Location: MoR ---> Floor 21 ---> Core Reactor
Tryke gulped a bit. As gifted as she was, repairing the core reactor wasn't an easy job. It wasn't something that could be done remotely. It required a person going
inside, past the protective barrier and chamber. There was a reason it was called a reactor, and not a plug. Plethoras of radiation, coming from various decaying elements, danced within the core reactor.
"Looks like you are in Hazard pay now..."
"Yeah, looks like it," Tryke said, her voice slightly hollow. In her mind, she was picturing the schematics of the tower. With the high levels of radiation, she'd need to have a bit of luck and a hazmat suit. There should be a few of those in maintenance, but if all else failed, there were some set aside for emergencies in the basement levels. She could nick one of those.
The elevator
dinged softly, as the tiny repair crew came inside, carrying the replacement front portal. It had been cut and sized in record time, and judging by the pools of sweat on their face, her team had expected Tristan's wrath to meet them.
No wonder they were so quick...Seeing that there was no Tristan to deal with, the small team relaxed, before making their way towards the portal. Tryke brushed them off when they glanced at her, still deep in thought about her newest assignment. Figuring that she looked a bit silly, she plastered a grimace on her face, rather than the smile she had been aiming for. Nodding a bit to Craig, she stepped into the elevator before it closed, punching in directions to take her to floor 21.
"If I die, nothing religious, yeah?" Tryke joked dryly to Craig, as the elevator doors closed. The elevator shot her down to the twenty first floor, and she stepped out. There were supply closets to her left, and she avoided the panicking frenzy of workers attempting to repair
anything and being stumped by the simplest of tasks.
Sometimes, Tryke felt like they were children, helpless without their mother.
Snatching a hazmat suit, Tryke returned to the elevator, this time punching in the code for the very lowest floor, home to the core reactor. Inside the elevator, Tryke slipped into the suit, hoping--praying--that Tristan had the sense to keep the hazmat suits in top shape. She really didn't feel like getting a close relationship with anyone in the Lanthanide series.
The elevator opened, and Tryke switched her glasses on via telekinesis, going through the various modes. While she did pick up alpha and beta radiation, it was nothing in comparison to the gamma radiation present. For a moment, she paused in awe, watching through the lenses a symphony of color. Beta and alpha radiation were some of the weaker forms, formed by weaker energy sources. Gamma was the king--with the highest energy photon, it produced high energy results. It required hazmat suits three centimeters thick with lead to reduce most of the effects, and the use of a talent to aid in that reduction. Failure would result in, at best, cancer; at worst, the disintegration of tissue and thus death.
"Hello, friend," Tryke whispered, attempting to use her telekinesis to create a safe bubble around her. Uncertain as to whether the prickling sensation on her skin was nerves or the beginning of the end, Tryke mentally shouted at herself, and walked briskly towards the core. A glass dome surrounded the cement casing of the core, and Tryke punched in her access code, struggling a bit with the thick gloves of the hazmat suit.
The door unlocked with a soft beep, and an automated voice reminded her of the dangers of gamma radiation.
"Shut up," Tryke muttered, walking inside of the dome.
"I'm very much aware of the dangers."The voice, however, proceeded with its lecture. Mentally shutting it out, Tryke went back to the task at hand. The glass door shut behind her, sealing with the softest hiss. She took a deep breath, reaffirming her mental bubble of safety, and approached the titanium door of the cement casing. Punching in her code once more, warning alarms began to blare, and she couldn't help but roll her eyes.
Thankfully, that door opened as well.
Stepping through, it sealed behind her as well. It was GTC protocol, after all. They had no qualms about sending a T-5 inside of the core reactor to make a repair, but endanger the rest of the tower, their asset?
That gave them pause. Thus, the doors of the reactor would seal after her each time, ensuring that if things went wrong, only Tryke would be the one to pay the price.
How thoughtful.
Trucking on, the light of the reactor would have blinded her, had she not been looking through the glasses. Even then, however, it was almost unbearable to look at. Squinting, Tryke set her gloved hand on the base of the reactor, and took a deep breath. Removing her concentration from the protective bubble, she allowed the gamma radiation to hit her suit head-on. She then refocused on the reactor, mentally feeling it out, and searching for the exact issue.
"Got it," Tryke grinned, her hands tingling.
"Let's get you all fixed up, mkay? You'll feel much better, sweetheart."Hopping on top of the base, Tryke continued to feel out the source of the problem. It was, thankfully, not too complicated a fix. During the tremors caused by the slight collision, the force of it had knocked the core reactor out of alignment. Half of the power, thus, was being lost to the surroundings, severely cutting down the amount taking in by the tower. It was simple conservation of momentum that caused the issue.
She chuckled a bit.
Feeling her way mentally to the center of the reactor, she peeked at it through her glasses as well. Normally, she would have gone through the long calculations, to see what precisely had to be done. But there wasn't time for that--the slight heat she felt on her skin was evidence enough. Tryke closed her eyes, and reached out with her mind, slowly shifting the core reactor. Hissing a bit in pain, the core reactor creaked as it slowly moved, pieces of metal scraping against each other.
Drat. Too far the other way.Taking another deep breath, Tryke reached out once more, shifting the core reactor again. The same blinding intensity caused by interacting with the
core reactor, of all things, caused her head to pound. Or perhaps it was the radiation? She couldn't have been certain. The reactor screeched, and instantly, Tryke felt the tension release.
It was back in place.
She grinned, staring at the core reactor with a smile for a moment.
"That's a good girl."
