Grumbling I crawl through the Jefferies tube, working on undoing damage the Kazons left behind. By now I have learned enough that at least I can replace parts without getting me or anyone else killed.
Well, the simple parts at least.
At the very least we got the ship back due to the actions on Tom Paris, The Doctor and Suder, a maqui psychopath they kept locked up in his quarters until now. Suder died in the attempt, making it two deaths in total on our side and many more Kazon. Easily avoided.
Turned out the child(while real) wasn't even his according to the Doctors scan.
I lay down on my stomach, resting my head on my arms as I conduct the work with my mechadendrites instead. In this cramped space thats way more practical, not to mention comfortable, than standing around on your knees. Seriously, would knee pads on the engineering uniform be that bad of a idea?
We have been working on minor repairs for weeks. Or rather I have been working on these minor repairs for weeks. They are on the backups of systems that are not ship critical in the first place to B'Elanna thought they would make a great learning tool...and free up the rest of the staff for more important things.
So that's almost a month spent crawling around in these bloody tubes. While it is true that I learn a ton, its still sodding annoying.
And then Harry Kim and Tom Paris got captured by the Acryterian government and sentenced for a terrorist bombing. We managed save them from the prison with the help of Neelix old transport ship.
That place was...not very nice or so I have heard. I wasn't involved in the rescue itself, I was stuck doing this during the time.
Now we are sneaking through a alien detection grid trying to avoid being spotted by some kind of swarm of alien vessels. I don't remember what will happen, but I do know things will go wrong. But, its nothing I can affect and it should end up well in the end anyway.
Honestly, I'm getting tired of being treated like Worf. At the very least I got the Doctor to agree to the next upgrade.
Reinforcing my skeletal structure with a Duranium mesh deposited via nanites. There go another month worth of replicator rations, but at least I don't need to involve B'Elanna into it. The procedure have been used before to help people born on low gravity worlds adapt to normal G forces so its basically of the shelf, even if the material I ask for is more normally used in hullplating, not medical implants.
But that have to wait as the Doctor is currently loosing his memory do to his program turning corrupted from dataoverload. I dont know how they fixed it in OT, but i'm sure they can figure it out.
I'm just going to keep changing powerrelays...and now the power is draining. Great.
I just sigh and crawl to the closest hatch, closing it to form a airpocket in my part of the Jefferies tube before getting back to work.
We are under attack.
Again.
I cant help but feel I'm getting somewhat blasé about this maybe about to die in deep space thing.