In the Red

 Episode Name:  In the Red

   Written By:  Daedalus

         Cast:  Arzt, Daedalus, Grey, Kirkpatrick, McTiernan and Milosevic.

  Produced By:  Starfleet

  Directed By:  Daedalus

     Aired On:  Tue Jun 28 00:19:16 2005

     Stardate:  55074.7

Time: Sun Jun 26 10:09:23 2005

Stardate: 55070.9

It is a reasonably quiet down-time alpha shift in the main shuttle bay of Station 419-Upsilon. A half-handful 'skeleton' crew of crewmen and NCOs in the mustard yellow of the operational sections -- Operations, Engineering, Security -- mill about, working on shuttles, eyeing diagnostic and status readouts, processing small amounts of cargo through 'customs'. The lone holdout in the sea of mustard-colored tunic stripes is Ensign Arzt, of Sciences, off to one side of USS Amazon. She is fiddling with some kind of cabling. It has been a long few weeks in which her office has been not the Level 5 Science Labs and administrative desks, but the Little-Runabout-that-Could, with its custom-built backup data module. As a courtesy, while Engineering is so short-handed, she has been spending these quiet, lazy hours serving as 'officer of the watch' down in the bay. Regulations do require one even though the flight deck crew knows their jobs. So, maybe once a day, when she does this, there's something officerial to do over the men -- settle a minor dispute, prioritize a few tasks when two NCOs can't agree, that sort of thing. Otherwise, she is left alone, as she often seems to prefer it, to do the job. But now, outside USS Amazon, detaching the last data tap cables, her project coming to an end, she is 'hailed' by a loud voice: "Ensign Arzt!"

Arzt turns and looks over at voice hailing her, "Yes sir?" She turns with a puzzled expression on her face. It's clear that the ensign was deep in thought when the person 'hailed' her. "What can I do for you?"

After a moment, it's clear her 'yes, sir', was a mistaken reflex. The person shouting her name is a fresh-faced crewman, perhaps not a day over 19 himself. "Sir, sensors show that USS Cape Fear has just passed the red line, and is real-time communications distance from the station. Ensign Milosevic has posted a standing order to be notified by the officer of the watch when that happens. So ... well, sir...." An apologetic look, as if he knows he's intruding. "That's you."

Arzt gives a nod to the crewman, indicating that she's not angry at the interruption. She presses her combadge and hails Milo, knowing that he'll want to take this even if he's asleep, "Ensign Arzt to Ensign Milosevic."

Milosevic answers with a slightly sharp voice, his attention obviously elsewhere on some project or another, "Milo here. WHat can I do for you, Ensign? Databank problems again?"

"Not at all Ensign Milosevic," Jenell purposely delays, enjoying the anticipated reaction, "Actually, things with the Amazon are going quite well." She gives a pause, "I'm just fulfilling your standing orders to be notified when Lieutenant McTiernan is in the red."

"Thank you, Ensign. I'll head down that way once I wrap up this power conduit diagnostic. It'll still be a little while before Cape Fear gets to us." Milo answers in crisp and professional tones, giving no indication of his own personal interest.

Arzt smiles as she says in the com, "I'll see you in a little bit Ensign." And then taps off the com. She turns back to the Amazon and starts working on it, continuing her duties. Although, now Jenell seems to be in a lighter mood and for those that know her, would understand that she missed her friend and is glad she's coming home.

Cut to the interior of USS Cape Fear, the Runabout in question.

It's been a really long trip in what amounts to a small cockpit area and Piper is more then ready to get home. For now all is green across he board. The shuttles computer chirrups to notify her that she's crossed into the red zone and she can't help but smile even though she's still 16-18 hours out, she's crossed the state line as it were. McTiernan casts a glance over her shoulder to grin at her companion then she laughs. "Soon, Daisy. Soon."

GAME: McTiernan contests her Shipboard Systems vs Moderate and Marginally Fails.

It is in this state of minor distraction, the glance and laugh at 'Daisy', that McTiernan almost misses the automated alert light blinking as a footnote on her console. Even in the red zone, so close to the station that Thomas Paine could sweep it in 3 to 4 hours, and a Runabout in less than a day, there can be navigational hazards. By the time McTiernan realizes this one is there, the computer has escalated from silent console blinking to verbal alert. The cool, feminine computer voice speaks: "Warning, proximity navigational hazard detected along programmed flight path."

