System Refresh

Posted on Thu Jun 13th, 2024 @ 5:44pm by Ensign Noah Balsam & Captain Björn Kodak & Lieutenant Commander Victoria Cross & Lieutenant Nico Oliveria & Lieutenant JG Leighton Romanowski & Ensign Sheldon Parsons & Ensign Sheila Mulhern & Ensign Grosh Frav

Mission: Mean Green Queen
Location: Computer Control Room
Timeline: Mission Day 1 at 1300

[Computer Control]
[Deck 4]
[1300 Hours]

The room hung with an ambient and heavy humidity as four officers worked in conjunction. They were sweaty, preferably clad in the lighter navy undershirts with "SOJO" written across their chests. Humming with a sense of tension and low-level noise, Computer Control felt like controlled chaos. Noah Balsam stood at his station, a drip of sweat teasing but not yet committed to dropping off his aquiline nose.

"Prime 561-1Yarrow-Yarrow-51 in place..." There was a pause. "And locked." Someone behind him said. Noah tapped at several grayish-blue keys and then a pair of salmon-colored ones.

"Acknowledged," he said clearly. His panel squealed at a keystroke and on his screen a groups of rounded rectangle keys blinked to life in a dashed line, solidified and then began to track toward the ship schematic of the computer core. Noah cleared his throat, "Prime 87-Charlie-Ampersand-Beta-677 in place." The computer core schematic pulsed. "And locked in." He turned to look at Chief Basheer with a twist at the waist, "We're ready for the next download sequence."

Basheer nodded and tapped the comm badge on his panel, "Computer Control to Bridge. Download Beta-16 confirmed. Reorient subspace antennae for Download Delta-16."

In the background, the computer's voice was requesting an authorization code. Noah's fingers were quick and deft, "Computer, recognize Balsam, Systems Specialist, authorization Balsam Iota 71 Iota Charlie Delta 6 Ampersand." The computer squealed acknowledgment. "Lock Beta-16 and standby. Redirect all systems to Auxiliary Subprocessors now."

Grosh sat cross legged at an open service panel situated slightly away from Basheer and Noah. He was focused on scanning new isolinear chips before replacing the older ones. "I've never done a LCARS transition before, of course I've read about them, but to actually do it... it's wicked cool." He said, his snout wiggling with joy at the prospect of doing something new. That was, after all, why he joined Starfleet to begin with.

"I-I had to do this at Ishikawa Station," he glanced briefly away from his data to the Tellarite, "When I was at Daystrom. But it wasn't like this. I-I've never update a system from thousands of light-years away from the source." He smiled as one of his icons flashed orange and red. He tapped it, holding his breath. His eyes settled on the data from it.

Noah tapped his commbadge on his t-shirt. "B-balsam to Main Engineering. Puh-please check ODN Nodes 56-Alpha through-88 Alpha-Aft-Ventral. I'm detecting a data lag through it. Can we bypass?" He turned at his waist again, "Grosh do-do you see that lag? If I can't bypass, we'll have to shut systems down in the Aft sections." And Noah almost immediately sweated how Debbie would take that news when her replicators- and holo-environment- went down.

Grumbling, Grosh nodded and leaned into the service panel. "I'm sure you should be able to bypass..." His words trailed off as he set his scanner aside and began to move isolinear chips from slot to slot, only a few needed to be moved. "That should do it." The Tellarite grunted and replaced the panel cover. He stood and turned towards where Noah was seated. His hooves clicking slightly on the deckplates as he moved towards his comrade.

"Hand tight, Noah, we are checking." , Nico Oliveria's voice came over the comm. Noah stayed manning his board, his fingers drifting and tapping at his console display. He grimaced.

"It's still-" he started. But Nico Oliveria's voice broke in again.

"I think it's a bad sensor. Ensign, bypass the error and proceed."

"Uh-understood Sir, I'm bypassing now." Noah again moved quickly and did as he was told- fingers swiped and redirected icons and displays of the main computer's schematics to other systems. It flashed green- not an optimal green, but green-yellow.

Grosh clapped a hand on Noah's shoulder. "That's better eh?" He said, observing the change in status light. "We'll have this update done in no time." He moved to another service panel nearby and lowered himself to the floor again. He removed the panel covering and set to work on this set of isolinear chips.

Noah's wide smile tilted to the side, "Heh yeah. Th-thanks Grosh."

