An unusual Engineer

Posted on Mon Aug 7th, 2017 @ 1:09am by Jeassaho Kea (*)
Edited on on Mon Aug 7th, 2017 @ 4:56am

Mission: Mission 4 - Combustion
Location: Deck 6 - Converted Cargo Bag
Timeline: MD 02 09:00
1340 words - 2.7 OF Standard Post Measure

The Tiny Engineer just stared at the man as he introduced himself to her. She was pale and tired from trying to secure the damaged Cargo bag and it showed on her pretty face. She wore a baggy boiler suit that had seen better days but there wasn't much more you could wear to protect yourself when you didn't have the right equipment for the job in the first place. "Jeassaho Kea..." She finally murmured holding out her hand.

"My name's Micheal Robertson. The Captain said that y'all were a bit short handed down here, so I offered my services." Micheal said as he gently took hold of the pretty brunette's hand. There was a deceptive strength to it's small appearence. Clearly, this woman was no stranger to hard manual labor. "I was in damage control for nearly ten years back when I was in Starfleet." He looked around at the repairs she had been working on before he interrupted her. "How can I help?"

"You're an Engineer?" The woman said excitedly at the thought of someone else who was a Starfleet trained Engineer. "I am trying to get the floor secure. This deck moved up and down depending on the cargo below before the fire but the heat had damaged it beyond repair so the Captain wants to secure it to one height."

Micheal shook his head. "No, more the Operations side of the house. However, I can turn a spanner with the best of them. I was a certified Damage Control Team Leader before I left the service."

Jeassaho rolled her eyes a little. "I will take what I can get at the moment." She said with a wink in his direction. "I have to get that stuff on a trolley." She pointed to the twisted metal that had cooled enough to be moved easily from where it had been chucked earlier in the evening.

Michel turned to look at the pile of rubble, then back at Jeassaho, grinning as he did so. "Well, that is something that I can do." He winked back at the attractive woman, then turned toward the rubble. After moving over to stand between it and the hover trolley, Micheal did a few arm and chest stretches, then began to physically move the rubble off of the deck and onto the trolley. Some of the pieces were easy to pick up, others were a little heavier. Thankfully, he enjoyed the physical strain that his body was getting worked though. It had been a while since he had done true manual labor.

Jeassaho soon joined him moving the pieces. "You know, some of this stuff is original to the ship. So much history to it." The Engineer said as she chucked a piece onto the trolley with gusto.

Micheal grunted softly as he manoeuvred a large piece onto the trolly. "Well, find a way to recycle this scrap and put it back into the ship somehow."

"We shall see." Jeassaho had some plans for this area after discussions with other crew members recently. "It all depends on what Rueben wants to do with the ship." She shrugged moving to help him move the large piece.

"What do you mean?" Micheal grunted softly as they finished manoeuvring a large piece of scrap.

The small Engineer looked at him. "What do I mean? Why do you want to know?" She challenged grinning at the sweat pouring off of him.

Micheal shrugged and frown slightly as he replied. "No big reason, just curious, I guess." He considered a thought before continuing. "I guess, I feel it would be a waste to do anything but patch this old girl back up. I'd hate to think that she might get scrapped over this damage."

"By the deities no!" Jeassaho was shocked that he would even suggest that. "This old girl is now my baby. I am going to fix her up and make her brand new. Rueben just has plans to make the ship more passenger friendly. Might not be your kind of ship though." When she was in a good mood, she tended to flirt a little wickedly, when she was sour they turned bitter and cutting, but no less suggesting.

Micheal actually laughed at her reaction. As he calmed down, he responded. "You misunderstand. Or perhaps, I misunderstood you. When you said that it all depended on the Captain's plans, I guess, by your tone, I took it that he might trade out the ship for another one. As far as whether she's my kind of ship , well, so long as she's alive and serving a purpose, she's my kind of ship."

Jeassaho shrugged, sometimes her standard Federation was lost in translation. It was moments like this she missed the translator. "Rueben wouldn't do that. He has grown fond of her." Jeassaho said fondly. For all her bitterness at being taken from Starfleet she was growing fond of the old girl. "So does that mean you might be staying longer?" She wondered grabbing up a water bottle.

The Texan shrugged again. "I'll stay as long as I'm welcome to, I guess." He straightened up after loading the final piece of scrap. "Would you mind if I stayed around for a while?"

"Sometimes you gotta get out of the storm." She said lightly before taking a huge gulp of the water bottle. "I don't think it matters to me?" She added leaning against the trolley watching him.

Taking a rag out of his pocket, Micheal wiped the sweat from his face and neck. He then used the rag to clean the excess grime off his hands. "Well, if I stay, would you care for getting a drink sometime?"

"Sure. I can do a drink." Jeassaho laughed at the grime on him from the work that they had been doing for the last couple of hours. "You look like you could do with a shower." She teased softly holding out another water bottle to him.

Micheal looked down at his filthy appearence and chuckled. He then ran his eyes over Jeassaho's form, from her feet to her eyes. "You do too." He gave her a slight, lopsided, grin as he spoke.

"I am an Engineer." She said by way of explanation. She wore the only clean boiler suit she had left after having to change four times the previous day thanks to the fire, ripping the knees of one, and just messing the other two with all the soot that was around.

Micheal snapped the rag he was holding, knocking the excess grime off. He then handed it to Jeassaho. "You got a big splotch of grease on you neck there."

"I'm covered," She shrugged not taking the rag. It made no difference to her whether she was dirty there and then or not. "Does it matter?" She finally asked.

Micheal shrugged. "Guess not." His wrist comm unit suddenly buzzed softly. Looking down at the device, he frowned slightly. He looked back up at Jeassaho's eyes. "Sorry, I've got to head down to my shuttle. Rain check on that drink?"

"Sure. Everything okay?" She wondered with a shrug. "You know where the ward room is if you want a drink or anything." Jeassaho still had things to do in the bay to make it a clean space again before she could go down to Deck 7 to secure that deck properly.

Micheal nodded his head as he finished wiping his hands. "Yeah, my shuttle's A.I. just sent me a message. I gotta go see what she wants. See ya around." He then turned and made his way out, wondering just who on the ship had just been identified as an open bounty target.

Jeassaho raised an eyebrow but who was she to question especially when she had so much left to do in the Cargo Bay. She smiled and waved at him letting him go.

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Lieutenant Commander (LOA) Jeassaho Kea
Engineer
SS Mary Rose

Micheal Robertson
Bounty Hunter
Shuttle Alexandria