McTiernan's attention comes sharply back to her console as the alert sounds. She frowns as she taps her terminal. Sensors first. Lets see what

McTiernan's attention comes sharply back to her console as the alert sounds. She frowns as she taps her terminal. Sensors first. Lets see what's out there. Daisy is forgotten as she works the problem.

GAME: McTiernan spends a courage point.

GAME: McTiernan contests her Shipboard Systems+A vs Moderate and Succeeds.

In the meanwhile, the computer begins again: "Warning, proximity navig---" but then cuts off, as McTiernan's console work makes it clear, thankyouverymuch, that she's aware of the situation, yes. The sensors seem to show a weirdly active cloud of something that isn't quite energy, but isn't quite matter as we know it, either, and it's sitting with its expanding 'mass' just off the flight path of the little Runabout, extending its edge onto that flight path, or at least close enough to make the computer nervous.

"So much for a boring return flight" McT comments as she taps her console, guiding the little runabout to a full stop outside the range of the energy field.

GAME: McTiernan contests her Shipboard Systems/Flight Control vs Routine and Fails.

Unfortunately for McTiernan, while it normally *is* just that easy to make a Runabout go from Warp 6 to Impulse to Dead Stop in a reasonably short period of time, something happens as she crosses the Superluminal-to-Subluminal threshold. As soon as she re-enters normal, Newtonian space from the higher layers of warp-space, things look *very* different, the cloud is *much* larger ... and she has to swerve to avoid its nearest edge, clipping and tossing the little ship before she can stabilize it. Dutifully, as befits a small craft with only one crewman where the computer takes over a lot of the load, the automated voice clips in: "Warning, warning, collision has taken place, internal dampeners active. Recommend alert status. Damage control diagnostics engaged."

Cut back to the interior of the shuttle bay, Station 419-Upsilon.

Ensign Milosevic walks into the shuttle bay from the lift area. "Well, well, let's see just how well that shuttle held up, shall we? Look alive, guys, just keep the chatter down." Milo walks over toward the main flight control console and taps the console, bringing up the long range sensor window. "Computer, subspace transmission to Cape Fear. 'Lieutenant McTiernan, welcome back to the fringes of home. I hope you and the shuttle are both in one piece?'"

Arzt is quietly working on the Amazon, glances up when she hears Milo's voice. She gives him a little wave while he hails Piper. Then she turns back to the Amazon, doing her best not to listen in on their conversation.

McTiernan has a Hans Solo moment as she appears on screen, the red alert flashing as a backdrop to the young LT JG. She looks ok if a little bright eyed and with a lovely matching shade of red across her cheeks. Weee! "Yes, thank you Mister Milosevic. Everything is fine here. We're fine. Everything is okay. Just a little creative flying." Ahem. Yea.

GAME: Milosevic contests his Shipboard Systems vs Moderate and Fails.

Milosevic taps at the console, brow wrinkling as the seconds pass before her message reaches his screen. "Lieutenant, the red blinking lights behind you might differ with your opinion of things." Milo lets out an exaggerated sigh, but quirks a grin as he looks down into her image. "Everything looks clear from here? Traffic lane is open and empty so far as my sensors show."

Though they are trying not to eavesdrop, either, the nearby crew, like Arzt, cannot help but hear things like 'red blinking lights'. Ears perk up. One NCO, senior enough to not care if he offends the younger commissioned officers, makes a general 'you need me?' gesture in Milosevic's direction, out of the range of McTiernan's field of vision on the communications channel.

GAME: McTiernan contests her Shipboard Systems vs Routine and Dramatically Fails.

"Lieutenant McTiernan, I see you've stopped and have shields up? Possibly you might want to reassess your sitrep?" Milo grins, but there is tenseness to him. His hands move over the console as he watches the little screen.

. o O McTiernan thinks, "VULCAN???? Spirits, are you serious? I"

Arzt glances up from the Amazon where she's working and raises a brow. She stands up, steps a little bit away from the Amazon and moves towards Milo to see if she can be any help.

McTiernan laughs softly and you can tell it's -- almost -- forced. "Well, it's a funny story you see. There is an.. energy cloud in my flight path. It may not show on your sensors but it's big as life on my own. Might want to call Science so they can tell me what scans I should run on this thing. But uhm, I didn't get out of the way fast enough so I've taken some damage. How much.. well, I can't really say, you see, as my entire read out is in Vulcan. I haven't had time to switch out the UT circuits." There is a pause as she frowns at her console. "/Everything/ is reading in Vulcan." A blink, "Have one of those handy, perhaps?"

