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September 7th, 2009
headinoortcloud
 | 02:40 pm - Is there a word for fear of engineers?
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"I don't screw up in my job," Min defended. "I have 'issues' with authority and doing things by the book."
Effie flinched, but only a little. "Well, that's a lot safer, surviving-wise."
But now for the important part. "So do you think you can fix it?" There's life and death, and then there's her maps.
Everyone had to have priorities. "I can fix it," Min said as she scanned the one conduit. "Won't take long."
"So what do you think of our captain?"
A relieved sigh. "Thanks, Ma'am. I'm really glad to hear that."
"The captain seems very nice." And a salvation from angry injured Tellarites.
"Please, call me Min. I hate being called ma'am."
Min reached in and started to reroute the datapath.
She nodded. "She does. I met her when she was posing as an ensign down in Engineering. Seems to know what she's doing."
"All right. Thank you, Min."
"Me too. She really does. That's good." A pause, another absent thought. "I hope we get to excavate some soil samples somewhere soon."
"Let me take a guess...you're the type that likes away missions?" Min asked.
Hrm. That wasn't going to work. Time to try something else.
Effie blinks at the question and looks thoughtful. "Not away missions per se. It depends on the chances for readings and samples."
"I can understand that. Sort of. I prefer not to leave the ship. Too much to get done here. Why waste time on planets?"
There. That should do it.
"Give it a try."
"That's understandable, too..."
Effie touches the right parts of the display, and -- it works! All the right numbers to make all the right pictures. "Oh! Yes! Better now!"
And she politely says thank you, but she's already busy bringing up the woefully incomplete map and altering it with the new data.
"Welcome. Call me if you need anything else." |
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