Scotty was growing tired of having to fight his corner every time he came up with a new concept. Fair enough, he was newly qualified, but that didn’t make him any less of a professor than the men who had been in tenure for more than decade. He might have been young, but he had a vision, that it seemed his peers were too old, or too close-minded to entertain. This particular morning had been spent trying to convince them to salvage the Shenzhou and bring her home to Earth where she belonged. So far, he hadn’t been very successful…
“– You’re not listenin’ to me! The failure of the Shenzhou had nothin’ to do with her engines! In fact, it had nothin’ to do with her design at all! She was ambushed by a hoard of bloody Klingons, in a ship that quite frankly contradicts everythin’ we thought we knew about Klingon vessels to date! Leavin’ that ship out there to rot is not only a travesty but it’s also an insult to the people who lived and served on her, and if I have to go out in a tug ship and haul her home myself then I will! I’m not about to stand here and allow years of work be torn to pieces by the elements, just ‘cause ye lot are too stuck up your own ar-!”
The Scotsman paused in his tirade upon hearing his name, and turned on his heel, throwing his arms up in exasperation that someone had finally decided to call him by his title. “Finally! Someone willin’ to acknowledge my contributions to this bloody establishment!” He turned to the Captain with a indignant grunt. “Aye, sir?”
Sound carried in such an open space, and Gabriel couldn’t help but to have overheard some of the young engineer’s speech about the Shenzhou. It was a topic he noted to bring up later. if necessary, to convince Scott that Lorca’s was a worthy cause. There was no harm in a bit of trade, and the captain of a starship -- regardless of his past -- held more sway with Starfleet Command than a recently qualified professor at the Academy. Besides, he found himself agreeing with what the man had to say. While the conditions in space allowed for the preservation of objects far better than those on Earth, leaving abandoned ships out in the open wasn’t smart, from a tactical perspective. Databases could be accessed, computer systems, compromised, and it was likely the Klingons weren’t the only species who could value from the information found in those databanks, or the technology fitted throughout the ship.
It was a shame that there was nothing left of the Buran for Starfleet -- or the Klingons -- to salvage. The lost ship’s former captain quickly suppressed the thought.
Lorca tried to avoid looking at the engine parts dispersed throughout the open hangar-like facility as he approached the engineer, focusing instead on the man in question. Admiral Terral had warned Gabriel not to judge the Scot on his age as his work was some of the finest Starfleet had seen in years, a sentiment supported by Captain Georgiou’s request for his presence on her ship well before the Shenzhou’s destruction. Gabriel stopped about a meter from the younger man, crossing his arms over his chest as he met Dr. Scott’s eyes.
“Captain Gabriel Lorca. I’ve been informed that you might be able to assist with some --- lets just say, modifications, to the warp engines on my ship.”
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