Sponners!

Sorry about the delay in coming back to you – all hell broke loose there for a while! We had to move the station across a solar system on thrusters, and do it in an hour or less. You’ll be pleased… actually, you won’t be pleased ‘cos you’re Vulcan. Alright, you’ll be satisfied to know the gravity regulator we banged out actually held up while we moved the station. It even survived a trip through a wormhole and back again without too many problems! Bit of a result there, I reckon.

I had a bunch of my engineers topping up and cleaning out the bacteria levels as we went, bit labour intensive, but we’ve only got one guy in the Infirmary with some weird infection he picked up, which makes it one of the best engineering projects this crew’s ever been involved with! The only thing that got dropped into the mixture was this guy, I slipped over a damp patch where we spilled some of the gel, accidentally elbowed the chief, who went arse over tit and took out the legs of one of our ensigns. She then tipped backwards and made a grab for a console to save herself, but missed and caught the shoulder of a crewman, knocking him off balance and he went headfirst into the mixture. (Bizarrely, he’s not the one with the infection) We managed to stabilise the mixture by quickly lobbing in a plate of bacon sarnies the chief had knocked out as emergency rations, and, apart from a couple of fluctuations from the ketchup, everything was cool.

Last problem we’ve got isn’t strictly engineering related, but it’s kinda relevant: the convoy that was supposed to be bringing us the proper gravity generators disappeared in some weird-ass temporal flux thing and hasn’t been seen since. The Captain’s gone postal, but the payoff is that we’re now going to need to keep the whole percolator-napping thing going indefinitely, as it’s going to be needed to keep the gravity running here for a while longer yet.

Don’t feel bad about the filing cabinet idea, it was a good idea but maybe just a little too high-risk this time round. I still get the twinges occasionally, usually before it rains, so it’s only an issue when I’m planet-side, to be honest. And I’ve managed to control the involuntary arm spasms through a carefully controlled mixture of meditation and hard-core drugs.

Anyway Sponners, gotta go, there’ll be another crisis along in a minute. Have a good one, and if you’re ever out here in the area, drop on in anytime.

Cheers
The Amazing Pete-O-Rini