[Main Bridge]
[Deck 1]

"Computer Control to Bridge. Download Beta-16 confirmed. Reorient subspace antennae for Download Delta-16."

Victoria shifted in her seat and looked over her LCARS terminal, swiping through a few panels and sending a sequence to the shipboard computer. On the exterior of the ship, the subspace antennae refocused to a precise frequency.

She tapped her commbadge. "This is Lieutenant Cross on the bridge, we are go for download of Delta-16, Engineering, prepare to compile the download and redistribute it to the computer core as necessary. Pathfinder sends her regards, crew."

Victoria leaned back, turning to look over her shoulder to Captain Kodak. "Skipper, we've got a new LCARS download bounced straight from home, fancy that?"

"So kind of them to keep us in the loop, even out here," the Captain smirked across to Cross in response. "Suppose that's a benefit of being in communications range with Pathfinder," Kodak said, eyeing the familiar interface of his chair's console and already lamenting the forthcoming change.

Like everyone else, the Chameloid had been learning the new system on the LCARS training simulator Starfleet had transmitted the week prior. There hadn't been time to get to it before heading over to Hukatuse but now that they were headed out into the black again, the Captain had relented to some simulator time. And going by the simulator, Kodak wasn't a fan.

"Thoughts on the incoming interface update?" he asked Cross, leveraging a curious gaze her way. There was something…more to that look; something unstated and almost testing. It was as if her response would have, perhaps, more impact than Cross might realize. Golden Chameloid cat-eyes blinked slowly back at the Assistant Chief Operations Officer.

"Skipper, truth be told, I'm excited that Starfleet is pushing out new technology for us to fiddle with. I'm sure with the right time and training in all departments with the new systems, we'll see efficiency and general improvements across the board. That being said, I can't promise it'll be seamless, but if someone tells you technology's without it's hiccups, they're trying to sell you a bridge somewhere."

She patched through to Engineering. "Bridge to Engineering. What's the status?"

[Main Engineering: Lower Level]
[Deck 7]

"B-balsam to Engineering. Puh-please check ODN Node 56-88-Aft-Ventral. I'm detecting a data lag through it. Should I bypass?"

The comm message ripped the Chief Engineer out of his reverence. He realized he had been chewing his nails, worrying over his Ashka's fate. Nico relished the distraction and bounded out of his office. Surprised to see Leighton standing at the console in engineering, he smirked, "Mr. Romanowski, check the readout, please." Tapping his combadge, Nico continued, "Hang tight, Noah, we are checking."

Leighton stood at the diagnostic console as he input the commands to check the indicated ODN node that Balsam was reporting. Leighton had been running function tests as the data packets were being uploaded, but he was also the immediate troubleshooter being in engineering. He scanned the readout on his computer screen before looking over to the chief engineer. "Looks like ODN node 56-88 is reading a file corruption in the secondary processing systems sir," Leighton reported as he looked to Nico.

"Huh, Odd," Nico responded, placing a finger on his pursed lips. "Then why does the master board show green?" Nico indicated the primary board, which should have been yellow if any ODN section's node was compromised. Nico rubbed his chin briefly and shrugged, "I think it's a bad sensor. Ensign, bypass the error and proceed."

"Uh-understood Sir, I'm bypassing now." the youth said over the comm.

Leighton input a few commands into the diagnostic panel so he could confirm that the ODN nodes status sensor was indeed faulty. He gave a slight nod as he readout the report from the console, "ODN Node 56-88's primary status sensor shows it is operating in negative mode." Leighton then looked up at Nico, "Looks like the new data packaged caused a minor surge that fried it. It must've been on it's last legs anyway."

"It was," Parsons spoke up from his own position at the console. "We've been keeping an eye on that particular bank. Took some damage during the run in with Subrek's ship," he named the First Maje. "We did a patch job but we've been delaying replacing any modules until they outright failed. Which I guess is now," the young ensign nodded to Leighton before looking to Oliveria — eyes bereft of the anger they'd once held for the Chief. Therapy did wonders, apparently. "Want me to head down there, sir?"

Nico shrugged at the engineer, "We can leave it for Delta shift. It shouldn't affect the deployment." He smiled, forced, remembering his recent decision on the bridge that had dredged up old memories and the guilt he still felt from what he had been forced to order Parsons to do.