"No Vulcans close by, but I have an Ensign Arzt. Let me bring her in on this and see if we can get some quick scans and then get you past this and back on your way home safely. Maybe we can work around the language barrier or bypass the UT circuit for now?" Milo grins at her on the screen, a hand motioning Arzt over to join him off-screen.

Grey has arrived.

GAME: Grey is joining this location.

Time: Mon Jun 27 20:42:59 2005

Stardate: 55074.4

Arzt overhears what Ensign Milosevic is saying, and stops what she's doing with the Amazon. She walks over to him, staying out of the screen. She lowers her voice and asks Milo, "I didn't catch everything going on. What happened?"

"Well, Jen..Ensign, Lieutenant McTiernan hit the red zone and apparently got whomped by some sort of bio-polar quantum phenomenon. I think. And yes, 'whomp' is a highly technical engineering term. I couldn't get anything at all on my sensor read. She's taken some damage to the runabout and apparently her entire display is in Vulcan now, due to a UT glitch. Can you run a few sensor scans and see if we can see what's out there?" Milosevic nods to the science officer and smiles like a kid whose baseball just went through Old Man Turner's second story window.

Arzt gets a concerned look on her face and nods, "I'll get on it right away." She turns and moves over to the consul, first running some diagnostic scans on the Runabout to determine what's going on with McTiernan's shuttle and then on the energy cloud that's causing the issue in the first place.

"You know.." Piper comments softly over the open comm, "This isn't the way I envisioned learning another language." That's McT for you.. always a bright side. "I'm reading an all stop and with everything reading funny, I'm going to need to change out this UT circuit."

GAME: Arzt contests her Shipboard Systems/Sensors vs Moderate and Succeeds.

GAME: McTiernan contests her Systems Engineering/Communications vs Routine and Succeeds.

Milosevic is silent for a moment before responding. "Good idea, Lieutenant. Your replicator online to manufacture a replacement? If not, I'm open to ideas, sir. I doubt very seriously that I can transport one to you, even if we did a beam hopper from the end of my range to the edge of yours."

McTiernan groans. "/Spirits!/ I'm -- such -- an idiot!" Piper cries out before she vanishes from the view screen. She can be heard muttering to herself. "Stupidstupidstupid.." All is silent a log moment before she calls from off camera. "I've got my PADD, you see.. and while it won't be a /perfect/ fit it does have the same translation chip in it which means it will translate the Vulcan to UFP Standard for me. A panel comes off and is followed by more grumbling as the pregnant woman works from the floor level.

Arzt looks at the readings on her consol and states, "There's definitely a big cloud of...plasma of some kind." She pauses and then mutters to herself, "But that can't be right." She runs her fingers through her blonde curls and double checks the readings, "The temperature and energy gradients are off. It's like it's *cold* plasma. Some kind of superfluid gas rather than plasma." She shakes her head at the puzzle and sighs, "I need to check something."

GAME: Arzt spends a courage point.

GAME: Arzt contests her Physical Sciences+A vs Moderate and Succeeds.

"Check away, ensign. Not my area, unless it's thermal dynamics, which I doubt. Hey, Lieutenant? Keep up with that PADD circuit and if you need help reparing it, let me know and I can walk you through it. Otherwise, I am going to let Ensign Arzt free reign of the console for now." Milo finally shuts up and steps back from the console, eyes casting around the shuttlebay and nodding to several non-coms.

Piper continues to work on that open panel even as she mumbles to herself. "Sure" she calls out in answer to what Milo and Jen and talking about.

Arzt wrinkles her nose and her brows furrow as she pulls up some information from the science database, "This cloud...well, it's made of some kind of lithium isotope. Lithium-6, but suspended in a superfluidic state." She shakes her head as the puzzle just becomes more intricate, "The problem is that this type of gas can only *be* superfluidic at absolute zero." She looks up at Milo and tries to explain to the non-science geek, "Space is cold, but it's never more than 2-3 Kelvins, which is 2-3 degrees *above* absolute zero...and near the Runabout, it should be slightly warmer." She pauses and bites her lip, wracking her brain on what could be creating this state, "Technically, it's impossible to suspend a gas into superfluidity without artificial maintenance, or near those phenomena which cause a temperature in the .1 Kelvin range."

