Aidan glanced at the PADD. "Great Scott, is this serious?" he finally asked, unable to hide a smile. He had never seen before these modifications, and the modules to be added to the tricorders looked more than interesting. "This is most intriguing, I'll tellya" he said to noone in particular as he started to check the specs on his terminal. Sensor terminals were rerouted, new programming added to the basic configuration, a lot of fine work was implied, and Aidan was delighted. "I dinnae if this is goin' ta work, bu' I'm certainly has it's merit" he continued his mumbled monologue, as his hands flew over the screen pulling up new information. "Interesting use of this thingy 'ere, might even be helpful for my toys" he took a tricorder and started to adjust the data as instructed. The lights in his corner were dimmed, as Aidan had long ago found out it helped his concentration when he was getting his work done. A few hours ago, a PADD was delivered to him, coming from Maj. Walsh, with a note attached, saying, 'this is from the little man from the basement. Get to it.' Aidan was surprised to receive his orders in this unusual way, but whatever Walsh was doing, he knew his way around, and Aidan wasn't going to argue with that. It had turned out, that the PADD, after entering his security code, contained several modifications for various equipment parts, but the most interesting had been the ones to be done to the tricorders. Aidan had a special interest for that, since he himself had added a few different things on his experiment, that had a similar power usage to this module. He had started right away to check it out and compare to his notes in a mumbled voice, as he had gotten used to, much to the delight of his co-workers, who seemed to find his habit funny. "So if we reroute this little thing 'ere over there and attach it to this sensor output 'ere" he followed the circuitry in his head, "we should get this blimey light 'ere to work and set off that whatyacallitagain there" he attached the module in the indicated place and fixed the power couplings to it. "and get that power thingie going." he continued falling into an old melody in his head. "then we add a little bi' o' sugar and we're done." he concluded and closed the casing with a triumphant grin. The tricorder lit up and started to check itself for malfunctions, giving finally the familiar led sequence, plus a second one that told Aidan that the module was up and working. "Allrigh' ye bugger, lets see what ye can do..." he mumbled happily and started to add the modified programming. /\Few hours later/\ Aidan approached a terminal after ringing the chime to the ODA office several times. He tapped in a few commands and finally got his answer. Major Walsh was apparently down at the waste disposal systems. "I knew 'e was a weird bloke, bu' what's 'e doin' down there?" Aidan muttered surprised. "Allright, lets go an' get 'I'm" he added and entered the TL. /\Waste disposal/\ "Major Walsh is busy" replied PO Alfonz nervously as Aidan inquired for his superior officer. "That's allright, ladd" Aidan went on with a smirk. "You jus' tell me where 'e is and I'll do me stuff". Walking down the corridor, Aidan finally entered a small control room, just to find Walsh with his feet on the control panel, reading through a PADD. "Allrigh', Major" he saluted briefly and entered the room. "Havin' a break from 'eavy ODA duties there?" he added amused. Jack sat back with a whisky in hand. Guzman had ordered him to waste disposal duty under the command of Petty Officer Alfonzo. Luckily the petty officer realised that the XO was a small man with his feeble punishments and was letting Jack have a free ride on the easiest and actually cleanest post on the ship. "Whisky mate?" Jack grinned, possibly a little bit drunk on duty. Aidan was taken by surprise and couldn't avoid a laugh. "Fuckin 'ell, mate" he replied. "Dinnae if me superior officer would approve that, Major, but what the 'ell, what 'e doesn't see, can't hurt 'I'm, right?" he added. "Ah well, you know. Help yourself!" Jack slid the whisky over either way. His feet still up on the console he stifled a yawn. "Yeah I'm doing some 'extra' duties on top of my normal ODA stuff. Was there something you needed Specialist?" "Well, Major, jus' ta inform ye, that we have the gear all set and ready to go." he informed. "Neat little gadgets those are, I tell ye that." he added. "Seems we got somethin' rather interesting comin' up." he glanced at Walsh's relaxed position. "I'm dyin ta know, Major. What the hell are ye doin' 'ere?" Jack smiled a huge grin. "For that stunt I pulled on the surface on the last mission. Seems the XO thinks you boys should go in without any intelligence on the enemy. Guy thinks he can bust me down a peg by sending me to sanitation" Jack laughed taking another sip of whisky. "Needless to say, the pencil pusher obviously hasn't done a days hard graft, because he'd know that this was one of the easiest jobs on the ship." Aidan laughed out loud. "Some punishment this is, Major" he burst out. "Ye should take an example on the good Commander and do the same." Aidan continued with a wide grin on his face. "Although" Jack sat up. "What if it wasn't?" "I don't follow ye Major." replied Aidan, caught off guard. "What if, I was so at a loss as to what I was doing down here...that...I don't know? Maybe some of the waste ended up somewhere it shouldn't? Perhaps... behind the sofa in Commander Guzmans quarters?" Jack looked at the Engineer with a sly look in his eyes. Aidan considered this for a moment. "It would be a laugh, that's fer sure." he concluded. "All ye'd have t'do is reroute some of the incoming waste square ta his replicators, an' 'is mornin' cocoa would be... well, ye figure it out." Aidan laughed again. "Would be somethin' ta see, wouldn't it?" he took another sip from the bottle. Jack tapped his glass against the edge of the Bottle that Aidan was drinking from. "Oh that is genius my man, genius" He let out a slightly maniacal chuckle as he downed the rest of the whisky in his glass. "Now, fill that to the top and lets get to work on this shall we?" Jack moved away from the console to let the Engineer in to do his magic. Aidan looked up surprised. "Ye serious" he laughed again. "Aw hell, I can't do that, Major, I'm sorry." he said, stepping up to the console. "Of course, there could be a problem with these subroutines" he started tapping several commands on the console. "and ta fix it, of course, we would 'ave to loop this string 'ere, which shouldn't do any "harm" to anyone, unless they are in this specific room" he continued. "but the computer will 'ave ta do a routine check on these replicator systems in, say, 12 hours, to see what's goin' on there and repair the faulty programming. Malfunctions happen, ye know." he finished tapping. "Of course, Major, I can't do that." he concluded, tapping a final command. "Oh, erm Of course you cant" Jack smirked. "There's one more thing" Aidan laughed and went to the nearest replicator. A few swift commands and a pair of toothbrushes appeared. He handed one over to Walsh as if it were a pip. "This is for when we have t'clean up the mess. We gonna get caught, y'know that, mate." he finished with a wide grin. "No way mate. The Executive Officer will be liable for putting someone in command of a post which they are ill equipped to operate. His ass will be grass if anyones is for this." This was going to be good. He thought quietly as his Engineering specialist did his magic. His thoughts drifted to Guzman ordering 'sloppy joes' for dinner or having the Chief Medical Officer over for dinner, she'd get a nice surprise when he served up the chocolate log for desert. "Ah the Puns are endless" he chuckled, the British accent coming through in him a bit. "what was that sir?" "Oh erm Nothing mate. Carry on!"