Engineering - Day 30 (late afternoon) - closed to Scotty
Dr. David Tinny entered engineering with wide and curious eyes. He'd never been in the belly of a ship before. Hell, he'd never been in a ship before. Sure, there'd been those required simulations, but those simulations held the security that as soon as you stepped out of the room you'd be safely on Earth and not in a hallway aware that you were hurtling through space touching constellations no one has even thought to name, yet.
Not that the good doctor was an aviaphobe, the CMO had stake on that land. And David had surely shuttled places before. No, David was just painfully inexperienced with space travel at such a large scale. But the engineering room, now that was something else. He whistled as he watched red shirts darting here and there, balancing above his head, making a spray of sparks appear from a far off wall.
He wore an old jacket over a specifically non-uniform shirt. He stuck his hands in the pockets and looked above him.
"Excuse me!" he said having run into a very purposeful looking crewman. "Actually, have you seen, um...Lieutenant Commander Scott?"
"Huh? Oh, the chief. Scotty. Yeah, he's over there," the man replied and zipped away.
David traveled to where the thumb had directed him and then traveled a little more because apparently "the chief" had moved since then. It wasn't a surprise as everyone seemed to be in a constant state of movement.
David had a conversation with the captain about his head of engineering when he'd first arrived a few days ago. He seemed concerned about him. It was an off the cuff remark that David might talk to him along with some others, not that he was telling or anything and "please don't tell them I told you to do that and stuff" and David reassured Kirk that it certainly wasn't a plan to attack his crewmates with ink blots and drag them to a couch for an hour. Having appeased the captain's fears he now set forth to calm his own and meet this intriguing fellow.
And there he was, at last.
"Mr. Scott?" he called, making his way through engineering with a smile.
Not that the good doctor was an aviaphobe, the CMO had stake on that land. And David had surely shuttled places before. No, David was just painfully inexperienced with space travel at such a large scale. But the engineering room, now that was something else. He whistled as he watched red shirts darting here and there, balancing above his head, making a spray of sparks appear from a far off wall.
He wore an old jacket over a specifically non-uniform shirt. He stuck his hands in the pockets and looked above him.
"Excuse me!" he said having run into a very purposeful looking crewman. "Actually, have you seen, um...Lieutenant Commander Scott?"
"Huh? Oh, the chief. Scotty. Yeah, he's over there," the man replied and zipped away.
David traveled to where the thumb had directed him and then traveled a little more because apparently "the chief" had moved since then. It wasn't a surprise as everyone seemed to be in a constant state of movement.
David had a conversation with the captain about his head of engineering when he'd first arrived a few days ago. He seemed concerned about him. It was an off the cuff remark that David might talk to him along with some others, not that he was telling or anything and "please don't tell them I told you to do that and stuff" and David reassured Kirk that it certainly wasn't a plan to attack his crewmates with ink blots and drag them to a couch for an hour. Having appeased the captain's fears he now set forth to calm his own and meet this intriguing fellow.
And there he was, at last.
"Mr. Scott?" he called, making his way through engineering with a smile.