?!

 

Which wire to cut?

 

That idiot housecat completely destroyed the supplies for the interface repair, so of course, like any primordial space explorers, they have no replication technology to replentish their supplies. I am forced to cannibalize this console, and its not even an emergency, its a wonder that the Earth fleet could have survived the Xindi attack without having to cobble together their ships to make a smashed hulk of a vessel when regular maintinence proved too much for the aging neptune class starships scattered throughout the systems surrounding Earth.

 

I'm sure their materials shortage isnt that extreme near their homeworld.

 

Red or Blue?

 

A critical component, a slip could destory it, forcing him to move on to the next console, and hope that nothing goes wrong there either, or the ship would soon be without the auxiliary functions that the crew has come to enjoy... instead of just losing the backup sonic shower near the mess hall, they might have to adapt to the lack of food, toilets, and of course sonic showers, but at least warp drive would be one hundred percent.

 

Maybe it isnt an engineering question. maybe the vulcans are not alone, Humans have had a violent history...

 

The pliers snip through it effortlessly. Nothing explodes, the component comes loose.

 

How predictable. Blue.

 

My handler will enjoy hearing my tale, that is if the computer aboard this starship can parse the datachip containing the fractal encryption algorithms that the finest cryptologic minds in his organization designed for his use, and of course that he could get a moment free of the distraction that these people present.

 

I hope the Vulcan gets over her prejudice... pre-conceptions are sometimes... illogical.