Ansolon Season 02 / Episode 08
by Alan Tripp

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U.S.S. Mythos
Grand Shoals Region, Malstrom Expanse

Siduri and Tila’mana looked first at each other and then as one at the pair of legs sticking out of the small access panel overhead.

“Pass up my sonic screwdriver,” the gruff voice called down from above.

Although the hovering maintenance disk was narrow in circumference, there was no fear of the Klingon

Starfleet admiral falling from it thanks to the magnetic maintenance boats he wore.

“Chop, chop,” the voice demanded, hand reaching downward.

Yeap, the bastard clung to disk like a magnet to a refrigerator or the chief engineering officer would have already pushed him with the hope he’d break both legs.

So instead, Tila grabbed the sonic and slapped it into the waiting hand.

With just a bit more force than the Romulan had intended.

Although she’d intended a health, annoying smack of the wrist in the process.

But whatever grief she might have with Ka’nej Hauk, it would never match that of which Ansolon Command’s Command-in-Chief was already giving himself.

Although nine out of ten starship commanders would have ran aground of the subspace sandbar.

Problem was he held himself to levels of perfection when it came to situations like these … where either Federation, galaxy, family or friends (the latter two in this case) were in jeopardy.

And then there were those strings of far too public communications with that engineering yard master / ship design engineer named Jenkins who was taking it as his personal opportunity to try and embarrass the Admiral as payback for having taken the Mythos out of drydock before her space trials were complete.

“He’s not going to let this go, is he?” Siduri asked.

The trill served as the engineering XO aboard ship.

“Not a chance in Areinnye,” she answered, meeting her gaze before both looked upward sighing at the same moment.

The Mythos had rammed into the subspace sandbar during the height of the metreon-based plasma storm that had come seemingly out of nowhere.

Said storm had blinded sensors leading to the moment they’d run aground.

If they were being honest, they were lucky the ship was still in one piece … relatively speaking that is.

Her engines had taken a hit and whereas other captains would have waited to be towed back to spacedock for repairs, Ka’nej was determined to fix the engines, get (somehow) off the bar and out of the Grand Shoals and back on mission.

Shallana was more than a friend. … She was family.

And even without her presence, he’d still be doing the same as the Crazy Horse was a ship under his command.

Their crew deserved no less.

Overhead, the Klingon gave a roar and a grunt followed by the metallic ring of a massive wrench striking metal while In the background the primary warp core suddenly shuttered back to life.

The engineers below looked at one another, first with nods of approval and then smiles.

Elsewhere in the room, a chorus of applause.

Of course, that still meant it needed to be resynced with the secondary which her people were in the process of finish up restoration of over in the saucer.

One thing about a Ross-class … plenty of power … if you had both cores going AND working in tandem – easier said than done.

“I don’t know how in the Areinnye (Romulan for hell) he did it but I’m not looking a gift fvai (Romulan for horse) in the mouth,” Tila chimed before clapping hert hands together and turning towards the others scattered about the room.

If she’d understood exactly what Ka’nej had had in mind, she would have been quick to lend a hand, but it had turned out best just to let him work.

But that was before, this was now.

“Everyone … jobs to do and a lot still to be done,” she yelled.

“Remember your assignments and get ‘em done!”

She walked off towards the master engineering display, the trill remained behind to help steady the Klingon as the maintenance disk lowered itself back to the floor.

Hauk tossed the sonic back into his tool pack and dusted off his hands.

“Ok … next?”

Respectfully,

VADM Ka’nej Hauk
CO, U.S.S. Mythos
ANSCOMCINC

Out of Story

I had thought about having Ka’nej Hauk and the Mythos actually towed back to spacedock, but realized he would move heaven and earth to help save a friend in need.

Same for a ship under his command.

And gods help the yard master when the good admiral DOES make it back to Starbase Ansolon.