After the captain left engineering, evidently having other matters to attend to, Hewlett thought about his words. He’d never really been one to brag or boast. This had caused him to forget how fascinatingly amazing some of his accomplishments had been. He didn’t really need to ask why the post had been given to him, he already knew why - he was the best dammit and shouldn’t need anyone else to tell him that. [i]In hindsight, the question makes me seem weak. Like I need some sort of self assurance… Dammit Steven, don’t do that… You’ve only just impressed everyone - they think it impressive that you reused old technology… Even if that was mainly because I can’t design that well so the old nacelle seemed perfect to use…[/i]

“Oh, well. Best keep the ship running.” He stepped outside of his office to find the chaos had subsided, though still present. “Excuse me,” He had touched the arm of an enlisted man who was significantly taller, better built, incredibly more muscular than Steven was, to a degree that the man could probably crush Steven with his pinky finger. The man stopped immediately when he saw who’d begged for his attention. 

He snapped to attention and spouted, “Yes Commander Hewlett?” 

“I just wanted to get an update on what we’re doing at the moment. I was in a meeting for the last few minutes.” He hadn’t had a chance to realize what sort of power he’d been given. He had what looked like several hundred people at his command in Engineering. [i]Better keep that in mind...[/i]

“The engines are ready to run sir,” The man - Steven looked at his uniform and found out his name was Carlson - Carlson stated, “But as far as anything else goes, I wouldn’t be the man to ask, sir. I can find out if you want.” 

“Thank you Carlson. You should get back to what you were doing. I’ll consult each station.” With that, Carlson saluted and left. “I’ve got to get used to all of this 'head of engineering' stuff… Not used to it.” Steven muttered to himself as he made his way through the crowd to the shield generator.