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Time to look for the author...*** "Special Assignment" |
"I don't know why, but Chekov wanted me to give you this assignment, specifically," Lt. JG Stronovski held up a PADD to T'Shana.
She looked a bit confused, but snatched it right out of his hand. "Maybe he knows that I'm good," she huffed lightly. Her eyes went to the screen of the small device, her thumb flipping to the button to turn it on. "Some people actually noti..." she almost choked, seeing the data on the assignment that was instructing her to repair a replicator in the lounge. She had to look twice to make sure. "What?"
Pete was grinning with glee. "Oh... I'm sorry, did I give you the wrong PADD?" He feigned ignorance, as if he had just recognized his blunder. "I must have." With a quick and smooth move, he swiped the PADD from T'Shana's hand and inserted another one, "Here you go."
Again, she looked down and flicked the screen on. This time, the assignment said, 'DIAGNOSTIC ON BRIDGE CONSOLES'. Relief settled in, then she suddenly felt anger well up. "What the hell?" She glared at Stronovski. Did he know something about her and Steve?
The Lieutenant smiled sweetly. "Hm?"
T'Shana narrowed her dark eyes.
"What are you looking at me like that for?" Pete shrunk back a bit, mocking fear.
"I dunno, you tell me," she snarled.
He smirked. "It was an honest mistake..."
"Sure."
"Though, if you want to got to the lounge...," he held out the PADD to her again.
She shot him a fiery look. "I think I'll take the bridge."
"As you wish." Pete turned and left, chuckling lightly.
T'Shana bristled. "PITA," she muttered, before heading out of Engineering and to the nearest turbolift.
She stuck her head out of the turbolift first, cautiously looking around on the bridge. Of course, she was here to do work, but despite that, being on the bridge for the first time since arriving on the ship was still somehow momentous for her. And then there was the fact that probably both, Ronov and Svonn, were going to be present.
After she had scouted out exactly where everyone was situated, she straightened her posture and marched onto the bridge, heading straight to the Engineering console to do a level 2 diagnostic. It would probably take a couple of hours, she surmised , but it seemed that this was a good time for it, since nothing was really going on on the bridge. Luckily, this type of diagnostic did not require her to take any systems offline, which was something Lt. Chekov had probably calculated.
T'Shana stood in front of the Engineering console, looking the specific configuration over for a moment. Then, her fingers deftly moved across the shiny, black surface to activate the diagnostic mode. The first part would be fully automated, the second part would require some verification from her, and the last part would involve her coordinating with Engineers at the sensor arrays and other vital areas tied into the bridge consoles.
When the computer acknowledge her input and started the diagnostic mode, she relaxed and slightly leaned against the massive console. All she could do now was let the computer do its work, while she stayed put and made sure she was there to handle any sort of problems if they came up. She lightly tapped her fingernails on the smooth, dark surface of the LCARS display for a moment, watching the data running down on several different ones. Briefly, she turned over her shoulder and glanced to Svonn, and then at Ronov, before she fixed her attention back on the console.
