Aboard the Khonsu

[Big Bison Bessie]

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"I appreciate the kind words." She glanced up at the machinery above them as she spoke. "It has not been easy, as this frustrating setback we're facing has no doubt worked to further punctuate that point." She walked as she spoke, leading them around the walk that circled the chamber. Slowly they gained some distance from the other members of the Platform, and Hebel, who had hung back. Muttered, incomprehensible words on the ship's intercomm echoed through the chamber as they went. Though, there was enough audible through the poor acoustics of the room to make out that at least part of the message was a call for Hebel to contact CIC. The XO retreated back to the entrance of the chamber and pulled a handset from the wall near the data terminal, punching in a few keys before he began speaking. The conversation was unintelligible given the distance and his hushed tones. As CS spoke, Chief Forbes took the datapad he offered and began to skim through the information. She brought a finger to her lip as she glanced over the intricacies of the proposed device. "Curious. I will need some time to review this. No doubt when Blackwood sees this she'll likely make a case to the captain about her need for such a device. She'll be salivating at the opportunity for data like this. So it's probably worth getting out ahead of this." She let out a half chuckle. "I'll write up a feasibility report and submit it to Ross. In the end it's her call. But, it looks promising." "As for the problem we've encountered with the engine itself, I am afraid it came from a faulty sensor. Part of this unit is a very robust structural integrity field, however that sensor I mentioned had been feeding poor data into the computer. Effectively, the parts of the field that overlapped and protected the fourth ring were over-tuned and we didn't realize it until it was too late. The stress on the toroid from the poorly calibrated SIF field damaged it." With a huff she pulled a datapad from her rear pant's pocket. "You can see the simulation data here. Once the drive starts pushing around eighty-two percent of its thermal load we're looking at potential spatial aperture fluctuations of plus/minus at most eight percent due to the damage. It's more than enough to risk significant hull damage or worse if we're in transit. So you can-" "Forbes." Hebel called up from the other side of the chamber. "I am afraid I'm needed up top. If you need me, contact CIC." "Aye, sir." She called back down. The half-Kusari half-Rheinlander gave an affirmative nod up to them before turning on his heel.

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