=Main Engineering= =U.S.S. Chimera= Rick cursed, screamed and smashed things, but no one noticed. Fortunately for everyone in engineering, he was doing all of these things in his head. He had just returned to engineering from the cargo loading area where he had the pleasure of dealing with a neanderthal of a marine lieutenant. The marine threatened to kick Rick out of the room, but the young ensign stood his ground. Rick was ‘permitted’ to stay and observe the transfer of the ‘highly classified’ equipment, but there were at least two marines watching him at all times. In the end, Rick had felt that he was an eight-year-old back in the classroom on his father’s old ship. Just about everyone he knew warned him about the marines, but he didn’t believe they could be that bad. Boy, was Rick ever wrong. He was now back in engineering where he was forming the two teams that would join him the following morning to assist the base engineering team working on the modifications to the ship. ‘This should be interesting,’ Rick thought earlier. He was discussing the proposed modifications with a crewman when he overheard the end of a conversation between one of the other crewmen ... Rick believed his name was Henderson ... and sickbay. “Do you understand 'immediately' ? If there's noone else, then come yourself,” came a voice over the comm system. “Yes ma'am,” Henderson replied before shaking his head. “We’ll meet back here at 0700,” Rick said, dismissing the crewman. Rick then walked over to where Henderson was standing. “What was that about?” Rick said. “Sickbay appears to be having a replicator problem, sir,” Henderson said, going into even more detail with Rick. “They didn’t understand that we still have people on leave and we’re short-handed now. I have this thing I’ve got to do by this evening and I don’t have time to...” “Don’t worry about it,” Rick interrupted. “I don’t have that much to do until the morning, so I’ll go and take care of it.” “Thank you, sir,” Henderson said. “I owe you one.” “Think nothing of it,” Rick said with a smile as he grabbed an engineering kit from a nearby locker. Moments later, he arrived in sickbay. “Did somebody call for an engineer?” Rick said to no one in particular. Ensign Rick Rodgers Assistant Security Officer U.S.S. Chimera