Sometime has passed since I made an entry in my journal been too
pooped to do anything but close my eyes.
Even though today was not the best of all days it is finally over and
ended in a way I never in a million years would have guessed it would.
To begin with today was a double shift. I ache all over from
the top of my head to the bottoms of my feet. Welding isn't a
hard job really unless you are a good half meter shorter than the intended
height of a typical repair crew person. Takes some imagination and physical
creativity to pull it off sometimes.
The reason for the double shift was not a good thing. I made a lot
more than minimum scale pay perhaps but the conditions are not pleasant to reflect on. And by the way, I really
don’t care that after being killed by whatever means divisible by man
or beast or the universe for that matter you still have to endure it before you
are revived.
Case in point .. The Captain had turned over the watch to the
pilot and the crew of gunners for doing some sort of creature extermination job
just outside of the Arkadian planet system. Our overly aggressive pilot
and our underachiever gunnery crew almost lost the ship. It went steadily
from bad to horrible. I could hear them through
the comm laughing it up at the size of the monsters and the number of
them they had in tow. These guys have no regard for the crews
below.
I had just finished my shift and was in my berth gouging slag out
of the tip end of my welder when the all hands message came. I flipped on
my ui and sure enough all sections integrity dropping like rocks in 2 X normal
gravity. I took a deep breath and wiggled out of my secluded
berthing. Hugging my welder to my chest I headed towards my last posting
at Propulsion. As I was approaching the first blast door two huge guys flew
past me each carrying two welders. They were headed towards Propulsion
as well. Then the most deafening noise I have ever heard shook every cell
of my being. I fell back against the wall expecting to see the revive
center at any second. I looked around, no not dead yet. I clung
tighter to my welder and made my way to the top of the platform through the
second set of blast doors. When I made the turn at the corner I slid and flopped down hard
on my butt in the middle of the gory remains of the two guys that passed
me. I sat there for a couple seconds trying not to
puke. Couldn't stop it and puked. About the time I was
spewing a nice partly digested layer of papplon on the poor remains of the dead
guys the Senior Engineer stormed up the stairs carrying his overly large welder
in one hand and a huge coil of welding wire in the other. He looked down
at me and asked, “You hurt?”. I answered “no” meekly gagging as I
tried to speak. Then he said “Get your ass up and follow me!”
What could I do other than what he had said? I was up running
after him expecting at any moment to be shredded like the guys back in the
gangway. I slid to a stop just beside the old engineer. He
was scanning the destruction in front of us. He pointed to a tangle of
burst pipes and said, “You there this pipe first then this .. “ as he
waved his large hand in the general direction of the ruptured pipes and turned
to start his welder on one of the complex bits of gear that makes the ship move
through space. I positioned my welder at the appropriate angle and
started work.
The first of the pipes moved back into shape and were reconnected
to the correct points of contact. I had just begun work on the second
pipe when I felt a large hand on my shoulder pushing me aside. The old
engineer held his welder in one hand and pushed wire into it at a rate
I didn't think possible. When the second and third pipes were
reconnected he stepped back and looked down at me. He frowned at me
saying, “listen here noob it doesn't have to be perfect just put it
back together ..” then he raised his head up as if looking through the
decking and said “ .. its them boys up top that causes this .. trust me you
will be back in here again quick as quick .. now finish up here and don’t make
a fuss about how badly it was done before .. we just have to keep her in the
fight“. I noted he looked me square in the eyes when he said “we”.
I just nodded my head and turned to my work.
I had been welding steadily for maybe an hour and the all hands
alarm went off again with the fire klaxon going off even louder. ALL HANDS TO HANGER DECK flashed in red across my ui. I still
had damage to repair. The damage was not in the red but close.
Hanger Deck was in the near green. I kept my focus on the task at
hand. Then I head the Captain over the comm say, “Turn that
damn alarm off.” Then in her very calm commanding voice she
instructed everyone on the engineering crew not involved in critical repairs to
report to the Senior Engineer and the fire brigade below the Hanger deck.
I monetarily thought of my berthing below the Hanger Deck and grimaced at the
possibility that all my belongings were being destroyed at that very moment.
Within the next hour I had raised the Structural
Integrity of the Propulsion system acceptable levels and ran to the next
station in need of repairs. The Reactor is a huge cylinder in
the center of the ship that provides power to all the other systems.
When I looked up at my ui I noticed it was nearing red. I turned and ran
as fast as I could trailing a stream of sparks behind me as I ran. I
fumbled for the off switch as I waited for the inter-ship televator to move me
some 60 meters up and forward.
We still had a monster called a Cosmic Horror attached to the hull and was trying to
eat its way into the core of the ship. I have only ever seen images of these
monsters but I have seen firsthand the damage one can do. The
Captain then ordered a squad of Quads to launch from the ship and draw the
Cosmic off to gunnery distance. I don’t think she had to remind them to
clear off as they approached the required distance. The ship shook as the
Cosmic pounded against the hull.
When I got to the reactor I saw a crewman passed out on the floor.
He had obviously come to the end of his endurance. My welder roared
to life knitting a crack in one of the inertial confinement tubes
that routed power to Propulsion. When the crack was repaired I circled
around the Reactor looking for the worst damage fixing small cracks as I went.
When I got to the cryo pumps that provide cooling to the poloidal and
toroidal magnets inside the reactor I stopped. "This is bad"
I said out loud to no one in particular. My welder swept the least
damaged components of the pump mending hairline fractures. The other pump
was beyond my skill level to totally repair so I turned my welder towards fixing the parts that were mostly intact. Biting my lower lip I pointed
my welder at the most severe damage closed my eyes and pulled the control
levers on my RK. The welder shook in my hands as I knew it would. I
stiffened my arms trying to keep it pointed at the massive damage. My
whole body shook with the effort. I knew this would damage my poor RK but
I had to do as much to fix this as my skills allowed. What I didn't know was the magnetic
shielding of the reactor was compromised which allowed the super strong magnetic
field to pull my welder away from the part of the pump that needed mending. I was pulling back with all my strength,
welding wire was flying through the RK making a zinging sound as it tore from the spool tied to my
belt.
