Maintenance call
Posted on Thu Aug 5th, 2021 @ 9:29pm by Lieutenant Myne Redal & Lieutenant M'Tuuri Sh'iss [S'hib]
Edited on on Thu Dec 23rd, 2021 @ 2:43pm
Mission:
Season 5: Episode 2: Operation Save Humanity
Location: Deck 31 - CDID
Timeline: Current
2132 words - 4.3 OF Standard Post Measure
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The Intel Network Data Centre and Computer Complex, INDCCC. "Do you have to add the 'and' to that? INDCACC? Sounds Klingon to be honest, sheesh, why didn't they just name it Secret Computers? Or Fancy Pansy Computers? Much easier to abbreviate to SC or FPC!" Myne mused to herself as she walked, tools in her trusty shoulder bag. Tactical received a request to run a system diagnostic and even maintenance on the, erm, INDCCC computers. And since Myne was in tactical at the time doing Myne things and cross off tasks that needed to be done for the day, left over from the previous shift, she decided why not? Might as well get more hands on experience whenever she could.
Arriving at the pompously named department, she chimed the door and waited, swinging gently from the soles of her feet to her tiptoes and back. She even began to whistle gently as she waited to be called in, her head already far away day dreaming on several topics already. Mostly Earth culture, since she actually did find something interesting. A king from a desert nation in Earth's ancient history with a wealth that would make even the wealthiest of Ferengi jealous. And that thought she found infinitely amusing.
M'Tuuri meanwhile was asleep at a desk that was not hers, though she had sat in its grand leather chair far longer than any department head, which by her standards meant it belonged to her. "Ugh..." She yawned as she slowly got up, taking the time to stretch as she left the office and walked silently towards the door, pausing briefly before pressing the control panel.
The door opened swiftly, retreating into the alcove to Myne's right as two sharp eyes expanded into thick black orbs. "You'rrr late, which meant I fell asleep... but I didn't sssleep for long, which means you'rrr early... and I don't like peopurrl who are early." She half purred before smiling and walking further into the CDID. "Anyway, you want a coffee? I'm having a coffee..." She half mumbled, vanishing behind the numerous cubicles and stained plexiglass walls.
Myne blinked a few times as she saw the Caitian in front of her. "Ooooh you are really fluffy!! So much fur!! You look even cooler than in the Ferengi comics I read!" She chirped cheerfully. "If you want I can come back later? Did you know Humans had a scientists that did an experiment with a Caitian that made the Caitian immortal based on the fact that it was locked in a box and it lives forever till the day someone opened the box!"
Entering after the strange sleepy lieutenant, Myne just kept talking nervously. "And no, no coffee please. It is a horrible, terrifying beverage. I think Humans used it for torture and just developed a dependence to it. It tastes absolutely horrid. Do you have anything Ferengi or Trill? Maybe Klingon?" She asked curiously as she followed after the woman through the cubicles and getting lost. "Hello? Did you disappear? Can you turn invisible? This place is really strange and confusing!"
"Boo." M'Tuuri purred as she silently walked out behind Myne, grasping her steaming mug with both paws. "Got my coffee, did you sssay something?"
Turning around to look at the fellow officer she nodded. "Yes, quite a lot actually. I told you about a Human ancient experiment on immortal Caitians, a very serious criticism on that coffee sludge and curiosity over the complicated, labyrinthian layout of this place. I can repeat everything word by word if you want." She offered politely looking curiously at the Caitian.
"Purrlease don't..." M'Tuuri sighed as she quickly brought the mug up to her lips. "Just," She muttered, blinking her eyes closed in frustration. "come with me."
Her words growled out of the top of her mug as she slowly turned and walked off, lazily moving down and around the office complex, heading towards the far side of the large room.
"Are you sure? I said some really interesting and cool stuff. Hey, did they make you also learn about Earth culture stuff when you came aboard? The XO seems quite interested in that." Myne kept talking as she followed M'Tuuri, not getting the hint that she is frustrating the office. Instead she obliviously followed her and kept yapping her mouth. "By the way, are we even allowed to sleep while on duty?! Is that part of the regs on the ship? Wonder if my chief will let me sleep on duty. Do you think the command crew takes naps while on the bridge?"
"Look, whatever yourrr name isss..." M'Tuuri growled, after muttering yes or no to every question throw at her till then. "You're here to do a job I requrrsted done yesturrday," She growled as they approached the far end of the room, stopping briefly at a large reinforced bulkhead to open the door to the network data centre.
"ssso if you could do it as quickly asss you talk, that would be great." M'Tuuri hissed as she stood to one side, extending a paw inside for her to enter first.
"Oh my name is not 'whatver', it is Myne Redal. Also, erm... I am pretty sure your request was not marked as high priority. The department has to prioritized based on urgency and importance. If I may offer helpful advice, next time mark it does as a urgent in case it is a critical request or issue." Myne offered helpfully as she passed M'Tuuri to enter the network data center.
"Oh? Actually most of the work you requested does rely on large automated programs feeding me data based on their analysis of your systems, no way to really rush them. Though I could do a rush job if you wanted, but you know, you then can expect rush results." The Trill continued to speak as she stepped up to the console and took out her custom PADD from her satchel, and started to work. Apparently working with her attention focused on the console did not detract from her ability to keep talking. "So, you want it fast and cheap, or properly time consuming and thorough? The Ferengi usually like it fast and cheap, it saves up on Latinum, and it is nice to see other officer such as yourself subscribe to that mentality. Not enough people appreciate the Ferengi way of doing things."
