2 Results with character "Data"
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The shuttle bay of the USS Trieste was a cavern of acoustic violence. Unlike the relatively clean corridors near the command deck, the bay was raw industry. The deck was scarred plasteel, scuffed by landing skids and the boots of loaders. It smelled of hydraulic fluid and hot metal. The atmospheric forcefields hummed with a headache-inducing whine, holding back vacuum while a Type-6 shuttle underwent engine maintenance beneath an open access panel. Data stood by a maintenance console, inputting…- 3.4 K • Ongoing
The USS Trieste did not hum like the starships in the recruitment holograms. It vibrated. It was a persistent, low-frequency thrum that travelled up through the deck plating and into the soles of the boots, a constant reminder of the dilithium intermix chamber churning three decks down. The air tasted of ozone and recycled particulates, filtered one time too many. It was the smell of a machine that had been running hot for twenty years. Ensign Data stood outside the Captain’s Ready Room. He did not…- 3.4 K • Ongoing
