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Who: Leonard McCoy
Broadcast: Yes! Fleetwide
Action: Caprine/Solace
When: Friday

[There are days when McCoy would gladly turn in his lab augment for an engineering one. After practically picking apart the Caprine and then putting her back together bolt by bolt (with a lot of help from actual engineers out there, thanks) he's about ready to airlock himself.

He's a doctor, not a goddamn mechanic. It's like learning anatomy all over again, except this time he doesn't understand a single thing. Glory be, at least, they've finally graduated to trying fix the many issues in non-essential systems.

Like the kitchen, where McCoy is now making sure it all works again, after having spent hours trying to put it all back together. Spoiler: it doesn't go well. That's why he's waving away wisps of smoke and coughing a bit when he addresses the Fleet.]

I need an engineer. Again. [Sigh.] I'll pay you the going rate. Come on over to the Caprine. It's the ship in the most pieces over here. [There goes more credits. Everything exploded again. Someone just... put him out of his misery.]

[private comm to Beverly Crusher]
[So he's starting to regret thinking that someone should put him out of his misery. Really coming to regret that.] Hey. We need to talk. Let's meet somewhere.

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[Well that doesn't sound concerning at all.]

I'm here. Can you meet me on the Iskaulit? At the surgical center?

[Since well... the Blue Fish is in no better shape than the Caprine. Not much privacy there with all the work that's going on.]

I, ah, I would offer to help but this is more something the gnomes would gleefully dig their hands into.

[ Hey, McCoy, what's up? ]

I'm not an engineer, but I can do some maintenance stuff?

I'm not an engineer, but I could come over and look into minor repairs. Do you need some money for repairs?

[No concern at all. None here. You're imagining things.]

Twenty minutes good?

[No, you're not. You're not imagining any of it.]

Uh, gnomes? You lost me.

[Hey kid, how's it been?]

Kid, if you can anything in this goddamn kitchen to actually work, you're a miracle worker.

[Or just better at this stuff than McCoy himself, which is entirely possible.]

Gnomes, they're short and really good with technology. Really clever, they live in Gnomeregan. They're from Azeroth.

I'm good for it. [Oh, is he. That's... a thing he worked out on Solace. It'll be fine.] Essentials are workin' again, but little things like this whole damned galley is still mess.

Yes, I'll be there.

[And as soon as she disconnects, she makes her way over to the surgical center. Now that they're a couple of weeks out from the attack, no one is using it at the moment, so they'll be free from prying ears - or well, as free as you can get when it comes to Atroma.

When McCoy comes in, he'll be met with a very worried-looking Beverly.]

What's going on?

And not anywhere near here, right? Great.

Unfortunately. I think Belthazar and I are the only people here from Azeroth. And I never got to meet really any gnomes outside of Dalaran. So I couldn't even learn a few thing about their technology. [Which might help now if he had.]

[ an engineer, you say? well! ] Something in need of repairing? I could come and take a look, see what I can do. [ he's almost certain there's something he can do, regardless of what it is, but he just doesn't want to sound overconfident ]]

[When McCoy comes in, he does so with purpose - and actually looks over his shoulder as he enters, as if someone would follow him onto the Iskaulit. No doubt about it: he looks troubled, a frown etched into his features and the lines around his eyes a little more pronounced. He hasn't been sleeping well the last couple of weeks, but Beverly likely already knows that; it's common knowledge he sometimes has to be forcibly pulled away from either the surgical center or the Caprine to get much-needed sleep or food. (Sometimes both.)

So the fact that he looks a little worse is likely a big red flag.]

Well... [And words completely fail him, because what the hell is he supposed to say? I ended up on someone's actual hit list because I needed money? Yeah, that's not gonna fly. Instead, he gestures helplessly, huffs a sigh, and reaches over to close the door.

Yeah, he's that paranoid.]

Here's wishin' you had. I just managed to make it about seven times worse tryin' to fix it.

Edited 2017-01-28 05:16 (UTC)

I'd appreciate it. We've got essentials back up and running, so we're spaceworthy at least. We just can't do things like cook our own food.

Sorry, my studies were pretty focused. No mage needs to understand technology. Usually.

What did you focus on?

Fire, arcane, and ice. Some potion making. A lot of the spells I learned are projectiles or a shield.

Right. Okay. [That's somehow a bunch of words that have meanings attached to them that McCoy doesn't quite get.] You're gonna have to go into a little more detail.

Ah... I can chuck fireballs, freeze limbs, arcane magic is basically magic that warps time, space, and controls the flow of mana. Our magic.

I can see where some of that would come in pretty handy. [What he wouldn't give to chuck fireballs at some people's faces.

... There are days when "do no harm" is actually a little difficult, you know.]

[His own ship repairs are complete, and he'd rather be occupied with something useful than not.]

I'm an engineer. What do you need?

We've got essential systems working again. Focused so much on those that nonessentials went by the wayside. I'd like my crew to be able to feed themselves once we get underway, for starters.

Oh, well in that case, it should be simple enough. I could take care of that for you, no problem.

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