Mission Log
Title: Captain Lollipop and the Mechanic
Characters: Hinamori Momo, Kusajishi Yachiru, Hitsugaya Toushirou
Location: The Engine Room of the Creeping Limit
Timeframe: In Deep Space on the First Run
Status: Open
Warnings: Yachiru attack
Wires were the one part of the engine that she was certain were going to give her grey hair. She had always known that there were different types of mechanics. Mechanics like herself who were vigorously trained by someone who had been a successful mechanic in the field. For her it had been her father, who had spent his whole life repairing ships and engines. The ships he had worked on in ports until he had retired from the face paced life, opened shop to work on engines, met her mother, and had her two years later. It had been natural for her to follow in her fathers footsteps and he had starting teaching her everything he knew about ships and the intricate work that was involved in keeping them running. This was, she knew, a ton of first hand information that she would not have gotten somewhere else.
And then there were mechanics who learned things by necessity, what was going on in the ship itself, how good the captain was at his ships on goings, and how much access they had to manuals or experienced mechanics. After years of working under those conditions they being adept at ‘fixing’ things and making the ship run. She wasn’t convinced that they knew what they were doing and her father had never been all that keen on the idea of someone who only knew half of what was going on being in charge of everyone’s safety on a ship. She was almost convinced the previous mechanic was somewhere in between the two of these, some sort of formal training and some guess work.
She wished, now, that her father had explained how tedious her work would be when it came to cleaning up after an untrained mechanic. With all the problems she had encountered thus far, it seemed as if he had worked to treat the symptoms of every problem that he had encountered instead of working on the problem itself. That or Hitsugaya had been forced to do a lot more work than she had originally thought. If that was so, her estimation of the mechanic went down further and she was tempted to give the Hitsugaya lessons in ship mechanics.
The wiring however, was all screwed up, messy, and just plain wrong ! In the long run that did not mean all that much, she knew, as long as the ship ran and you did not blow yourself up. She glanced at the spot hesitantly, at the worst possible moment. The wiring was the second thing on her list but it was the most lengthy aspect of her work. She glared at the wires in front of her, before brushing her hair out of her face. She was fast coming to the understanding why her father had tried to convince her to work on just engine parts.
This was annoying. Each wire had to be tested, examined, taken out, put back in, and put in the proper slot and position. After three hours of work she had managed to finish one panel completely and was half way done with the other. If she was left undisturbed for another week, she might be able to finish re-wiring the worst of the panels. She cast a glance at the parts settled against the back wall, and then she was on to working on everything else that had to be fixed.
’Maybe I should ask for an assistant?'
Characters: Hinamori Momo, Kusajishi Yachiru, Hitsugaya Toushirou
Location: The Engine Room of the Creeping Limit
Timeframe: In Deep Space on the First Run
Status: Open
Warnings: Yachiru attack
Wires were the one part of the engine that she was certain were going to give her grey hair. She had always known that there were different types of mechanics. Mechanics like herself who were vigorously trained by someone who had been a successful mechanic in the field. For her it had been her father, who had spent his whole life repairing ships and engines. The ships he had worked on in ports until he had retired from the face paced life, opened shop to work on engines, met her mother, and had her two years later. It had been natural for her to follow in her fathers footsteps and he had starting teaching her everything he knew about ships and the intricate work that was involved in keeping them running. This was, she knew, a ton of first hand information that she would not have gotten somewhere else.
And then there were mechanics who learned things by necessity, what was going on in the ship itself, how good the captain was at his ships on goings, and how much access they had to manuals or experienced mechanics. After years of working under those conditions they being adept at ‘fixing’ things and making the ship run. She wasn’t convinced that they knew what they were doing and her father had never been all that keen on the idea of someone who only knew half of what was going on being in charge of everyone’s safety on a ship. She was almost convinced the previous mechanic was somewhere in between the two of these, some sort of formal training and some guess work.
She wished, now, that her father had explained how tedious her work would be when it came to cleaning up after an untrained mechanic. With all the problems she had encountered thus far, it seemed as if he had worked to treat the symptoms of every problem that he had encountered instead of working on the problem itself. That or Hitsugaya had been forced to do a lot more work than she had originally thought. If that was so, her estimation of the mechanic went down further and she was tempted to give the Hitsugaya lessons in ship mechanics.
The wiring however, was all screwed up, messy, and just plain wrong ! In the long run that did not mean all that much, she knew, as long as the ship ran and you did not blow yourself up. She glanced at the spot hesitantly, at the worst possible moment. The wiring was the second thing on her list but it was the most lengthy aspect of her work. She glared at the wires in front of her, before brushing her hair out of her face. She was fast coming to the understanding why her father had tried to convince her to work on just engine parts.
This was annoying. Each wire had to be tested, examined, taken out, put back in, and put in the proper slot and position. After three hours of work she had managed to finish one panel completely and was half way done with the other. If she was left undisturbed for another week, she might be able to finish re-wiring the worst of the panels. She cast a glance at the parts settled against the back wall, and then she was on to working on everything else that had to be fixed.
’Maybe I should ask for an assistant?'