"Delta shift it is then," Parsons nodded. "Wanted to stay up here if possible anyway. This is exciting," the young engineer said, the corners of his lips tugging upwards into an almost-grin. Rarely was Parsons this excited about anything but apparently, a new LCARS interface was something he was rather passionate about.

Leighton glanced over at Parsons with an amused expression. It was refreshing to see him in his element, especially given how uptight he had been back on the station. Leighton also agreed with his sentiments to a degree. New computer systems were always intriguing to him. Before joining the ship, the new LCARS interface had been mentioned as coming soon. It was the first major update to the LCARS system within the past decade, but as with all new computer updates, there were undoubtedly going to be teething issues.

"I just hope that they debugged the back porting protocols before they pushed this out to us. The scuttlebutt was that some systems were having trouble integrating the data modules from the old system into the new one without having to manually recode everything," Leighton offered as he watched his screen as the new data pack commenced downloading.

Nico tapped the panel to get Leighton's attention, "That's why we have a backup. I can tell you right now, I'm not manually recoding a damn thing." The Engineer chuckled, "Work smarter, not harder. We are in the Delta Quadrant after all," he paused to hold up air quotes, grinning, "Oh, no we didn't get the download, bummer."

"That would be a bummer," Parsons nodded as if he didn't understand the Chief Engineer's sarcasm. "The new LCARS system has been specifically designed to speed up response times and increase ease of function. Instead of so much tapping and manual entry, slide configurations can be used to more quickly access needed functions. It's pretty neat, honestly," he commented, eyes glued to the status report on his display.

Nico made to reply before deciding to just move past the remark with a head shake and grin at the Ensign, who was already focused again on the console.

[Main Bridge]

Victoria Cross' panel lit up and pinged a communications signal incoming, data only. It was the next packet of data that Engineering and Computer Control needed.

Kodak noticed the communications chime and pointed at Cross' panel. "I do believe that's for you, Lieutenant," he said, leaning back in his chair and folding his arms over his barrel chest. He wasn't pouting or anything but the Chameloid wasn't exactly hiding that he wasn't as excited about this change as it seemed others were.

Victoria stood to stretch her legs, leaning slightly over her console. She looked over the data upload from the remote server and did her best to parse the information, before touching an orange panel on her LCARS and sequencing it's transfer to Ethe Computer Core. "Computer Core, Bridge. Next packet is down to you now, mates. Skipper isn't sure about the new OS change, so please try to keep this a smooth pill to swallow, right?"

[Computer Control]

"Data stream is open. Subspace array online to receive... and we are receiving," Chief Basheer replied to the Bridge. And again what had been quiet turned into a bustling murmur of authorization codes, status reports and diagnostics. "Confirm Delta-16, authorization Basheer Theta Theta-71-Upsilon," he paused for the computer to authenticate, "Let's go team. This is the last leg. I don't want any mistakes. We don't need to be a sitting duck in the middle of uncharted territory." He turned to Grosh.

"Lets hope we don't need those backup systems," Basheer said to the Tellarite with a head jut. "Romanowski was reporting that some of the legacy systems aboard are tetchy with the new boot architecture." He arched an eyebrow and looked back at Balsam. "I think he's trying to monitor the LMH's matrix... we really need to redesign the LMH's system. It's over twenty years old."

Grosh shrugged. "Let's hope." He said with the Tellarite version of a supportive smile to Basheer. He replaced the last of the isolinear chip in the panel and the closed it. He stood and brushed off his knees. "We can for sure add the LMH to the list for updates."

[Main Bridge]

Captain Kodak activated the holographic interface of his chair, pulled up a progress bar widget for the update process, and then grabbed and threw the glowing mass at the main viewscreen. It flattened there, transferring from the Bridge's holo-emitters to the viewscreen's display itself. Having a countdown to completion but informative but, his eyes now unable to escape the sight of the ticking timer, Kodak wondered if he hadn't made a mistake. Like watching a tea kettle you can't stop looking at, the Captain thought to himself. This was made worse given that the timer widget was already displaying in the style of the new LCARS aesthetic.

"Gods," Kodak rasped, his chuckle disbelieving, "why do I hate how that looks so much?" It was, perhaps, a self-deprecating admission. "Captains are supposed to embrace change and lead the charge. But when I look at that," he gestured with two fingers, perhaps reminiscent of recreational shuttle attendants as they indicated exit hatches, "I'd swear it literally hurts my eyes."

