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"Azure-Te"

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<CSO_Lt_Wright>

*CEO* Wright to Quinn.

:: looking at the planet on the viewer as it orbits below ::

<CEO_Lt_Quinn>

:: Stands by the doors of one of Atlantis' many launch bays, decked out in an EV suit, in the middle of a diagnostic he's running on it in preparation to board a workerbee pod. :: +CSO+ Quinn here. Go ahead.

<SCI_Ens_TLira>

:: continues working her way through her half of the list of sensors to repair ::

:: admires the clouds from above instead of within as Atlantis passes through the lowest point in its orbit, only 20km above the cloud tops ::

<CSO_Lt_Wright>

*CEO* Science has been able to identify a number of sensor arrays that we can repair remotely - I am sending the information on the ones that will require EVA to fix directly to your PADD.

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

:: on the Bridge off-center, poring unnecessarily over the fragmented sensor data and the list of repairs awaiting action ::

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

:: has the autopilot maintaining a constant orientation, normal to their orbit, so that the EVAers don't have to deal with a rotating ship ::

<ENG_Ens_Ilaihr>

::Removes his spectacles and rubs his eyes, regaining himself, he continues work on the crush can::

<CMO_Lt_Tav>

:: is on the Bridge, at the Medical station, bringing up the readings from various crewmembers EV suits as they power up and prepare to step outside the Ship. Even with all the advances in EV technology since each first spacewalk from as many cultures as make up Starfleet, there is still the element of danger every time a crewmember leaves a ship... minimal though it may be. ::

<CSO_Lt_Wright>

:: taps at her console, continuing her remote repairs while she waits for Quinn's response ::

:: brings up a PADD with reports from other Third Fleet ships and browses as he waits ::

<ENG_Ens_Ilaihr>

Self: Why are these H3 tanks harder to insert than remove, it should be the other way around.

<CEO_Lt_Quinn>

:: Chuckles softly :: *CSO* Thanks. Don't technically have my PADD on me, but I can patch into it once I'm through with this diagnostic. Hope you won't take any offense if I give some of those a quick once over anyway, as long as I'm out there. There's a big difference between restored for normal operations, and fine tuned to keep feeding us the real time

<CEO_Lt_Quinn>

slipstream calculations we'll need once we fire that thing back up. Which...well, you know that, obviously.

<CSO_Lt_Wright>

*CEO* Of course. Please keep me posted on which arrays you are finished with so I can run the diagnostics and recalibrations behind you. Of course I'm happy to assist with any other components as they are repaired as well. How can Science best support you in this endeavor?

:: turns to T'Kirr :: I think it best that we head for the alpha quadrant once the slipstream drive has been repaired. This has been a good test voyage, but we've also gotten pretty banged up out here.

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

:: glances up at him from her monitor :: :CO: Agreed. Atlantis could benefit from time in drydock.

:: nods :: XO: At least a thorough checkout. I'd hate to get farther out and have something else break.

<ENG_Ens_Ilaihr>

::Finishes work reinserting the H3 tank to the crush can. Stand back to check the work and take a couple of scans to ascertain that it was done correctly::

<SCI_Ens_TLira>

:: finds that one of the sensors is playing hard to fix, so she enlists the help of the shipboard computer to run some fast calculations and see what would work best to fix it properly ::

<CEO_Lt_Quinn>

*CSO* Just let us know if the software's still complaining after we're done with the hardware. We'll come back and give it a good kick or something.

XO: Vinland, Alexandria, Earth - all could do the job. Any preference?

<CSO_Lt_Wright>

*CEO* Can do, just keep me in the loop as to when you're finished with hardware and I'll follow up behind you.

<ENG_Ens_Ilaihr>

::The scans show the can has been correctly reinserted, waves up a young engineer:: aENG: My lad, this one is complete, we need to get it moved ready for departure.

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

CO: Not to mention a good place to rest and not be concerned of attack. I would choose Alexandria. Vinland is closer, but I believe their current labor and facilities situation would limit attention to us in a timely manner.

XO: An astute observation. And it has been years since we've paid Alexandria a visit.

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

:: perks eyebrow :: CO: You...miss it. An emotional attachment.

<CEO_Lt_Quinn>

*CSO* Will do. Quinn out.

XO: Yes, sometimes. It's an interesting place.

<CEO_Lt_Quinn>

:: Nods as he finishes his suit diagnostic. Everything checks out, should he need to open up the pod's cockpit and get out for some reason. That seen to, he climbs up into the workerbee pod. It's a squarish little thing, no bigger than an escape pod, but it's loaded down with all manner of tools, from an industrial laser cutter, to multiple independent

<CEO_Lt_Quinn>

tractor beams for moving debris out of the way. With the press of a button, the transparent aluminum canopy seals shut in front of him, and he sends a request for departure clearance. ::

<CSO_Lt_Wright>

*CEO* Lt. Quinn, you are cleared for departure.

XO: We visited it many times when I commanded the Yeager.

<ENG_Ens_Ilaihr>

::Moves off to another crush can::

<CEO_Lt_Quinn>

*CSO* Thank you, thank you.

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

CO: Do you expect it to have changed much?

XO: New command staff, from what I hear. ... And I just found myself strangely glad that the starbase is actually still there, for some reason.

