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Chapter 1: Just the right shape
Space, a wild expanse of what is mostly void, but every once and then there is a mass of gas so bright is light crosses it all and brings life of all kinds….creating miracles.
Jim Kirk had always been reaching for space and the next discovery and aboard the Enterprise, he could. It was all in his grasp. For all that, sometime you’re so eager to look at the horizon, that you forget that wonders can also be found much closer.
He is doing so now, actually he is holding it. The lanky angular form lying comfortably against his chest was his own miracle.
Who would have thought?
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Spock was on his way to mechanical room #4 to meet with Lieutenant Scott.
Recently, the chemistry department had developed a new coolant; the solution was made of organic chemical and synthesized gelinirium. This formula was currently being put on trial in engineering and the primary results provided by the lieutenant were promising.
At this point,however, despite his confidence on his colleague, Spock was intrigued by the performance recorded and wanted to personally judge the coolant efficacy.
After all, the scientific department was under his supervision and it was his responsibility to monitor any improvement made by his crew.
If his calculations were right, the repercussion will raise the engine efficiency by 0.746%. An advantage to not overlook in cases where higher power was necessary… like one of the Captain daring escape.
- "Ha! Commander, th’ man I was hopin’ to see!", said Scotty as soon as the Vulcan entered his domain.
Spock raised a well groomed eyebrow, wondering what was in the chef engineer mind.
- "May I inquire on your raison for that expectation?"
- "Ay. As it is, I happen to have wee job to do and ye have just th’ right shape for it." The Scot man explained, eying Spock form with a satisfied nod. "Ye don’t min’, do you?"
Spock eyebrow raised even higher at the comment, but he was now use to the man singularity and quietly followed him toward the back where the small backroom housing the cooling unit was situated. “Efter ye!”, invited Scotty broadcasting smugness. Years living among humans had taught Spock the man was simply being ‘cheeky’, as usual. By now, he was use to it and saw it as a sign of camaraderie.
- “You see, Commander”, Scotty said, scratching his head, “it is a bit ay a tight fit an’ I… may need to burst th’ gym…when I’am not ‘at busy”.
Spock was unsure about the lieutenant claim; the man had after all been squeezing himself through every nocks of the ship. Still, the other man assessment was accurate. The space between the walls and unit was indeed quite narrow and while it will not be enough to stop the man for entering, it will greatly limit the movements of a broader silhouette.
Vulcans, however, and Spock in particular, had a slim musculature and could more easily move in the available space. Also, his strength would be advantageous in taking down the protection without external help.
Soon, Scotty handled him a PADD and Spock got absorbed by his task, leaving the other man free to supervise his other duties.
- “Cheers”