"Aboard the *Rendlesham*, my old Captain had the exact same words for a bridge and corridor refit. It has previously resembled a [i]Voyager[/i]-class' but following a trip to drydock in Sol we got bumped up a letter grade and the boat's interiors were slick, well lit, and carpetless apart from quarters. The problem is, he was a Bolian with an art degree, so the color chosen rubbed him the wrong way for the next two years. What I'm saying is, I suppose, Skip, of we want to change the look maybe we should look into it after the upgrade and before we return to the Alpha Quadrant?"

At the mention of retiring the carpet-everywhere aesthetic, Kodak actually laughed. "Carpet removal I can get behind. Even on a Defiant-class like the Defender," he mentioned a ship he'd served on many years prior, "someone in ship design thought carpet was a good idea. It wears out and gets dirty with so much trampling on it, though. Should have seen Ensign Themis trying to remove the mud stains after the Tenebrair away mission..." He shivered just remembering how full of soupy mud that particular planet had been.

"But you make a good point," Kodak nodded, relenting a bit. "Orders are orders. Can't do much about it until after the upgrade is installed. Maybe I could ask Mr. Balsam to code an old-style LCARS emulator for me. Run it in parallel on top of the new system to save me from a lot of irritated eye twitching," he chuckled.

"I'm absolutely sure we could do something like that, sir. The engineering crew on here can work miracles. Heck, mate, the engineers of any Starfleet vessels could probaby pull off a miracle if you told them something couldn't be done. I've heard stories that are head-spinning." She leaned back in her chair, looking over to the Skipper, before turning back to her console. "Minor data loss with the transfer, Engineering. Seems the path for the relay is being blocked by a migrating cloud of extra-solar lifeforms, so you know what to do - any lost data packets should be resubmitted from the station proper as soon as possible, if there's any problems, or else we've got a few hours ahead of us programming a patch job."

"Oh no," Kodak commented sarcastically, "the update's being slowed down. Guess we'd better call it a day and try again in another month or two." He sounded half serious for a moment before shaking his head. "I couldn't get that lucky. But if those lifeforms want to keep swimming in the data stream, they won't get any complain from me," the Captain chuckled wearily. Though it'd been a couple of days since Wang had healed him up proper, the Chameloid still felt tired from his experience aboard the station. Kidnappings and thoracic disruptor blasts tended to have that affect on people he supposed.

To Cross' point about miracle workers, Kodak nodded. "I've seen Chief Oliveria and his people pull off some pretty impressive feats. But for every act of engineering heroics they do, there's at least several weeks' worth of boring maintenance jobs in between them. I suppose something like this has got to be exciting, though," he shrugged, imagining the team down in the engine room and computer core salivating (or more) to the new upgrades.

Victoria would peer over at Captain Kodak as he quibbled and jokingly complained about the upgrade, hoping for delays. She stretched her arms and back and stood, twisting her hips, and sat down, exhaling a breath. "Well, Captain. It's like getting a shot. You may not want one, but the hypospray isn't going anywhere until you do. To neglect our boat is to ask for serious problems down the road, you know, and it's better now than later. Chief probably has a lot more fire in his stomach about this than I do. It'll be easy! Piece of piss compared to the last few weeks!"

"Piece...of piss?" Kodak's right eye actually twitched a little as he tried to decipher that particular phrase. "Isn't piss more typically a stream?" he wondered. Perhaps Cross' phrasing was just an idiom from her little corner of origin -- Germany, where he'd grown up himself, certainly had their fair share of those, too. "Piece or stream, though, I think I get your meaning. I'd much rather deal with an ugly-as-sign OS update than an angry Kazon with advanced technology at our heels."

"Right. She'll be right, is what I'm saying. You can take the girl out of 'straya but you can't take the 'straya out of the girl. I'm sorry, sir. I was saying the situation will be easy compared to how it's been. I'll tone down the folksy talk on the bridge," She snickered, looking over to him. "Operations, be ready for a complete LCARS reset, if the situation calls for it." She said, tapping her combadge.

"Basheer to Bridge, Engineering. Download complete," the Chief Systems Specialist stated over the comm. In the background, a pair of his team could be heard locking in and securing the last pieces of the final download sequence. "We are ready to initiate a full shut down of the computer core and subprocessors.". He said. Noah said something to the Chief, unintelligible, in the background. " Understood. Bridge I recommend we go to Yellow Alert. Engineering, its in your hands. We'll monitor emergency backups."

