Settling In

Posted on Mon Aug 8th, 2016 @ 8:10pm by

Mission: Mission 2 - Contagion
Location: Deck 4, Crew Quarters
Timeline: MD -5 1930 hours
596 words - 1.2 OF Standard Post Measure

Bradon hummed to himself, off-tune as always, as he walked up the corridors the Mary Rose, looking for his stateroom. When he had arrived aboard ship he had been signed in, then pointed toward a nearby comm unit when he asked about his accommodations. When he went over to it and attempted to access the systems he found that the unit was not functioning. He looked over toward the crew member who had checked him in to see him with a grin on his face.

Answering the grin, he set his duffel down, powered down the small anti-grav unit that was carrying the rest of his gear, then pulled out a toolkit from his belt. In no time at all he had opened the unit, found the issue that was causing it not to work - one of the power conductors had been pinched in the cover at some point in the past, striping off some of the wire's insulation and caused a ground fault - and had corrected the issue.

With another grin to the crew member he had gotten the information he needed to find his quarters, and had made his way into the bowels of the ship. As he wandered, he noticed the overall condition of the ship. His mood darkened perceptively as he went. There were a lot of low-level systems that needed repair. Nothing critical to the function of the ship's ability to keep her crew alive. No, it cut more into the little perks that folks on a ship expected.

Like the lights to be working, he thought to himself as he turned down a corridor that only had the emergency lights lit. Sighing to himself, he grabbed a tool out of this handy toolkit and began to remove the panel at the end of the hall to get to the power conduits behind it.

Finally he found himself at his quarters on Deck 3. Not before he had repaired the lights on corridor 43B, unstuck several doors that were not closing properly, and a dozen other little fixes that only took a turn or two of a screwdriver or wrench to set right.

As he approached the door to his new quarters, the door hissed smoothly open. A half-grin appeared on his face. At least his door was working properly. He stepped into his new cabin, and what he saw made the grin slip from his face. The place was a mess. It appeared that at some point the room had been used as a storage compartment. Prefab boxes, now mostly empty, were scattered around the room. More were stacked atop the bed, and he could not even see the desk behind yet another stack. Smaller items littered the floor, some in boxes, some not. He had heard that most of the ship's interior had been modified to handle cargo, but he had not realized that included the crew cabins!

With a sigh he took a few minutes to clear a spot just inside the door for his duffel, then rolled up his sleeves and began the job of making the cabin livable. Who knows, he thought to himself as he grabbed the two containers nearest to him, perhaps it is a treasure hunt! Who knows what I will find digging through this stuff.

With a determined look on his face he began to clean his cabin. He at least wanted to make a big enough dent in the place to be able to sleep here tonight. The rest could wait til tomorrow.

Chief Engineer Bradon Gordon
SS Mary Rose