Location: Security Replicator Bank Alpha
Timeline: 1240 hours, Day 1
Replicating a hostile environment suit or indeed most anything else was trivially easy. It was a matter of moments for the computer to take his measurements and a matter of minutes for the replicator to spit out a brand new protective suit tailored to his exact specifications. Korvin, however, had a healthy war induced distrust of replicated equipment which was only compounded by the steady stream of low level glitches and power failures the Nimitz was currently experiencing. So it was that a full half hour later he was still in the armory running tests on the suit to make sure that it was both structurally and functionally sound.
"Are you being thorough or just procrastinating at this point?" Nikki sighed.
"Look, Nikki," Korvin said as he watched the suit go through a battery of pressure and compression tests, "I'm going to be depending on this thing to keep me breathing wonderful, benign O2 and not chlorine and exotic sulfates. Twenty minutes from now will be a bad time to find out that the replicator had a hiccup." His tail flicked as he went through the fourth check on the tool kit and phaser he was bringing just so he could feel productive while the test ran. For the most part Korvin loved being a Caitian but there were definitely times when being a member of a rare and exotic species had its downsides and this was one of them. "Not to mention how I'd like it ever so much if my fur did not instantly combust the moment the shuttle door opens."
"Wuss." Nikki teased, prompting an eye roll from her companion.
The armory doors slid open and Lieutenant Commander Trevor Ward (NPC) stepped through. Trevor was what everyone referred to as the "old guard." He'd spent the better part of 30 years in Starfleet and still maintained some of the old traditions and protocols from years past. He was, in the very sense of the term, a dinosaur. Rumor had it that Starfleet had tried to forcibly retire him, but with a few favors in his pocket, no one had been able to make it stick. Most people assumed he'd done the same to get the posting on the Nimitz.
His gray eyes scanned the room and moved toward the Caitian. "What are you doing here, Lieutenant?" he asked gruffly with his traditional raspy, harsh-toned voice.
"Boss." Korvin nodded in greeting. "I got tapped for away duty on Shaky. I'm just making sure my replicated suit is gonna hold up. Ounce of prevention and all that." Korvin's relationship with his superior was best described with the word 'tentative.' He rather suspected that his conduct on duty was not inline with his CO's more traditional views of things. So far the two hadn't had much in the way of interaction, which suited the Caitian just fine. It didn't help that Korvin's opinion of his immediate superior could also be described as 'tentative.' Tentatively quite low.
Ward shook his head incredulously. "Waste of time, Lieutenant. You could spending your time doing more productive things, but instead, you're triple-checking work done by a super-computer." Ward hated inefficiency with a passion and this was a prime example. He made a mental note to keep a closer eye on the Caitian to make sure this wasn't a pattern. It probably was and he'd be sure to bring it up with the captain at their next one-on-one meeting.
It was a sense of tactics rather than tact that kept Korvin from arguing. Faced with a superior enemy, or an enemy who is your superior, one must be careful in picking ones fights. The tests were nearly done anyway and it wasn't as though Ward was going to reach his hand into the gravitic field to get it crushed. Rather he shrugged noncommittally and kept an eye on the readout.
"Supercomputer can't keep the lights on right now. Seemed prudent." It wouldn't matter if it was human error or technical failure if the suit failed to function properly. The good news was that the impact resistant modification he'd made to the standard EV suit profile seemed to be working just fine. That might be important if debris started being thrown about with the kinds of force that seemed likely in this scenario.
Ward's blood began to boil at the cat throwing a smart-ass response back at him. In the old days, he would've thrown him in the brig in a heartbeat, but the new captain didn't seem terribly keen on any such ideas, she'd even remarked highly about Korvin, but about what he didn't know. "I don't appreciate smart-asses, Lieutenant. You'll be wise to remember that," he growled.
It was with only the greatest of difficulties that Korvin resisted the urge to roll his eyes. It was times like this that he missed his billets on non-Federation ships. In a great many cultures outside the Federation, two officers who failed to see eye to eye simply had at it until they found a resolution of one form or another. It kept the ship's doctor busier, but it also led to fewer of these tense simmering working relationships. Unfortunately Federation social mores frowned upon resolving conflict with more conflict. Ah well. "I'll keep that in mind," he said in as neutral a tone as he could manage.
Ward resisted the urge to mutter something below his breath. The grizzly veteran started to meander around the perimeter of the room, checking the read-outs and occasionally punching in a few commands to drill deeper. His attention was drawn away from his unscheduled inspection when a console on the far side of the room chirped, indicating the test of the Caitian's protective suite. "Well?" he called out to the feline.
A muffled thud accompanied him dropping the suit on a workbench. He popped the power unit casing with a spanner and fished out one of the cells. "Bad power cell in the secondary counter compression unit. Checks out otherwise though." He replaced the cell with one from the workbench drawer and tossed the defective one into a reclamation receptacle before reseating the housing. "I should get going if there's nothing else, boss."
Ward eyed the work he did carefully before nodding slowly. "Get to it, Lieutenant." Without another word, he folded his hands behind his back and sauntered out of the room. He'd make sure to keep an eye on the Caitian in the future though.
The holo emitter on Korvin's belt turned itself back on. "Well that was interesting."
"Don't even get me started, Nikki," Korvin shook his head as he shrugged into the suit, grabbed a phaser and closed up his tool kit.
"Oh you don't have to get started. Your biometric data tells me everything I need to know about what you thought of that."
"You monitor my biometrics? Nevermind, we can talk about it later. I'll have to leave the transmitter behind. I doubt it'd do much good anyway."
"Probably not, more's the pity. I'll be keeping an eye on things through the sensor array though. So..." She drew the last word out a bit.
"So what are you going to do about it?"
"About Ward you mean? Nothing I can do. He's the boss. We'll just have to see how it all plays out. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to get to the shuttle bay or the seismic activity on Shaky will be the least of my problems."
"Yes, don't keep Commander T'Vel waiting. And Korvin... good luck."
He flashed a fangy grin for the first time since Ward had stopped by. "Thanks. I may need it."