Re: [Mission 7.1] Universe at War - Battle of Nataria
“Aye, ma’am,” replied Junko as the communication ended. She stared ahead for a moment, shaking herself out from having straightened automatically when the Taisa came on the net. Quickly stowing the laptop back in the pack and moving forward past the dogleg, she triggered her helmet lamp to pierce through the now still fog in the conduit. As a precaution, she passed the burst pipe initially, pulling panels until she found the emergency cut-off valve upstream from the hole. With the flow now manually secured as well, she moved into examine the damage. The pressure had, unsurprisingly, forced through the relative weak point of a seam, where a new stretch of piping had been attached. The hole was tiny, and the amount of Molecure tape she wrapped around the pipe from the CASTER seemed superficially excessive, but she really didn’t want to risk another burst from the now even weaker seam.
Finished, she secured the CASTER and moved on, pausing to open the valve back up. The fog of ejecta lessened after a few moments of forward movement, so Junko switched her helmet lamp off again. Just as the ambient temperature of conduits began to decrease, she reached the generator itself. Part of the device extended slightly into the conduit; she pulled away the surrounding panels as she jacked the laptop into a data port on the exposed surface. The status from Charisma showed that the new power flow path had been updated; Junko ducked into the narrow cavity alongside the generator that contained the connectors for the power unit. The requirement for her to physically change the connection was purely for security’s sake; it wouldn’t do for the couplings to accidentally start feeding twice as much power as the generator was designed to handle. It was a simple matter of rotating the linking cuff, pulling back the safety latch, and letting the power run rest in the convenient slip below the coupling; then the process was reversed to attach the back-up run. In total, Junko was satisfied that the whole setup was properly secured and, when she had wriggled back out of the cavity and glanced at the laptop, it was clear that the diagnostic indicators agreed.
She had almost activated the intercom to call for the system to be restarted when a mild fit of engineering paranoia came over her. Keying in the parameters, she set the generator’s internal diagnostics to take a quick peek around. There were no obvious errors, no flashing red indicators on the laptop’s screen; but what attracted her eye and disturbed her far more than any superficial damage could was the reading of absolute normalcy from the temperature sensors. Even with everything in the pylon shut down, the residual heat in the monitoring probes should have registered. Pulling away paneling to expose another cavity, she slipped in and rapidly typed in the codes to open a small hatch on the side of the generator. There was too little space to both work in the cavity and have her head in position to see into the hatch; instead, she worked by feel and memory alone. Fortunately, her training had been quite thorough and a moment later she pulled back, a circuit board in her grasp. Taking a casual look at it, noting the short circuit from the melted probe leads, she tossed it aside. Back in the conduit, she turned over onto her back and pulled away a panel above her, marked with the tiny stenciling indicated a component locker. After a few seconds of sifting through the part tags she found the correct replacement and a moment later had it back in place and the hatch shut once again.
Idly wringing her hands as she studied her handiwork, Junko allowed herself a brief moment of deep professional satisfaction. It was, perhaps, a bit premature as the shield generator wasn’t back up and running again, and so she brought back up the system diagram and opened the intercom. “Bridge, Takeda. I’ve completed repairs and I’m requesting an emergency restart of the coolant circulation system. It would be best to bring the shield generator up more slowly. And if someone could standby with the emergency shutoff, I would appreciate it; I’d rather not be incinerated accidentally down here.”