"Understood," the Captain rasped, knowing his voice would filter to multiple locations via the comm. "Going to Yellow Alert," he nodded to Cross to initiate such. "Good luck everyone. Please don't let this blow up in our faces." It might be hard to tell from audio only down in Engineering and the computer core but it might sound like Kodak was either slightly amused or expecting calamity. Or maybe both?

[Engineering]

"We're ready up here," Captain Kodak announced, his voice filtering through the speakers embedded around the engine room.

Nico nodded as though the Captain could see him and turned to his team, "Stand by gray mode, shift all essential systems to local control," ordering the ship into an almost totally unpowered state, shifting control from the main computer systems like life-support, sickbay, and fusion control would be managed independently by their control nodes. Similar to submarines of old Earth navies before the formation of United Earth.

The final system to move to manual control would be the containment fields for antimatter storage, "Mr. Parsons, take the warp core offline and place magnetic bottles under emergency power. Shift containment to your local control," giving arguably the most sensitive system to control over to the Ensign, "Report when ready."

Parsons nodded as well, all business now that specific tasks had been assigned. Deft fingers danced across his console, triggering the dimming of the warp core's glow as the matter/anti-matter reactions were slowly titrated down to nothing. Once the core had dimmed entirely, the ensign grabbed at the air slightly above his controls and, as if grasping and tossing a softball, lobbed a holographic version of them into the air. The magnetic constrictors were represented by rectangular shapes that adjusted up and down in relation to their control level.

"Ready Chief," Parsons nodded to Oliveria, keeping his eyes trained on the aerial readout of glowing amber shapes.

[TAG anyone else in engineering as things begin to power down.]

Leighton looked at his status board before glancing over at Nico, "All non-engineering systems show they are operating in grey mode. Life support controls have been transferred to localized auxiliary control."

"Bridge, we are in gray mode; all essential systems are now under local control. Computer Control, Mr. Balsam, it's your show." Nico folded his arms across his chest and looked around. Most of the panels in engineering were darkened, and the thrum of the warp core was absent. It feels like we are rigged for silent running," he murmured.

"Understood," came Kodak's clipped reply from above-decks.

"Computer control to Engineering. We are ready down here. Mr. Balsam will be leading us through the update.". Chief Basheer reported.

Computer Control

The lights fell low. On all but the most essential terminals, a languid alert icon pulsed much like the symbol for yellow or red alert status but minimal. The ship was officially in standby mode- gray alert. No sound. Just the slow, methodical repetition of the console flashing white and gray patterns of the alert status. Noah remembered it last from when he'd boarded the ship at Earth. When he was a cadet.

"Alright Ensign, this is your show," Basheer said, folding his arms. Noah's look back was one of trepidation. He'd heard Basheer's communication to Engineering a moment ago. He hadn't enjoyed his morning shift as Lead. And right now his mucking up some of the kernel back during that photonic entity crisis haunted him. Basheer read his face in the white ambience. "Time to fly, Noah. Those wings aren't going to get any bigger." He wrapped his knuckles on the console, "Lead on deck, eyes up and center, Sahibs!" He sidestepped.

Noah smoothed his hands down his eyes and lifted from his stool. He assumed Basheer's spot who passed by and put his hands behind his back. "Oh-okay," Noah breathed out in a small voice. He looked around the group. "Grosh, ple-please monitor the kernel essentials and if we go too far above the red line, we'll abort. We don't want to lose structural integrity." Noah turned to a pair, "Crewmen Reeve, Fuches, you're monitoring the sub-processors dispersing the new system to all ship's peripherals."

Grosh nodded. "You got it ." He winked playfully before opening his tricorder. He expertly adjusted his settings and calibrated the device to assist him in keeping an eye on the kernel essentials. His tricorder ready, he moved to an free computer station and made himself at home.

Basheer nodded once, "The rest of us. Are-are going to start plugging in the recursives first. Then the primes. "I-I-I'll monitor the red lines and provide authorizations as needed." He blinked and touched his badge, "Computer Control to Engineering. Requesting clearance upgrade for-for system install."

There was a pause before the reply as the Chief Engineer checked the readings from engineering. "You are a go for deployment, "his reply echoed around the room.