<CEO_Lt_Quinn>

:: As soon as he's cleared the atmospheric force field, he puts a few dozen meters between himself and the ship, then accelerates a bit more drastically than is strictly called for as he swings a wide and zippy loop around the ship, enroute to the first trouble sensor node. ::

<CEO_Lt_Quinn>

:: And he grins like a jackass as he does so.. His current mode of conveyance is less than sporty, but it's actually been quite some time since he actually flew something. Longer still since he did so on purpose. ::

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

:: puzzles over Blackthorne's statement a moment ::

<CSO_Lt_Wright>

*SCI* Wright to T'Lira

<SCI_Ens_TLira>

*CSO* T'Lira here, sir.

<CSO_Lt_Wright>

*SCI* Just a heads up, Quinn says he's going to be fussing with some of the sensors on our list, so don't be alarmed if you see anything get moved unexpectedly. How's it going?

XO: Hm. Never mind that.

<SCI_Ens_TLira>

*CSO* It would be illogical to be "alarmed", sir. The repairs are going well. A few of the more damaged sensors are proving to be a difficulty, but the computer databanks have been an assistance in that.

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

:: pipes up :: C/XO: If I get a vote, it is for Risa.

<CSO_Lt_Wright>

*SCI* Well, if there are any that would be more efficient to be repaired by the EVA teams, we can always set them aside. Good job making use of the computer databanks as needed. Is there anything you need from me at this time?

<ENG_Ens_Ilaihr>

::This crush can was alot easier to fix up than the lastone and is completed in no time, drawing a smiley face on it to signify that it too is ready for departure, before moving onto the next one::

NAV: Perhaps when we don't need a Starbase's facilities.

<SCI_Ens_TLira>

*CSO* Actually, yes, sir. I am sending you the data on a particular sensor that is proving rather stubborn and resisting any attempt to repair it.

<CSO_Lt_Wright>

*SCI* I'll be happy to take a look. Feel free to call me if you need anything else, yes? Wright out.

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

CO: No hurry, sir. :: finds it odd that she suddenly wants to go home ::

<CSO_Lt_Wright>

:: Watching the EVA teams with one eye and periodically clearing the crush cans for departure when their repairs are completed, turns the rest of her attention to T'Lira's stubborn sensor ::

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

:: turns her attention to the movements of repairs outside the ship ::

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

:: checks the autopilot, not that keeping the ship oriented normal to their orbit is hard for it, finds all to be well ::

<CSO_Lt_Wright>

Self: I think this one needs to go on Quinn's list. :: sends the data to Quinn's PADD ::

<CEO_Lt_Quinn>

:: Does a quick set of scans and confirms his diagnosis from the last time he visited this spot. :: *Bridge* Engineering to bridge. Got a sensor node in quadrant 3, mis-aligned due to some minor warping in the hull plating. The node itself is salvageable, but I'll need to remove it and hammer out the dents before we can re-install. I'll need...45 minutes?

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

:: listens in with interest ::

<CSO_Lt_Wright>

*CEO* To confirm, you need to take the sensor node in quadrant 3 offline for 45 minutes. Correct?

<CEO_Lt_Quinn>

*CSO* Well, I'll be physically removing it while I repair the housing, so yeah. About as offline as offline gets, I'm afraid.

<CSO_Lt_Wright>

:: looks to the CO :: CO: Any objections, Sir?

:: shakes head ::CSO: Proceed.

<CSO_Lt_Wright>

*CEO* Lt. Quinn, you are cleared to proceed as described.

<CEO_Lt_Quinn>

*CSO* Acknowledged. Firing up the good stuff.

<CSO_Lt_Wright>

:: watches as the node disappears from the array ::

<CEO_Lt_Quinn>

:: Aims VERY carefully as he brings the laser cutter to full power, and begins blasting away at the hull. It's slow going, working with an ablative armored hull, so he calls in a wingman from the growing cloud of maintenance pods buzzing around outside the ship, but after a few minutes, they've managed to shear off an offending bit of plating that was in

:: Turns to see Tav loitering :: CMO: Hey doc.

<CMO_Lt_Tav>

:: turns to the Admiral :: Yes, sir.

<CEO_Lt_Quinn>

the way and impeding the smooth removal of the sensor node. With that done, it IS time for a proper EVA. The cockpit window folds back upward, and Quinn works his way over, manually disengaging the clamps that keep the piece of equipment locked into the hull. ::

<SCI_Ens_TLira>

:: contemplates checking the ever-growing list of message from her family, but decides against it and puts her frustration with her family into her work, tapping away at keys with a very un-Vulcan-like vigor ::

CMO: With all of these new crewmembers aboard, are you up to date on crew physicals?

<CMO_Lt_Tav>

CO: Mostly, sir. There are a few I have left to get to, but I've got most of them, and the rest are scheduled for their physicals. Speaking of which, sir... it's getting time.

<CMO_Lt_Tav>

:: turns back to his station to check a few EV crewmembers, then seeing that they are all -- still -- fine, turns back to the Admiral. ::

So it would seem. Schedule me in with the rest.

:: makes plans to be sick that day ::

<CEO_Lt_Quinn>

:: Once the last seal is disengaged, Quinn jets away from it, and flashes a thumbs up the the second pod, which engages its tractor beam, and gently lifts the sensor node out and away from the hull. Quinn then makes his way into the newly vacated cavity, and activates his helmet lights. ::

<CMO_Lt_Tav>

CO: Certainly, sir. I'll put you down for my next opening, 19:00 three days from now.

<CMO_Lt_Tav>

:: turns to his console and makes the schedule so. ::

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

:: shakes her head very subtly as her eyes train on sensors ::

1900? That's a bit late, and there's no immediate rush.

<CMO_Lt_Tav>

:: turns to his console again :: CO: Too late for you, sir? Very well. Hmm... It looks like I have Stardate 70823.11. That's 10:30.

Ah yes, that will be fine.

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