round 17 PO2 Angeline Loupaz: "Silent but crazy"

[Rahman and Rivi Vataix]

((Shuttlebay))

Loupaz: It's been really quiet.

Garry: It's a bit weird, isn't it? Not many repair jobs, yet there he is. Breaking a shuttle. And then fixing it again.

::Angeline Loupaz and Coalem Garry simultaneously took a sip from their mugs, their gaze fixed upon their Chief Engineer. Core, the insane Rodulan he was, had blown off various bits and pieces on the shuttle, despite it having used to be in working order. Apparently he'd run out of things to repair, and thus was just . . . creating more work. For himself. And for the department.::

::So there he was - the bulkheads and consoles of the shuttle having been either blown off ("testing minor explosives" was what he'd written in a report to Tactical) or removed forcefully - reattaching the various bits and pieces, all by himself. Garry and Loupaz were here if he needed assistance with something. Like moving something heavy. But otherwise, the two were unnecessary. He was fine, sitting atop the shuttle, a holographic projector clipped to his shoulder, giving a readout on the finer parts of the hardware. Even *that* wasn't really necessary - not since the bulk of what he was doing was just . . . melding the bulkheads back together.::

::She was starting to question his sanity.::

Loupaz: How long have we been up here?

::Coalem checked his chronometer.::

Garry: Eight hours.

Loupaz: Hmm. Doesn't feel like it's been that long.

Garry: He hasn't uttered a word - should we call someone?

Loupaz: Nah. He's fine.

::They took another awkward drink from their mugs, a moment of silence as they considered Angeline's words.::

Garry: How do you understand him? He stopped talking and just started *clicking*.

::Clicking his fingers to get attention of his engineers was how Core had been working over the last couple of days. It was annoying and somewhat rude, but preferable to him and (admittedly) quicker for his engineers instead of waiting for him to stammer out the names and ranks of those around him.::

Loupaz:::shrugging:: I speak the language of those incapable of speaking.

::There was a pause.::

Garry: So you're just really good at crappy charades?

Loupaz: Yeah, pretty much.

::Their conversation was interrupted by a sharp, beckoning whistle from Core, who was still looking down at a console of which he'd ruined intentionally, mini projector displaying it's marred innards.::

Garry: Your turn.

::Angeline rolled her eyes, handing the man her cup as she went to assist their Chief Engineer. Their . . . maybe insane Chief Engineer. Ah well - worse things have happened. At least he wasn't planning to cause any actual damage to the Garuda.::

Loupaz: Yes, sir?

::He gestured the console, and she read the display from the holoprojector, now presented to her. The console was fried, many of the components inside damaged beyond repair (probably something to do with the minor explosive that was detonated inside it - and unless Core wanted to rebuild it's innards from the ground up, it needed a replacement.::

Loupaz: And it's a SC-48. ::She frowned.:: We don't have any replacements onboard - we'll have to order one in, unless you want to jimmy the one in the other shuttle. I don't think that's a particularly good idea, though - Vistain looks as if she's gonna rupture something since we literally blew apart this one.

::Core shook his head, pointing to the console yet again. It took a few seconds to maybe understand what he was trying to say, but Angeline's frown deepened.::

Loupaz: You mean to build, right? Not simply take it out and put it in this one and leave that shuttle without a SC-48.

::The Chief Engineer gave a huff, now frowning at her. Angeline bit her lip.::

Loupaz: Sir . . . you've been here for . . . hours, now. Don't you think it's time to take a break?

::Core simply rolled his eyes, turning back to the holographic display But Loupaz wasn't budging. She stood there, staring up at him on top of the shuttle.::

Loupaz: Do I need to call the First Officer?

::That finally made the Rodulan freeze in his tracks. He turned, black eyes piercing her own, and she knew she'd overstepped a boundary. Though his relationship with the FO wasn't open for all of his staff to see, it was obvious to his officers that Core was indeed close with Rahman. If there was someone who'd kick his [...] for being here longer than he should, and for destroying a perfectly fine shuttle, it'd probably be her.::

Kells: =/\= This is Captain Kells to all Garuda crew. Effective immediately, the senior staff has been reassigned to the USS Invicta, along with many junior officers and enlisted personnel. Please see your department heads for details, and if you have been reassigned, report over no later than 1800 this evening to prepare for a short shakedown cruise. That is all. =/\=

::[...]. Core was saved by the CO, and he knew it too. The Rodulan gave a grin, clapping his hands and rubbing them together.::

Core: Garuda shuttle.

::He stepped down the ladder, Loupaz now staring at the massive mess of a shuttle now no longer the manr's problem, and simply blinked.::

Loupaz: You aren't going to fix that anymore, are you.

Core: Heh.

::He simply switched off the projector and shoving it back into his toolkit. He clapped Angeline on the shoulder, staring back at the poor mangled shuttle that had been victim to his . . . whatever intriguing mood he'd been in.::

Core: Pack.

::And then just like that, Commander Core strode off, probably to pack his own things, leaving Angeline to simply blink at the shuttle.::

Garry: He's not going to fix it, is he?

Loupaz: I . . . I don't know.


Tbc . . .

Petty Officer 2nd Class Angeline Loupaz
Engineering Officer
USS Invicta

(Posted by LtCmdr Tristam Core)

Loupaz: Vistain's gonna kick his [...] when she sees this.