"Thank you." Noah's voice was small again. He blinked. "Computer, run execution program Alpha-16-Recursive." His eyes closed to focus on the words, "Set to torrent deploy, starting with Level 0 systems. Authorization Balsam Iota 71 Iota Charlie Delta 6 Ampersand." The computer chirped. "Execute." His eyes cast down quickly and the data started coming in hot- hot for everyone, a cascading stream of information.

Noah's fingers moved swiftly. He was swiping at downloaded data packets and pushing them toward their appropriate isolinear grid zones. "Status?" He asked after a long twenty seconds.

Turning a human phrase, "So far so good." The Tellarite Ensign said, his eyes still trained on the readouts, which indicated they were still within the safe range. He tilted his head to the left to crack his neck, this system update was straining stuff.

There was a dull murmur which felt like it was stretching into minutes. Keys on the already barebones LCARS display graphic would blink in and out. Until, finally, the entire system seemed to drop into black silence. Even the Condition Gray icons disappeared, though some of the alert displays kept up a lazy beat of white. The Sojourner hung in space, silent and dark.

Noah was counting in his head. When he reached thirty seconds, he started to sweat. Something wasn't right. They- no, He had missed something. Some step. While he opened his mouth to ask for a status report there was suddenly a hum.

The hum grew. It changed into the audible oscillations of the ship coming back to life. Screens began to pulse back to life but in the place of the blues and grays there was a very new- albeit more complicated- gray and coral colored display. Noah looked at Basheer who, after a moment, realized that the young Ensign was looking for guidance. "Check in with the core systems," Basheer whispered.

"Ye-yes," Noah's fingers started to move quickly. This wasn't his usual position. He'd only manned it a couple of times today. "Systems reports, please." Noah asked. He meanwhile punched in his codes. "The kernel systems are online... the download is matriculating through out the-the subprocessors."

"Sickbay is at 72% prime, 82% recursive and climbing," A Crewman reported.

"Lateral sensor array is online. Running diagnostics." Another said.

Noah tapped his badge, "Bridge this is Computer Control. The upload is moving through critical systems now. Do you have control?"

[Bridge]

"Bridge this is Computer Control. The upload is moving through critical systems now. Do you have control?"

Victoria quickly looked over her console as the update went through, and after a moment, she attempted a basic command level function, which was standing up and swiping her hand down across the lights of the environmental LCARS on the wall, turning the lights of the Bridge off and then, just as quickly, back on.

She tapped her badge. "Fair dinkum, CC, we have control up here, thank you!"

She turned to Captain Kodak. "Skippa', anything on fire over there? Is the replicator stuck on "banana, hot"?"

Kodak, for his part, had wanted a more comprehensive test than just turning the lights off and back on. While Cross had been running her hands up and down the light panels, he'd stepped over to the replicator built into the wall at the back of the bridge. The Captain wasn't typically one to enjoy a beverage from the center chair but he decided to take the opportunity to order a cup of kaffe. Rather than verbally place an order, however, he used the new LCARS display to tap-tap-tap his order, selecting his favorite variety of German coffee. The color scheme was still garish but he couldn't deny that it took less work to accomplish the task.

After the cup materialized, Kodak lifted it in a toasting motion to Cross before taking an experimental sip. "It's hot...but no banana?" He wasn't quite sure where that particular intersection of things came from but maybe hot bananas were something the Operations officer enjoyed?

"Good. I heard a horror story where the replicator was stuck on 'Banana, hot' and wouldn't stop producing hot bananas. Filled a deck on another ship, and you know, that's one thing we don't need. Seems like everything is up and at 'em with the new update, sir!" She said with a smile, and tapped her combadge. "G'day, Ops and Engineering! This is Ops Chief Cross, and I just wanted to let you all know that it seems that the update has finalized up here. The captain has some nice tea and I recommend you all take some time for yourselves today and do the same! Give yourselves a pat on the back, Sojos! Cross out."

A Post By:

Captain Björn Kodak
Commanding Officer

Lieutenant Commander Victoria Cross
Chief Operations Manager

Lieutenant Nico Oliveria
Chief Engineer

Lieutenant JG Leighton Romanowski
Assistant Chief of Operations

Ensign Grosh Frav
Engineer

Ensign Noah Balsam
Systems Specialist

Ensign Sheila Mulhern
Engineer

Ensign Sheldon Parsons
Junior Engineer