[h1]Albert Hartwig[/h1]

The shuttle shook as it launched right on schedule, Albert going through his datapad while they were in transit between ships. Listening to the chatter between the pilot, The Indomitus, and the general chatter from the Lancers, it was clear things were continuing to get more complicated than one might think from pirates in general. Savior-1, was it? Ironic, considering he was only going over because the alternative was not ideal. The rest of the damage control party was discussing their roles, the equipment monkey was sitting next to him, surprisingly patient given how he has been treated so far, probably because he was actually learning, even if it was not what one would consider standard thinking. Damage control, responding to crisis, and so on was all useful to know regardless of role, especially on a military vessel. By the sound of the chatter, and sights from the shuttle, there were more incoming hostile ships. Pirates were keeping busy, and launching more attacks even now.

[i]"....Sir?"[/i]

Albert glanced, realizing the equipment monkey had been talking, a glance confirming they were approaching the docking point for the Percheron at this point, and he already stood, grabbing his bag of tools. They had made the distance between Indomitus and Percheron, and that meant his break was over, it was time to get to work. The moment the ramp dropped, Albert moved with purpose, barking orders as he descended into chaos.

[color=lightblue]"Right, you two, report to their damage control center, get me a constant feed of [i]useful[/i] information, screen out the panic and bitching. You lot, grab the tools and spare parts and fall in. You, stick close and do what I say. Your my runner, I need something, I say it, you repeat it back, and start running. Word for word."[/color]

That got a nod, and Albert made a beeline for the engine room, his team of veteran techs following in close form, bypassing groups of ship's crew that was not injured. They were fighting to fix other damage, things they could handle, clearing the way for the dedicated damage control party to come save them from the worst going on. Ship's crew was trying to get auxiliary power back online, smart given they could not handle the reactor situation, but a waste if Albert couldn't fix this. Reaching the engine room, he began dispatching his damage control team to work.

[color=lightblue]"You three, Team Alpha, get fresh coolant ready to start flowing, current flow is going to need help. You two, Beta, I want you fixing controls and any electrical damage of reactor control. You three, Charlie, start working on the external hydraulics for reactor control rods. I'm suiting up to start working inside the reactor compartment. You, grab the timer and follow me."[/color]

Albert moved with purpose as his team scattered, jumping to work, professional chatter and discussion of what needed done covering his communication net with his team. Damage control center information began flowing down from his contacts sent up that way, and despite his orders, not all of it was useful. Typical, of course, he would tell those two off later. For now, he reached the doubled hatch and dropped his toolbag, starting to put on the shielded suit for accessing the reactor for short bursts of time. As he suited up, he talked to the equipment monkey he had with him.

[color=lightblue]"Right, lining in these is good for stopping most of the radiation from the reactor for, worst case scenario, fifteen minutes. I have to get the internal control rod controls up and running in that timespan, so on my mark, you start that timer. I want callouts every minute, on the minute, and at the twelve minute mark? You get on this door control, because at the fourteen minute mark I am egressing and you need to be ready to actuate the door controls. Once back in the shielded passage, I undergo decontamination and start working with the rest of the team on actual control and keeping the reactor from going sub or super critical."[/color]

Albert swapped communication channels, updating the Indomitus on the situation at hand. Local comms, mainly the speaker system that the equipment monkey would have to use to announce time callouts inside the reactor compartment, but beyond that? He would be on his own. It was the most dangerous, touch and go part of this repair, and it was not surprising they did not have anyone who could do it without risking lifelong life complications from radiation exposure.

[color=lightblue]"Indomitus, Hartwig. Going dark on comms for fifteen minutes to implement repairs on reactor compartment controls, will advise progress in thirty minutes."[/color]

Hartwig would not wait for a reply at this point, letting the two engineers who were on comms at that point as well handle any further documentation of any necessary information. With that, he would open the outer door of the shielded ingress point into the reactor compartment, grabbing his tools, and walking in. The door was sealed behind him, and the equipment monkey was on the comm system, announcing that he had the timer ready to start. The moment that inner hatch opened, the clock started, and he would have to work fast and, more importantly, accurate. A hiss announced the inner hatch, equipment monkey announced timer start, and Albert took off at a dead spring, swinging through the interior hatch and setting to work. Internal suit sensors showed no leak through, pre-use inspection was sound, and his goal was simple. He had to get the internal control rod actuators unjammed and working, their controls working again, and that would be exactly what he set to do.