#engineeringparlance

[thebookofsands]

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“I don’ know that we should be here, Rhee.” Scotty said nervously, the shovel in his hand quivering slightly. The Medjai obviously didn’t want them making their way to Hamunaptra and now that they’d actually made it, he wondered if they were going to receive another visit from the mysterious men.

Not that he believed in ancient Egyptian curses. Of course he didn’t. But being here in the dark, with the sand all around them and no civilization…it was easy to believe that something evil could really be lurking.

“Now you say that?” the woman asked, brow raised. “After all we have gone through, you decide to give up now?”

Had she been warning him the whole time? Yes. Had he listened? No. But if they had gotten to this point, she figured they should see things through. 

[thebookofsands]

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Scotty hadn’t heard much from Rhee for a little while now but when he felt something against his back, he tilted his head far enough to be able to see that she was asleep. Heaving a small sigh, he checked his watch. Only three more hours before they were due to be picked up. He hoped.

Rhee woke about half an hour later. Rubbing her eyes, she sat up and mumbled,

“This isn’t my bed...”

[misfitsandmischief]

Scotty carefully arranged their arms so that, when they held them out at the same time, the words formed a sentence: My bird children.

The three looked at the words and grinned. Keavy bounced over to hug Scotty, Junim joined a moment later only slightly less bouncy, and Aiden threw his arms around all of them. 

[thebookofsands]

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Blinking, Scotty held still while Rhee drew on him. “What’re ye doin’ then?”

“Drawing a crown on your forehead,” she replied blithely.

[misfitsandmischief]

Keavy floated through engineering, a small smile on her face as she let her fingers run over the fabric of the red dress her brothers had found her. The fact that it actually fit the small girl’s frame was even more of a shock to the sparrow than the fact that they did it in the first place. 

The dress was not the only reason for her excitement. She had gotten up extra early out of excitement. She had not really had the chance to talk with Mister Scott yet, and Junim had suggested that she offer to help him on foot today while the crows took to the air. It suited her just fine, flying through the rafters was a game to them, and a bit of a tricky maneuver for her.

She came to stand in front of the man’s office, peeking inside the open doorway. “Excuse me, Mister Scott? I hope you don’t mind.. I would like to assist on the floor today.”

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[checkinchekov-blog]

[[ Starter for @engineeringparlance - CLOSED RP ]]

They’d made it. Khan had been captured again and the Enterprise was safe, more or less. Of course, there were other loose ends to address - the destruction to San Francisco wrought by the Vengeance, the fate of the recently-deceased Captain Kirk - but for the most part, their adventure had finally come to a close. All that was left to do was watch the dust settle.

With the ship secured in Spacedock, Pavel began to go through the motions of shutting down his station. His hands, so sure and steady moments before, now trembled with barely-contained nerves. The young navigator-turned-chief-engineer was by no means an incredibly anxious individual, but today’s events had rocked him to his core. Still, he had one last job to do.

Power everything down, and then let the stress get to you.

Even then, as he stood to leave the bridge, he forced himself to keep it together. It felt like an incredible feat, maintaining his composure the whole way down to Engineering. All this despite countless what-ifs and should-haves swirling in his mind. And Pavel was tired of thinking. All he wanted was to be off this ship, on his own, and out of this red shirt that felt like a curse...

[thebookofsands]

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[Scott, M] Rhee. D’you think you could swing a sandwich by Engineering? I’ll give you a bottle of the new batch.

[J.R.B.] Of course! What kind and when?

[checkinchekov-blog]

// I can definitely see Scotty roping Chekov into helping with the Engineering refitting after Khan and telling him he did the right thing. This leads to their once a week drink (usually on Fridays) where they bemoan the weird shit Kirk's put them through that week.

[[ Um YES?! Hello plot I did not know I needed! ]]