A gentle light fell over main engineering from the auxiliary lighting as Mike tapped away at his console. A cleverly placed shot from the Simpson had just hit into their powergrid, artificial as the shot was, it had still caused the lights to fail. Some of the lights might even have to be replaced, a huge task on a fifteen-deck starship. Mike put his hands to his face and ran them through his hair. He could not remember the last time he had worked such a shift, but with his engineers mostly on the Kinsi, he was taking more than half of his time to oversee wargames and repairs and he wasn't exactly enjoying it. The computer beeped to signifiy that it was two am. Mike frowned and got up, heading for the turbolift. "Deck 15" he said as he entered the small capsule. The capsule began to plumit downwards to the very bottom of the ship. Mike stepped out as soon as he could and the lights came on, aluminating the deck from complete darkness. "Noone here then" he said to himself. He headed for the ship's main relay center, where most of the power transfers took place, a room where few people ever went. The room was only routinely cleaned each six months because of the lack of the activity, and it was clear that it was due a cleaning from the way it looked. Once Mike had cleared the screen of one of the consoles in there he was able to sit down and begin to reroute power past the Chimera's science labs. This was allow new equipment to be installed easily. Once that was down, he began to run diagnostics on the equipment around him. Mike scanned out each of the maintainence shafts, small tunnels which were only opened when the ship was in 'dry dock'. Each of them was fine, the air cooling system was keeping the dirt away and there was nothing of interest in there. With that done, noone would check the shafts for months. He left the room and headed to the room across the corridor, a much more used room: the ventral maintainence command center. He accessed a console and checked that his rerouting had worked. It had.