Plasma Torpedoes
Posted on June 24th, 2015 by Ilaihr

Ilaihr was scrabblng around engineering; which echoed in different tongues as he coordinated the repairs of Atlantis. The air of the room would seem terrifyingly chaotic and discordant to an outsider, but with all hands on deck there was scarce space for any non engineers; who were all at ease with the pace of work inside. They hadn’t long to repair the systems, but they world like a well oiled machine; as to be expected from the finest ship in the fleet.

In the time they had; a select group had refined the design of the plasma torpedoes they would be building so storage of them was safer. Most of the excess plasma had now been safely vented, but enough for them to make atleast fifty torpedoes; but not really that much plasma, giving tribute to the strain Atlantis must have been under near the end of this phase of battle. The team were simply waiting on Ilaihr.

He took a moment at a console and summoned the fleet quartermaster over the comm. "This is Lieutenant Ilaihr of the the USS Atlantis."
"Ah, Lieutenant." The Bolian replied cheerfully. "We were expecting your call. We recieved your request for empty torpedo casings."
"Ah you did? Excellent. What good news do you bring."
"Well… whether it’s good news or bad news, we have news… we are transferring 22 casings."
"Only twenty two. We have a plasma supply for fifty."
"What can I say, other ships have got the idea, and so we need to have a fair share."
"Come now, at least make it a better more complete number. Make it twenty five!"
"Lieutenant, the transfer has been allocated."
"What does three more matter? Come now, it is only three. What can three be in the grand scheme."
"What…huh…. what does it mean to you?"
"I’m a fastidious old man. I like order. Go on…." He smiled suggestively. "Make it twenty five and I’ll buy you a drink on top. Go on."
The Bolian quartermaster was taken aback and charmed, and was weak to the promise of a drink. "Ahhh. You pulled my leg." The console chirped as he typed the extra allocation. "25 five. And a drink. And only because you’re blue!"
They both laughed, swapped farewell pleasantries and disconnected the comm.

Ilaihr turened to the team of four on plasma duty. "We have twenty five casings and enough plasma for fifty. You know what we must do?"
A Caitian walked past, chuckling. "Dump half of it?"
Ilaihr smiled. "Better! Dump some of it, and make the twenty five count!" He laughed like a mad scientist. Everyone else shaking their heads, with smirk before getting back to work.