M'Tuuri, still in the doorway, her tail thrashing against the bulkhead was starting to contemplate ways on making this Trill be silent, none of them being temporary. "It's a system diagnostic, not sex, just get it done quickly." She snapped, moving up beside Myne to monitor what she was doing.
"Sex? You have sex here? I haven't had sex in thirty and some years." The Trill in her mid twenties mused. "Alright, quick, cheap and dirty it is!! Let's just hope nothing needs a deeper analysis, but I guess you want me to skip over those since they are time consuming." There is nothing mean or snarky in her words, if anything Myne seems to be taking everything that M'Tuuri says at face value and even literally. She just replies honestly without much a filter on as she keeps working. With the PADD placed on the console she seems to quickly move between the two, ordering several diagnostic programs to start running in parallel as she goes through the systems of the data center. Despite Myne being Myne, she seems to really know what she is doing, taking her job rather seriously despite the way she keeps trying to make conversation with M'Tuuri.
"Yes, well... back to the sssystem diagnostic." M'Tuuri frowned before taking a sip of coffee, somewhat hiding her glare at the side of the other woman's face from behind the mug. "File rrtrieval has crawled to a sssnail's purrce as of late, I sssuspect it to be the fact that we have had a high turnover of command codes... and the old ones haven't been scrrrubbed from the ssystem fully." She continued, moving closer to Myne, invading any semblance of personal space to reach over her left paw and type just above Myne's own hands.
"There, sssee... these files aren't even rrrestricted yet the computer is asking arrround for clearance." M'Tuuri mewed, as she looked up at the screens, her ears tilting back in annoyance.
"Back to? We didn't even leave the system diagnostic, it's been running ever since I started working at the console." Myne chuckled and shook her head, not raising her gaze from the console to look at the fellow officer. "Oh I see what you mean, it has quite the late response times. Yeeeeep, that's a nice catch, actually quite a few old command codes. Basically, the system has built up quite a backlog it has to go each time you request a file, that's why you are getting slow responses."
As M'Tuuri invaded her personal space, Myne didn't react. She really didn't mind, nor did she have any clue on what to do in such a situation if she did mind. "I think those files were never, erm, restricted in the first place. Seems like whomever administered this database did not impose a blanket restriction on the database itself. And some of these files were saved at later dates without restricting them when saved." She explained the data she was receiving from the diagnostic programs. "But that shouldn't be a problem, since we're doing a rush job, right?"
"No thisss needs fixing... fully, otherwise the computurr is going to start reallocating grresources from other networksss around the shipurr just so I can open an audio log." M'Tuuri mused, reaching over Myne's hands again to type on the console. "In fact it already isss, it's running sssome clearance codes through securrrity, and think I know why... " She murred, turning her head slightly to Myne, catching her eye as she spoke. "The chief of securrrity was briefly the depurrtment head of the CDID, and her command codes are ssstill here... which is why the computurr is jumping through virtual hoops to get anything done."
Myne turned to look at M'Tuuri that was by her side, sustaining her gaze. "Are you really sure? You said you wanted this to be done quickly and by cutting corners. If you want this fix, it will take me a while if I am to be thorough. Think of it like arranging a drawer of socks, or of yarn balls or something. It's no way to quick fix this properly, not if you want to avoid having these issues in the future."
"Do you know how many grreports I'll have to wrrrite if people found out I knew this issue was here and told you to purrt a metaphorical band-aid on it?" She shot back, making a low trill in utter contempt at the idea. "No, let's get thisss fixed..." M'Tuuri grumbled, pausing briefly before moving her paw-like hand away from the controls, leaving it hovering in front of Myne, clawed fingers outstretched. "I'm M'Tuuri by the way..." She purred, quickly changing her attitude now she had some stake in the situation.
"Eh, writing reports is not that bad. I find it quite soothing, helps me focus. Also you didn't tell me to put a band-aid on it. Not sure how I could put a metaphorical band-aid on it actually in the first place. You told me to be quick about it!" Myne replied trying to be helpful completely missing the point.
"Oh?! The Human handshake thingy!!" She exclaimed excitedly and clumsily grabbed M'Tuuri's clawed hand, clearly new to the whole handshake ritual. "Name's Myne Redal, I am the new assistant to the chief tactical. So, time-consuming and careful it is then! Yay!! I like doing things in detail."
Taking in a deep breath she continued. "Strap in then, get a chair if you want, this will take a bit. Let's start first of all by isolating your database from the rest of the ship and take delete all the codes that the system will allow us. Then set up the current ones as default and apply a blanket restriction propriety on all of them. You can sort them later if you want by adding extra layers. Then we'll start filtering and see if the program missed any of them." She spoke excitedly as her fingers began dashing about the console, a bit wide smile on her face.
"Sounds great, you get started..." M'Tuuri purred behind a false smile as she moved towards the exit. "I'm going to get more coffee..." She added before continuing her monologue internally, "Then go stand in my office and scream!"
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Lieutenant M'Tuuri Sh'iss
Infiltration Specialist
USS Elysium
Lieutenant JG Myne Redal
Assistant Chief Operations Officer
USS Elysium