Minor problems in the engine room

Who: Mark McJohn
Where: Chief Engineer's Office
When: During the briefing
The briefing was interrupted as the communications system buzzed.
McJohn's voice echoed through the room. "Engineering--Bridge.
Engineering--Bridge,"
Alota turned on the main viewing screen and McJohn's face appeared.
The Chief Engineer's face was stained with grease and his hair was
damp with sweat. "Go ahead Chief," she sighed, expecting
trouble. "Just tell us what's gone wrong now?"
"Why'd you think something's gone wrong?" McJohn asked.
"Murphy's Law," said Alota.
"Isn't that a TV show?" Phil asked.
"Shut up," snapped the captain.
Phil shrunk into his seat. McJohn smiled inappropriately about the
exchange between Phil and Alota, then resumed speaking.
"As a matter of fact we do have a minor problem, ma'am." He paused.
All eyes turned to stare at McJohn's image on the main screen, except
for Mini-Phil's. The midget was currently engaged in an activity it's
probably best not to describe in detail.
"Well?!" demanded Seymour, Phil, and Alota impatiently within seconds
of each other.
"I'm afraid we can't run the engines at full power, there's been a
breakdown in cooling unit 2-Delta. Ulansky and Feldman are working on
it right now, but it'll take at least thirty minutes to fix."
"Is that why you're all sweaty?" asked Lustbader.
"Nope," McJohn replyed in a somewhat abashed tone, "I fell down the
ladder in the Main Tool Shop."
"Nice trip, Shakespeare," said a young security flunky to himself.
Unfortunately, he was just slightly too loud, and Phil heard him.
"Right Stenham, get out!" he yelled. Stenham left hastily.
In the meantime, Alota had continued her questioning of McJohn. "What
exactly's wrong with the cooling unit, Chief?"
"Some smeghead's gone and dropped a chocolate fudgesicle into the
primary feed filter."
"Do you know who it was?" asked Alota.
"Affirmative, captain." He paused again for effect.
Alota's eyebrows arched and her face darkened angrily. "McJohn!" she
demanded forcefully after a few seconds, "Who the smeg was it?!"
McJohn smiled at the captain a tiny bit too broadly for her
liking. "Nine letters," he began with obvious relish. "Starts with
a 'K'. Ends with an 'I'. First name is--"
Alota's voice cut him off. "Kochanski!?!" she yelled.
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