Capt. Joseph Markus
Colonial Merchant Fleet
Captain-CMS Marauder
Civilian Captain, Colonial Citizen
Posts: 307
Registered: Apr 5, 2010 20:21:41 GMT -6
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Post by Capt. Joseph Markus on Mar 18, 2014 12:55:51 GMT -6
Joseph looked at his Chief Engineer and smiled. It was good to have the man and his expertise and knowledge back on board. Joseph hated having his people on other ships, he had lost several for that reason. But, the mission always came first. Standing up, he walked over to the man.
"Okay Doc, get us fixed so we can get back to a safer location. There's something afoot on the planet and as much as I hate to admit it, one of my own has something to do with it."
Joseph had always been aware of J's plan to prevent the planet from being taken over by those who would subjegate the population against their will. It was a failing of his back on Canceron. J had always felt that the will of the people should always be the first concern of government. On several occassions, the Quorum had done just the opposite, always in the name of saving humanity. That was the reason the Quorum only had power within the civilian fleet and not on the planet. Of course, J's plan was a bit over the top and could prove to be more dangerous than the cylons themselves. He knew it had to do witn Elea and to a lesser extent, the Gondawans. For now, this ship needed to be fully operational and battle-ready, even though they were not a combat ship, officially.
"Doc, make certain we're at least capable of jumping away in the event of any unwelcomed visitors. Don't want to be a sitting duck. "
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Carl 'Doc' Savage
Colonial Merchant Fleet
Chief Engineer, CMS Marauder
Posts: 24
Registered: Dec 9, 2012 18:22:13 GMT -6
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Post by Carl 'Doc' Savage on Mar 20, 2014 18:23:15 GMT -6
"Aye, aye, Captain," Savage replied. First, he'd get out of the tattered uniform blouse. He'd torn it to shreds climbing through the bowels of the ship. His jhodpurs, though, were smudged but not torn.
He went back to the main diagnostic display in the main Engineering hold. Looking over the readouts for the FTL, he turned on his heel and his bootsteps sounded on the steel deck plates. When he got back to the enormous chamber, the shuttle was moving slowly, pushing its hyperconducting magnet into the field coil. The megawatts were being stored int the capacitors that would release their energy into the lozenge-shaped jump coil. The thousands of elements that made up the coil had colored ends. The green lights told him which ones were at full working condition. There were too many yellow ones that were damaged. and the red ones that were offline alarmed him. He knew that if Clayton were here, he could instinctively feel every nuance of the fields, could sense every crack in the crystals at the heart of each jump element. Carl Savage had to do it the old fashioned way. He could still 'feel'. It was more an intuitive sense that he'd developed with mentoring by Dualla. He could glance at the coil asssembly and could make a judgement that would match the best diagnostic machine. It wasn't the intimate knowledge that Dualla would have, though.
Doc began giving orders to the FTL Engineering crew, directing them to make the repairs, reinforcements, and enhancements that would best and most quickly get the most power out of the jump drive.
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Carl 'Doc' Savage
Colonial Merchant Fleet
Chief Engineer, CMS Marauder
Posts: 24
Registered: Dec 9, 2012 18:22:13 GMT -6
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Post by Carl 'Doc' Savage on Mar 27, 2014 19:29:03 GMT -6
When the program was broadcast over the Marauders video and audio repeaters, Carl wished his friend Clayton well. Dualla was smack in the middle of the drama on Terra.
Doc Savage was glad to be back aboard his ship. She needed him as well as all of the engineers, techs, maintenance and damage control staff. The rest of the crew, from the Captain down to the lowest cook, were fighting to bring Marauder back into fighting trim after the main weapon of the Drex Star had either burnt out or scrambled up every circuit aboard the ship. He had come from FTL and was now in Main Power. The Tylium fusion reactors were sturdy enough to not blow themselves up when the wave from the Drex Star washed through the ship. It was the peripherals, the fiber optic harnesses, the Plasma Transfer Conduit dampers and containment field coils needed the utmost care before the energies of fusing fuel once again were allowed to flow. They were running on auxiliary reactors that ran off of old-fashioned deuterium, the heavy hydrogen that was the sole fusion medium before the discovery of Tylium.
In all of this, though, Doc knew that there was an even better medium, and he still held out hope that he and Clayton could use James Drexl's technology to make it work. Drexl had understand this, and it was a battle between he and they for dominance in the development of the new power source. In this, the other former Colonial was more dangerous than any Cylon.
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Carl 'Doc' Savage
Colonial Merchant Fleet
Chief Engineer, CMS Marauder
Posts: 24
Registered: Dec 9, 2012 18:22:13 GMT -6
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Post by Carl 'Doc' Savage on Apr 13, 2014 20:48:38 GMT -6
The last of the repairs had finally been finished. Marauder was back at full strength. With a lot of perseverance, a good dose of ingenuity, and a Battlestar-load of luck, Doc, the Damage Control team, the Engineering team, and every other skilled (that mean everybody. Even the cooks could turn a spanner or wield a torch) crewmember, the pulse damage inflicted by the Drex Star when it fired its main weapon had been righted. There was still a a lot of work required to make things permanent. But this would happen all over again if they were in the vicinity of the Terran battle station if it let go with it's big gun again. They needed to harden the Marauder, make it proof to such high-energy waves. Doc knew exactly what would do it. It would take some creativity and perhaps a bit of pseudo-legal activity, but the material that would fit the bill existed, and Savage knew how to make it.
He headed up toward the Bridge with a list he had handwritten on a sheet of paper. He had to show this to the Captain.
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