"Lieutenant, this is Milo. Did you get that? I'd repeat it, but I only I never know Kelvin that well anyway and the only superfluids I know of come out of the Lelve 30 coffee replicator. Seems that you can't possibly be seeing what you are seeing, because..get this, Lieutenant, it can't exist. Yeah, heard that one myself once or twice in Starfleet. How is it going with the UT? And is your life support damaged in any way?"

GAME: McTiernan contests her Shipboard Systems vs Routine and Succeeds.

GAME: Milosevic contests his Space Sciences vs Moderate and Fails.

GAME: Milosevic contests his Physical Sciences vs Moderate and Fails.

GAME: Arzt contests her Physical Sciences+A vs Moderate and Marginally Fails.

McTiernan's warwhoop sounds from the deck of the Cape Fear. "Boys and Girls, I am no long lost in translation!" She secures the panel and slides back into her seat. She stares into the viewscreen a moment as she refreshes her read outs. "Oh.. well hello damage. Lets see.. port side damage consists of microfractures and the nacelle needs a warp coil reset. My EPS on the port side is experiencing a 14 percent differential that I can't explain.. So, it could be worse.. Now, what were you saying about that cloud and why it can't be there but is?"

Arzt sits there, stumped as she looks at the readout, "Ensign Milosevic, I know there's something I'm missing...it has to do with the Lithium-6...just a second." She accesses the science database, "I'm going to see what's here on Lithium-6, maybe that will spark something."

McTiernan blows out a breath. "First thing is first. I can limp home at warp five using the shields to reinforce the microfractures but I'll need to reroute power so I'm going to need your help to do that, Milo. This isn't my normal area of expertise."

Milosevic steps back into the sight of McTiernan's viewscreen and gives a slow nod. "Ay-firmative, Lieutenant. Just let me know when you're ready to get down and dirty. There's nothing to it."

GAME: Arzt contests her Computer/Research vs Moderate and Succeeds.

McTiernan looks about for a movement then asks, "Which panel, Milo?" This really isn't her area and while she's got an idea of what to do, she doesn't have the particulars.

Milosevic slides in front of the console, hip-checking Arzt aside. He claps his hands together and then rubs then briskly. "Alright, science, not my thing..but this. This we can do, Lieutenant. Look down to your right. Second panel off the floor to the right of your foot. Remove it and then you will see a sequence of isolinear chips and three small power conduits."

McTiernan nods just before she slips to the deck again. Second panel off the deck and to her right. Seconds pass and she calls out, "Got'em. Next?"

. o O Torin sighs inwardly, "I'll never understand people. But...at least some things never change. This place is interesting."

"Alright." Milo rolls his head on his neck, snaps and cracks coming in a random staccato. "Gently...and I mean /gently/ pull the top connection of the far left conduit out of coupling and while still holding it, using your other hand, pull the bottom of the middle conduit from its coupling. Plug each end into the place the other just was pulled from. Upper to lower. Lower to upper. Got it, sir?"

Arzt does some more checking but that puzzled look doesn't leave her face. She looks over at Milo and asks, "Hey...is there any significance about Lithium-6 being one of byproducts when dilithium goes bad and fractures past the regeneration point?" She shakes her head, "I know it's important but I can't think why."

GAME: Milosevic contests his Systems Engineering/Engineering vs Moderate and Succeeds.

"Now, Lieutenant, we need to bypass the de-matter deflection filament with one of those cyclic fluctuation coils. Once you have the shunt in place, the iso-dimensional tetryon coils should reset and..then we are good to go!" Milo goes into a bit more finer detail as he walks her through the process step by step.

GAME: McTiernan contests her Intellect/Perception vs Routine and Fails.

GAME: McTiernan contests her Systems Engineering vs Routine and Succeeds.

Kirkpatrick steps into the shuttle bay, the doors clanging shut behind him.

Kirkpatrick has arrived.

Kirkpatrick heads out of the shuttle bay, the doors sliding shut behind him with a clang.

Kirkpatrick has left.

Milosevic looks over at Arzt and adds as an aside. "I have no idea, Ensign. Admittedly, my off-class was subspace field dynamics. The instructor was cute...what can I say? May have to find someone more inclined to propulsion theory to tell you about dilithium byproducts."

