Post by 47jamoo on Jul 10, 2009 17:26:28 GMT -5
OOC Name: The Great Caboose! Alternatively; Mr. Caboose. Hell, I even answer to Cabby.
Years RP'ing: 3 years.
Yo mama jokes: [admin edit]
Character name: Vergil Bentham
Character Age: 54
Character Gender: Male
Race: Human
Rank (if applicable): Lieutenant Commander
Brief Description: Well, I signed on with Starfleet... A while back, I'll tell you that! Back then, we thought Warp six would sheer the hull right off the frame! Or just disintegrate us. I remember hearing all about the exploits of the Enterprise, and that inspired me to join. They thought I'd do well fixing their glitchy engines, and I've just 'bout blown myself up as often as I've been promoted.
Oh, there was this one time an electrical conduit decided to get friendly with my head. That was fun. Doc said I might have some memory loss, a little disorientation, maybe later I'll completely lose my mind, but I'm still waiting for that to happen. Heh, ol' Verge is now on the verge of insanity? They ain't seen insane 'til they've seen my work-around for a bad anti-matter injector.
Important thing is that I've gotten pretty good at what I do. Don't make me the best, but meh, that comes with too much publicity for me. Anyway, I was just transferred to the Olympic, and I hope that their engines don't need complete overhauls every dozen light-years, like the last one I worked on.
Sample post (may be recycled):
The nacelles thrummed inaudibly.
No, no that's too quiet! Vergil Bentham briskly walked to the read-out console, and punched up the status of the starboard nacelle. Operating at preferable capacity. That was a load of help, but Verge hadn't come this far to abandon his instincts and trust some computer. Turning, he walked even faster, this time headed for the access lift to the nacelle. "Sir? Is everything alright?"
One of the engineers approached, trying to match Verge's pace and retain a regulation posture. Verge spared one glance at him, and finding that he didn't recognize the boy, replied, "If everything was alright, why don't I hear the starboard nacelle?" The question came out in an English-tinged voice, yet the tone obviously conveyed his disdain. The engineer was taken aback by this question. "Sir, this is an Olympic-class vessel. You're not supposed to hear the nacelle."
Verge had to force himself to maintain his pace, despite the metaphorical slap to the face he had just received from some young hot-shot subordinate. Verge had to keep from kicking himself as he maintained the pace also, realizing the truth of the statement. He was no longer in the beat-up ancient flying wreck he had grown so accustomed to. No, this was the Lorelei, and he needed to get that in his head. He couldn't jump out of his skin every time he heard nothing, and he couldn't rip his hair out every time he heard a metallic groan. That just wouldn't fly here.
Verge tried very hard to show nothing more than the wince he let show at first, and he replied, "Never can be too careful, lad. These things can blow up in your face with very little warning." The young man looked quite confused, but nodded his head and continued to follow him. "Aye, sir."
A few minutes later, after nearly getting lost and pulling off a very officious looking U-turn, they reached a random access panel that Verge decided to inspect. On the boat he had flown in on, when you heard nothing from this particular panel, it meant you were dead in the water. A plasma conduit as well as an anti-matter injector resided behind it, and it seemed like a good enough place to look.
After all, he had to try and save face after that obvious blunder. Popping the panel, Verge inspected it. As it turned out, he might save some face after all. "Lad, am I just seeing things, or is that seal looking a little loose?" The younger officer, who had expected the little hunt to be no more than an old man slowly losing his mind, was quite surprised to find out that he was right. "A-aye sir, it does."
Verge stood, looking mighty proud of himself, and said, "Would you mind heading back and grabbing my arc-welder, lad?" "Aye sir!" The young man walked away quickly, and Verge blew out an explosive sigh of relief. He had been mighty lucky, and that was the only possible answer. It seemed he needed to be doing a few more rounds, try and memorize the layout before he accidentally dumped fuel into the ventilation system.
Years RP'ing: 3 years.
Yo mama jokes: [admin edit]
Character name: Vergil Bentham
Character Age: 54
Character Gender: Male
Race: Human
Rank (if applicable): Lieutenant Commander
Brief Description: Well, I signed on with Starfleet... A while back, I'll tell you that! Back then, we thought Warp six would sheer the hull right off the frame! Or just disintegrate us. I remember hearing all about the exploits of the Enterprise, and that inspired me to join. They thought I'd do well fixing their glitchy engines, and I've just 'bout blown myself up as often as I've been promoted.
Oh, there was this one time an electrical conduit decided to get friendly with my head. That was fun. Doc said I might have some memory loss, a little disorientation, maybe later I'll completely lose my mind, but I'm still waiting for that to happen. Heh, ol' Verge is now on the verge of insanity? They ain't seen insane 'til they've seen my work-around for a bad anti-matter injector.
Important thing is that I've gotten pretty good at what I do. Don't make me the best, but meh, that comes with too much publicity for me. Anyway, I was just transferred to the Olympic, and I hope that their engines don't need complete overhauls every dozen light-years, like the last one I worked on.
Sample post (may be recycled):
The nacelles thrummed inaudibly.
No, no that's too quiet! Vergil Bentham briskly walked to the read-out console, and punched up the status of the starboard nacelle. Operating at preferable capacity. That was a load of help, but Verge hadn't come this far to abandon his instincts and trust some computer. Turning, he walked even faster, this time headed for the access lift to the nacelle. "Sir? Is everything alright?"
One of the engineers approached, trying to match Verge's pace and retain a regulation posture. Verge spared one glance at him, and finding that he didn't recognize the boy, replied, "If everything was alright, why don't I hear the starboard nacelle?" The question came out in an English-tinged voice, yet the tone obviously conveyed his disdain. The engineer was taken aback by this question. "Sir, this is an Olympic-class vessel. You're not supposed to hear the nacelle."
Verge had to force himself to maintain his pace, despite the metaphorical slap to the face he had just received from some young hot-shot subordinate. Verge had to keep from kicking himself as he maintained the pace also, realizing the truth of the statement. He was no longer in the beat-up ancient flying wreck he had grown so accustomed to. No, this was the Lorelei, and he needed to get that in his head. He couldn't jump out of his skin every time he heard nothing, and he couldn't rip his hair out every time he heard a metallic groan. That just wouldn't fly here.
Verge tried very hard to show nothing more than the wince he let show at first, and he replied, "Never can be too careful, lad. These things can blow up in your face with very little warning." The young man looked quite confused, but nodded his head and continued to follow him. "Aye, sir."
A few minutes later, after nearly getting lost and pulling off a very officious looking U-turn, they reached a random access panel that Verge decided to inspect. On the boat he had flown in on, when you heard nothing from this particular panel, it meant you were dead in the water. A plasma conduit as well as an anti-matter injector resided behind it, and it seemed like a good enough place to look.
After all, he had to try and save face after that obvious blunder. Popping the panel, Verge inspected it. As it turned out, he might save some face after all. "Lad, am I just seeing things, or is that seal looking a little loose?" The younger officer, who had expected the little hunt to be no more than an old man slowly losing his mind, was quite surprised to find out that he was right. "A-aye sir, it does."
Verge stood, looking mighty proud of himself, and said, "Would you mind heading back and grabbing my arc-welder, lad?" "Aye sir!" The young man walked away quickly, and Verge blew out an explosive sigh of relief. He had been mighty lucky, and that was the only possible answer. It seemed he needed to be doing a few more rounds, try and memorize the layout before he accidentally dumped fuel into the ventilation system.
