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warp_corinthWhen Enjolras gave the go ahead, Combeferre was into the turbolift without a moment's hesitation. He was running schematics through his head, some of the blueprints he'd actually been privy to, before he'd given up that mission for... this.
He still didn't regret. It was better that he was here, instead of on Earth, stomach roiling with worry at the news. Earth... he didn't want to think of it, now. How the note he'd left for his family, last minute, was too short.
It didn't matter. Well, it did. But it wouldn't. They'd get back-- of that, he knew Enjolras was at least tenacious enough to see to. It was dangerous, they were far, it would take a helluva lot of rigging... but they'd do that. He had to believe that.
As the Commander on board, prepared or not, he had to believe that.
When the turbolift opened, he hissed softly in surprise at the heat of the hallways down here. From the warp core overheating, from a few of the decks experiencing blows, from lower powering to life support systems. Winding his way quickly towards the main engineering room, at double time, he pressed his shoulder into the door and was inside a moment later. It took just a moment to adjust to the smoke in the room... squinting against it, he held a hand up to his forehead, and the contact made him realize he was sweating lightly.
It really did feel like hell down here. Not metaphorically.
"Feuilly? Feuilly!"
Hearing his name, Feuilly glanced up from his console briefly, nodded to the commanding officer.
"Sir."
"I know you're busy down here, but while the repairs are underway... I have a few modifications I'd like tested and possibly inserted into the systems."
Feuilly raised a brow. Now hardly seemed opportune. However...
"Yes, Sir." He assumed if they were being inserted now, they were intended improvements integral to the building phase, and useful, considering the fact that they were now very off course. By how much, he was not yet sure.
"The simulator is unaffected. I have my second-in-command doing signature outputs there right now. Ask him to show you how to work the system basics; the ship is older than what you may have practiced on. He can monitor the flows to your modifications. If there's an error, he may be able to suggest ways to compensate. Good luck, Commander."
As ever, Rene was grateful for Feuilly's straightforward manner, his to-the-point language, and his quick understanding. Giving a nod of thanks and letting him get back to his own gargantuan amount of work, Combeferre made his way to the simulator, still reciting experimental flow charts in his head.
When he reached the console, and it's worker, he greeted sharply, "Ensign, stand down; we're going to do something a little different than heat outputs. Can you show me how to get to the experimental simulations menu, for the warp core nacells?"
He still didn't regret. It was better that he was here, instead of on Earth, stomach roiling with worry at the news. Earth... he didn't want to think of it, now. How the note he'd left for his family, last minute, was too short.
It didn't matter. Well, it did. But it wouldn't. They'd get back-- of that, he knew Enjolras was at least tenacious enough to see to. It was dangerous, they were far, it would take a helluva lot of rigging... but they'd do that. He had to believe that.
As the Commander on board, prepared or not, he had to believe that.
When the turbolift opened, he hissed softly in surprise at the heat of the hallways down here. From the warp core overheating, from a few of the decks experiencing blows, from lower powering to life support systems. Winding his way quickly towards the main engineering room, at double time, he pressed his shoulder into the door and was inside a moment later. It took just a moment to adjust to the smoke in the room... squinting against it, he held a hand up to his forehead, and the contact made him realize he was sweating lightly.
It really did feel like hell down here. Not metaphorically.
"Feuilly? Feuilly!"
Hearing his name, Feuilly glanced up from his console briefly, nodded to the commanding officer.
"Sir."
"I know you're busy down here, but while the repairs are underway... I have a few modifications I'd like tested and possibly inserted into the systems."
Feuilly raised a brow. Now hardly seemed opportune. However...
"Yes, Sir." He assumed if they were being inserted now, they were intended improvements integral to the building phase, and useful, considering the fact that they were now very off course. By how much, he was not yet sure.
"The simulator is unaffected. I have my second-in-command doing signature outputs there right now. Ask him to show you how to work the system basics; the ship is older than what you may have practiced on. He can monitor the flows to your modifications. If there's an error, he may be able to suggest ways to compensate. Good luck, Commander."
As ever, Rene was grateful for Feuilly's straightforward manner, his to-the-point language, and his quick understanding. Giving a nod of thanks and letting him get back to his own gargantuan amount of work, Combeferre made his way to the simulator, still reciting experimental flow charts in his head.
When he reached the console, and it's worker, he greeted sharply, "Ensign, stand down; we're going to do something a little different than heat outputs. Can you show me how to get to the experimental simulations menu, for the warp core nacells?"