There is a moment in which the power fluctuates the wrong way, like a light switch going dim, and then *bam*, the sounds of a power reroute hitting the right groove. The diagnostic beeps happily.

Filament? What filament? Piper groans a moment then blink. OH! -That- filament. Now why didn't he just say so? Another warwhoop sounds as the reroute kicks in. "I'm good!" She calls out.

Milosevic grins and slaps a hand on the side of the console. "Yes! I mean, great, sir! See if you can move away from the lithium field to a safe spot." He looks over at Arzt and smiles. "Well, that's the hard part out of the way. ANy ideas on what to do with this 'thing' out there?"

McTiernan closes up the panel she was working on and makes her way back to the console. She wears an almost cheerful grin as she taps her console. "Okay, now that we've got that out of the way, lets see if I can get anything more on our friend here.:"

Arzt thinks for a moment and states, "Not off hand, but let me ask someone who might know." She steps away from the console and uses her com to hail Mister Torin.

GAME: McTiernan contests her Shipboard Systems vs Routine and Succeeds.

Arzt taps her com badge. "Ensign Arzt to The Neutral Zone."

Over Arzt's com badge, someone says, "Lieutenant JG Turtledove here."

Into her com badge, Arzt says, "If you don't mind sir, would you please check to see if Mister Torin is there?"

Over Arzt's com badge, Torin sounds faintly embarassed, "Ah, yes, I'm here, Jenell. Hello."

Into her com badge, Arzt asks very politely, in a professional tone, "Mister Torin...I have something I would like to ask you. Would you mind moving to a com that's less public?"

Over Arzt's com badge, Torin coughs as he offers a light, "Ah... yes, of course. I can go somewhere. Uhmm where? We can meet in the gardens. Or I'll go look for a quiet room." He offers.

Into her com badge, Arzt pauses and then asks a little more quietly, "Would you mind hailing me from your room Mister Torin?"

Over Arzt's com badge, Torin says, "Certainly, I'll uhm, hail you soon then."

Arzt taps her com badge and terminates transmission.

Milosevic glances at Ensign Arzt with a raised eyebrow. "Do you think a drummed-out hacker will be much use here, Ensign Arzt? Didn't that Torin guy get kicked out of Starfleet?"

Arzt looks at Milosevic with an annoyed look and then states, "He may no longer be in Starfleet but he's served in both Science and Engineering departments and has some knowledge on warp core engines...he may be able to help Ensign Milosevic." She crosses her arms defensively, "If you have a better idea, let me know because Mister Torin calls back."

Milosevic shrugs a shoulder and sighs. "Well, if he's the best we've got for a quick question..I suppose its alright. He is not allowed full access to the consoles, though." Milo turns to face the computer. "Computer, configure for science lab. Lock out access to any other departments once Moroko Torin arrives and identifies himself."

By the time McT completes her scan, she's frowning. "Okay, people. Listen up.. I've got fresh scan results coming in. As for Mo, he knows what he's doing. Listen to this, Jen.. The cloud is constantly whirling off little .. " she waves a hand, ".. mini-tornadoes that are curling off the cloud and then bouncing right off my shields."

Arzt's com badge chirrups. "Torin to Ensign Arzt."

Arzt taps her com badge. "Ensign Arzt here."

GAME: Milosevic contests his Physical Sciences vs Challenging and Marginally Succeeds.

Over Arzt's com badge, Torin speaks hesitantly, "Ah... hey Jenell. I'm here uhmm in my room. What's uhm wrong?"

GAME: Arzt contests her Physical Sciences+A vs Challenging and Fails.

Into her com badge, Arzt says, "I've got a little problem here...I can't really get into it because it's Starfleet business, but if I ask you a question, would you mind answering it, no questions asked?"

Over Arzt's com badge, Torin sounds relieved and disappointed at the sametime, with more than a bit of wariness as well, "Ah, of course Jenell, assuming it's not like illegal, or going to get you in trouble. I'll try though, and I won't ask. I won't tell anyone, but if I think it's going to hurt you I may not answer. But if you understand, go ahead and ask."

Into her com badge, Arzt assures Torin, "It's nothing like that..." She pauses and then broaches her question, "I'm just struggling with an engineering problem...what do you know about warp core engines as far as Lithium-6 being one of byproducts when dilithium goes bad?"