Having my RK caught in the magnetic field was getting the best of me. I
put my foot on one of the brackets that hold the pump to the reactor coolant
system for addition leverage. I could feel the heat from the structure
through the sole of my boot. I tried with all my might to pull the RK away
from the reactor.
I have no idea where it came from but a second Cosmic slammed into
the bottom of the ship directly aft of the area that was on fire. When
the monster hit us I was flung off my feet landing flat of my back knocking the wind
out of me with the welder slamming me on the nose. We usually get a brace for
impact warning from Command but I guess they were busy with other stuff at the
time and missed that one. I held onto my welder though. Sitting up
I took a deep breath and inspected my welder. The tip was pretty much toast
and most of my welding wire was used up. I have no idea why they decided to
make the tips out of Melchi Crystal, because it has to be one of the worst
insulators in the universe. I wasn't sure I could do another round with
that pump or not but was sure that my nose hurt like all heck. I set the
welder aside and touched my nose which was bleeding I noticed with dismay.
I wiped at it with the back of my glove and got to my feet to inspect the
damaged pump. I couldn't tell if my efforts had done anything towards the
repair or not.
The only thing I could do at that point was take my abused RK to
the Trade Terminal and toss it in and redeem the recycle fee. With a sigh I let
it fall down the chute to be recycled. A
quick scan of my card showed an increase of 20 pec. Not much to salvageable in them obviously. When I got to requisition to pick up another
welder I passed my card over the reader and quick as quick I had brand new
defective from the get go welder in my hands.
I took the welder and my remaining wire back up to the Reactor to see
what I could fix other than the cryo pump.
As I ran up the stairs that lead to the Reactor I saw another more experienced crew was working on
the pump repairs. I circled around the
reactor again scanning for any possible source of pending disaster.
I was working off to the side of the cryo pump reattaching some
dislodged panels when the Senior Engineer arrived to inspect the repairs. I had my head down smoothing a corner and he approached
me. I felt him standing there and raised
my head and shoved my welding goggles up to my forehead. He wasn't looking at me but at the work I had
been doing. He finally turned to me and
noticed my bloody nose. He pulled a rag
out of his back pocket and wiped my nose with it. I just stood there like a little kid all big
eyed and stupid looking. He asked me, “How
long you been at this crewman?”. “Just a few minutes Sir.” I replied.
“No not mean this here particular fix.
How long you been welding?” He
clarified. “About a month Sir” I
answered. “Hmmm” was all he said and
turned on his heel and walked away. As
he left I took a deep breath all I could smell was whatever was on the rag he
used to wipe my nose. It was probably
some oily greasy glob of gack but to me it smelled like the aromatic residual of the
millions of repairs he had likely made in his lifetime aboard the Motherships of the Fleet. With that thought in mind and
even though I felt like I could go to sleep on my feet I straightened my
shoulders and gripped the handholds of my welder tightly and went back to work.
A couple hours later I staggered back to my secluded berth. The whole area was covered in soot and fire retardant. At least the fire was out and the critical damages
were set back to normal. I was glad to see that my
few possessions were spared the flames. I
can deal with a little soot and grime.
As I knelt down to shove the welder through the crawl space to my berth I noticed a small book propped against one of the containers. I pulled the welder back and picked up the
book. Turning it in my hands I opened
it. There was only one blueprint in the
book with instructions and bill of materials for construction. After I squeezed through into my rack space I
sat cross legged on the floor and reopened the book to unfolded the blueprint. I
gazed in wonder at the boon that had been given to me but by whom? I flipped through to the back of the mostly
empty book and found the name of our Senior Engineer. Just to the right of his name written in
carefully drawn block characters were the words Apprentice 1st
Class. My jaw dropped open and I sat there staring at the blueprint. He gave me his old blueprints for making the
welders. This thing must be like a 100
years old or something. I looked at the bill
of materials followed by a quick look up of the cost of the materials on my
terminal. I can make these. All I have to do is find some Metal Residue,
how hard can that be. I smiled and
patted the closed blueprint book that lay across my lap.
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Disclaimer Part
None of the characters in this story / role play are real in the sense that this all takes place in a virtual world. None of the events depicted are real, come on its in space on a huge Mothership. Really?
The real parts are as follows:
The environment in which I do my role play is a game called Entropia Universe. Which is made by Swedish company called MindArk. MindArk has not authorized me to speak for them in any way nor do I intend to. But I will tell you it is a very fun game and it truly is what you make it.
Entropia Universe is a free to play game with a real cash economy.
Here is a link to Entropia Universe - Planet Calypso
Entropia Universe is a free to play game with a real cash economy.
Here is a link to Entropia Universe - Planet Calypso
The Motherships do exist in the game and are owned and operated by individuals. The fleets of ships that Wasp works on are all part of the Entropia Fleet Alliance. These folks are pros at getting you across space in an efficient timely manner. They offer routine scheduled flights every day of the week.
Here is a link to the EFA Website – Entropia Fleet Alliance
Oh and when you aren't reading my blogger or even when you are listen in on Atlas Haven Radio <-- click here for link.
Here is a link to the EFA Website – Entropia Fleet Alliance
Oh and when you aren't reading my blogger or even when you are listen in on Atlas Haven Radio <-- click here for link.
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