[Galaxy] Fwd: [Yorktown] 2161.09.29 JL Cameron/Bolenski- Consequences

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~~Armory, Yorktown~~
 

Snarling outloud, Ensign Macallester Bolenski signed off on the list of  
replacement parts. Mildly cursing the stack of paperwork- I thought the  goal 
of computers was to make a paperless society! Bolenski signed off on  
another stack, then another stack, and then a THIRD stack of paperwork. The  list 
of un repairable damaged equipment was quite long and impressive. The  list 
of consumable items- such as disposable air circulation filters to remove  
smoke from battle and fights- was quite long. The list of replacement parts  
required for battle was far too long and far too expensive. Spatial 
Torpedoes  run about 12 million credits each, the modified upgrades to make them  
"specials" kicked the price tag to 15 million credits. Running down to 5  
torpedoes forward and 2 aft gave a financial butchers bill around 1.1 BILLION  
credits. Somewhere back in Star Fleet's Accounting Office, there's going to 
be  some little bean counter who is going to have serious job security 
counting  the parts to make the new replacement torpedoes for Yorktown to shoot in 
the  next battle.

Mac took a drink of his coffee. The vile tasting liquid he forced himself  
to drink that he'd spiked with vitamins, stimulants, proteins and essential  
minerals had reached room temperature. Giving a baleful stare at the 
stacked  PADD's that required his signature he then turned the baleful stare to 
his  Boss, the Honorable Lt. Commander Nat Cameron who managed to skate out of 
 doing all the paperwork. All because he had been up on the bridge doing 
heroic  things, whatever heroic things the Captain and the XO weren't doing at 
the  time.
 

"YOU" Mac glared at him while trying not to whimsically smile "Are one  
lucky guy to skate on doing this paperwork. Unfortunately the reg's work in  
YOUR favor- "The Officer of the Watch is responsible for all expenditures  
while on their shift". Which means while YOU'RE up on the bridge doing  
whatever you're supposed to do on the bridge, I'm stuck down here burning up  our 
limited supplies" Frowning "Serious business here Mr. Cameron- we've blown  
over a billion credits in the past 6 weeks or so. Just pencil whipping up 
some  figures there's a middle'n fair chance Yorktown may end up being 
scrapped".  When scared Mac sang silly songs to break the tension. When studying 
figures  while concentrating Mac's State of Wyoming/Montanna's western drawl 
came out.  When telling jokes to pick up ladies usually involved getting his 
face  slapped. "My figures is Yorktown cost about 5 billion credits to build. 
Our  repair costs- and potential upgrades if we get that much drydock time- 
is  going to kill between 6 and 8 billion" Saying outloud to himself "Just 
to  replace that one power line that flashed open near the transporter room 
is  going to cost 1 million credits per meter and its 288 feet long..." 
Mac's  voice trailed off. "In the repair business we would call the customer and 
say  "sorry, uneconomical to repair".
 
Nat smiled and replied, "Well Mr. Bolenski, someone has to train junior  
officers to be senior officers. Perhaps it is expensive to repair the Fighting 
 Lady, but it'd be even more expensive to build an entirely new ship."
 
"I suppose. Still the war should be slowing down- I mean how much farther  
is it to this Romulan planet anyway?" Mac mused outloud "Still better we're 
in  their space on their turf than them coming to our space on our turf" 
Pausing  "Repair ship, Collier, Spacedock or Scrapyard at least we're still 
moving  forward."
 

Then in all seriousness "Nat, I'm really worried about setting off that  
dilithium. There's going to be a hearing- I've pulled a few strings thanks to  
my law firm to buy some time for Yorktown and the Intrepid's Officers and 
that  Captain Armstrong guy. But seriously there's rules in war and by 
setting off  that 100,000 tons of weapons grade? We bent those rules into a bow 
tie shape.  The bean counters are going to be furious- that much dilithium 
would power the  entire star fleet for what? 12 to 15 years or so? The 
Astronomers are going to  become furious over the next 200 light years as that part 
of the sky floods  all frequencies- everything from infrared to hard cosmic 
radiation. The  PETA/Sierra Club/Save the Whales people are going to be 
furious that all night  vision critters are going to be flash blinded for 
several months, maybe even a  year". Grinning "Nice thing to have on my resume eh? 
OFFICER IN CHARGE OF  SETTING OFF THE LARGEST INTENTIONAL EXPLOSION TO 
HUMANS EVER DONE". Taking a  breath "Teacup cannons, Spatial Specials, and now 
this?" Shaking his head no  "Won't be long before Star Fleet cuts me new 
orders to be recalled back to  BuWep's to work on new fresh experimental 
hardware I'm betting"
 
 
Nat  got serious and replied, "Mr. Bolenski, you did as you were ordered as 
did the  rest of the crew. I could care less what any bean counter or 
whacko group  says. They weren't here and we didn't lose anyone."

 

"I dunno. I'm glad we didn't lose anyone in battle. I'm starting to  wonder 
if we're getting better or if the Romulans are getting  worse?"

 
Lt. Commander Nat Cameron
Chief Armory Officer
NX-05 Yorktown
 
            &
Ensign Mac Bolenski
NX-05 Yorktown




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