"It's ringing a bell with me now. Something I remember from the Academy. Gas that is somehow cooled enough to reach superfluid levels is like, peppered with tiny patterns of geometrically precise vortices. You see, some of the atomic clusters in the gas are moving faster than the whole at higher electromagnetic waves, I think?" Milo taps his temple with a forefinger, eyes looking off to the other side of the bay. "I knew I stayed awake in that class for a reason.."

McTiernan coughs as she breaks into Milo's Mighty Moment. "I'm not see any order at all from my angle. It sounded good though!"

Over Arzt's com badge, Torin ahs and is silent for a moment anyone familiar with him can imagine the tugging at his ear as he begins, "Oh, that, that hasn't happened in ages. No one's done something that silly for half a century or something. They modernized the process to recrystalize used dilithium crystals and keep them from superfracturing and vaporizing. It's a nasty process. You'd have to have old equipment and never met an engineer to still be producing it. What's wro...erhh no questions, right."

Milosevic wrinkles his brow then and looks at the viewscreen on the console and then over at Arzt while she talks to Torin. "Thing is...the heat from the runabout or even just the heat in space should have long since dissipated this phenomenon."

GAME: Milosevic spends a courage point.

GAME: Milosevic contests his Computer vs Routine and Succeeds.

Arzt thinks for a moment and with Torin's input has a sudden insight. She looks over at Milo, "What about an old Klingon ship?"

Milosevic rubs the tip of his nose and his eyes light up. "Waitaminute....." He starts tapping at the console, eyes scanning up and down, back and forth through various screens of information that pass by quickly. "I might have an idea here..."

Into her com badge, Arzt sounds a little excited as she tells Torin, "Thank you soooo much Mister Torin. Listen, I have to go, but I'll talk to you later."

Over Arzt's com badge, Torin says, "Of course. I'm glad I could help. Let me know if you need anything else. I'll hang around a bit longer, just in case. Then I'll probably be back at the neutral zone or something. Good luck, Jenell."

Arzt taps her com badge and terminates transmission.

Before the words even fully leave Arzt's mouth, Milo's already smiling wide and turning to speak, interrupting her, or talking over her, at any rate. "It's that Klingon vessel. IKS Kolarus came in on the flight path just a day or so ago for repairs! It has to be it!"

. o O Turtledove feels mildly concerned and curious.

McTiernan frowns, "So you're telling me this 'thing' is out here 'in' the flight path and it's an.. accident? Lovely. How do we clean it up then? I won't leave it here for someone else to run into.."

"Lieutenant, for now, can you drop a suite of sensor buoys around the cloud so we can get hazmat out to clean it up next shift? Then get yourself home, ASAP?" Milo leans onto the console, looking ragged and tired now as the adrenaline begins to wear off. "Is this going to slow your trip here? How bad are the engines?"

McTiernan is nodding even as Milo speaks. "That's what I was thinking as well. We want to be sure that incoming/outgoing traffic knows what to avoid until it's cleaned up. Might want to speak to the Klingons on station about retracing their steps that vessel took on the off chance that they left one of these somewhere else. Beyond that, I'm another day out now as I can't push the engines and I'll be down to warp 5 at best."

Arzt goes home.

Arzt has left.

Milosevic nods as well and reaches a hand to the screen most likely to wipe off a speck of dirt. "Well, Lieutenant, hurry home. I don't have to tell you that there is a certain canine whose done his best to make short work of your pillow arrangement in your living room. Just take it slow and easy. I'll comm the captain of the Kolarus and make them aware of the problem and see if it may have happened elsewhere."

McTiernan nods, "That's the plan. Make sure to file a report and notify LT Harris so he knows what's going on. I'll be docking soon and I'll add my notes to the report once I get there. Thanks for the help. Cape Fear out." And with that the image of Piper on the view screen drops and she's gone, setting up the sensor buoys and doing what she can to tag this area as dangerous.

"Will do, Lieutenant. Milo out." He taps the connection closed and takes a deep breath. "Let's just hope there's less excitement when she hits the yellow zone, eh?" It's spoken to no one in particular, but the engineer gives a little grin anyway as he steps away from the console and grabs his PADD from a nearby counter. "Let's see...which report to start first..." As he speaks, he walks down the catwalk and out to the exit of the shuttlebay. "Going to be a long night of paperwork and I bet Lieutenant Green is gonna be.." The doors close on his last words.