"It Was Only A Paper Station"

[Eli Zhu 0]

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.

 

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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.

 

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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.

 

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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.