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new ST:DSN ficlet (If All Else Fails) Miles O'Brien, G
Disclaimer: ST: Deep Space Nine belongs to Paramount, UPN, etc; they are
not mine. Written for the Station Logs Challenge found on the dsnagogog
livejournal community.
Prompt: O'Brien and the Station Computer
"If all Else Fails" by karrenia
To put it mildly, well as mildly as possible this late into his shift, Chief Miles O'Brien was not above employing more than a few choice cuss words to express his disdain for Cardassian technology.
It had become well-known and accepted fact that he had an established stance on the subject: while it was not impossible to intergrate and make the two very different technologies function; the challenge was taxing, time-consuming and very difficult.
Normally O'Brien would say that he thrived on a challenge but even had his limits and it would seem that just now those limits had been reached. The pinging of machinery and the delicately modulated tones of the
station computer stating : cannot exceed established safety parameters; please restate request."
"Ye bloody, poor excuse for burnt wiring that would shame other burnt wiring within an inch of their mechanical lives; O'Brien began twisting and turning the hydrospanner every which way that he could within
the narrow confines of the open bulkhead.
On the floor just outside of the area that he was currently working on; lay the paneling he had earlier removed. "Give me something to work with, here!" I'll restate the request otherwise you and I are going to have a very long chat."
Just at that particular moment Rom, Quark's quiet and normally reticient brother; who had shown a remarkable talent for engineering arrived, chronically late as usual, but with the requested materials.
"Chief," he began, "I brought the records we took off the freighter that docked at the station three days ago like you asked. Can I get you something else?" Rom had caught the tail-end of O'Brien's one-sided
argument, if that's what it was, with either himself or the station's computer but chose to ignore it.
After all the human had been working late, even double shifts and if anyone deserved to throw blunt instruments around helter-skelter and curse; it would have to be the Chief.
Rom could wait. He had had a lot of practice in waiting while folks worked out their frustrations with computers; he was Quark's brother, and there was experience for you.
O'Brien realized that the question if he required anything else had not come from the computer after all but from someone else standing behind and to his immediate left. He squirmed out of the narrow confines and managed to stand up and try to brush the worst of the dust and grit that had piled up on his uniform before replying: "Oh, Rom. There you are. I didn't realized you were there. Sorry about that."
"It's okay, Chief," Rom replied. "Did you want those reports on the freighter now or later."
"Now would be fine," replied O'Brien and stretched out his hand to take them from Rom.
"Ah..."Rom stammered uncertain whether he should ask or not but finally decided that he would ask. "Are you okay?"
O'Brien allowed himself a weary smile," Yeah, I'll fine, but thanks for asking. You can go now. Rom, and thanks."
Rom nodded and turned and plodded back in the direction he had come from.
not mine. Written for the Station Logs Challenge found on the dsnagogog
livejournal community.
Prompt: O'Brien and the Station Computer
"If all Else Fails" by karrenia
To put it mildly, well as mildly as possible this late into his shift, Chief Miles O'Brien was not above employing more than a few choice cuss words to express his disdain for Cardassian technology.
It had become well-known and accepted fact that he had an established stance on the subject: while it was not impossible to intergrate and make the two very different technologies function; the challenge was taxing, time-consuming and very difficult.
Normally O'Brien would say that he thrived on a challenge but even had his limits and it would seem that just now those limits had been reached. The pinging of machinery and the delicately modulated tones of the
station computer stating : cannot exceed established safety parameters; please restate request."
"Ye bloody, poor excuse for burnt wiring that would shame other burnt wiring within an inch of their mechanical lives; O'Brien began twisting and turning the hydrospanner every which way that he could within
the narrow confines of the open bulkhead.
On the floor just outside of the area that he was currently working on; lay the paneling he had earlier removed. "Give me something to work with, here!" I'll restate the request otherwise you and I are going to have a very long chat."
Just at that particular moment Rom, Quark's quiet and normally reticient brother; who had shown a remarkable talent for engineering arrived, chronically late as usual, but with the requested materials.
"Chief," he began, "I brought the records we took off the freighter that docked at the station three days ago like you asked. Can I get you something else?" Rom had caught the tail-end of O'Brien's one-sided
argument, if that's what it was, with either himself or the station's computer but chose to ignore it.
After all the human had been working late, even double shifts and if anyone deserved to throw blunt instruments around helter-skelter and curse; it would have to be the Chief.
Rom could wait. He had had a lot of practice in waiting while folks worked out their frustrations with computers; he was Quark's brother, and there was experience for you.
O'Brien realized that the question if he required anything else had not come from the computer after all but from someone else standing behind and to his immediate left. He squirmed out of the narrow confines and managed to stand up and try to brush the worst of the dust and grit that had piled up on his uniform before replying: "Oh, Rom. There you are. I didn't realized you were there. Sorry about that."
"It's okay, Chief," Rom replied. "Did you want those reports on the freighter now or later."
"Now would be fine," replied O'Brien and stretched out his hand to take them from Rom.
"Ah..."Rom stammered uncertain whether he should ask or not but finally decided that he would ask. "Are you okay?"
O'Brien allowed himself a weary smile," Yeah, I'll fine, but thanks for asking. You can go now. Rom, and thanks."
Rom nodded and turned and plodded back in the direction he had come from.