Star Trek: Troubleshooting (Star Trek: Starfleet Corps of Engineers)
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Relaunching the adventures of the U.S.S. da Vinci, as Captain David Gold, Commander Sonya Gomez, and the rest of Starfleet's miracle workers solve the problems of the galaxy, one disaster at a time.
Federation Station Deep Space 10 has been plagued by technical difficulties since its construction a year ago. On several occasions, the Starfleet Corps of Engineers team on the da Vinci has been sent to fix them, and now the problems have intensified.
Fearing sabotage or worse, Commander Gomez and her team try to fix the station once and for all -- but Dr. Sarjenka has another idea about what's happening, a theory that puts her at odds with her new superior officer, Dr. Lense.
Continuing the all-new adventures of the S.C.E.!
efforts, she started when she heard the high tones of Sarjenka’s voice. “Can I be of assistance?” Over her right shoulder, Lense glared at the young Dreman. She still resented Gold for bringing aboard another doctor without so much as a discussion. Hell, she resented many things these days and frequently reordered the priority of annoyance in her head. Right now, she needed to push those distractions aside and be ready. After all, why prove the captain right? “Actually, Sarjenka, you could be
with. Plot course and engage at warp three,” Gold said. Wong nodded in the affirmative, fingers already at work on the control station. Moments later, the bridge received a comm signal from Chief Engineer Nancy Conlon. “Commander Gomez, request permission to beam down with the team.” Gold and Gomez exchanged glances. “Well, it’s nice to see the grapevine is working at peak efficiency,” he began. “I’d like to know why.” “Have you read anything about the station?” “To be honest, I don’t think
Stevens that he’s been drydocked,” Gold said. Conlon and Tev beamed down to the space station along with Gomez. As soon as the transporter beam released them, Gomez saw Nancy begin looking around, craning her neck. The station had that look of being brand-new; nothing marred its polished floors or walls, the lighting strong. Bright and shiny indeed, Gomez thought. She noted the gleaming ebony wall paneling complete with computer access was now narrower than previous designs and the designers
everything within a micron of specs. Wouldn’t something like this have been discovered?” “It’s only our largest problem, Commander,” Kesh-Mara said. “We’ve had numerous minor glitches, too. It’s getting tiresome, to be honest. More for the repair teams than me, but this goes beyond a shakedown period.” “Starfleet borrowed certain design and manufacturing techniques pioneered by the Cardassians in the building of their Nor space stations,” Tev said, interrupting the commandant’s next comment.
some decisions to make. Her second trimester was winding down and as Gomez reviewed her basic biology, the last trimester could prove the most difficult one. Lense’s effectiveness on away missions would be compromised and should the ship ever come under attack, Lense could prove a distraction to the captain, conscious or not. More and more, it seemed like Gold did the right thing by being proactive and recruiting Sarjenka to come aboard. She was coming to like the Dreman, based on the way she