allmhadadh: (Cadet Scott)
After a brief noncommittal message from the other Scott, and Scotty's equally noncommittal reply, he went back to work.  He was just finishing up inputting the last of his concepts into the PADD, keeping the papers for himself.  He wouldn't have paper for all that much longer; he was running out.  But he kept every sheet aside those he gave away.

The final concept for the intuitive shielding system was based strongly on what Scotty understood of the Constitution-class in his own universe.  Kirk had been right; this new Enterprise relied on far fewer shield emitters that ran a great deal more power, whereas the Constitution of his own universe had a far higher number of emitters, which output less power each, but that offered somewhat more flexibility and redundancy.  Scotty's proposal, therefore, was to add between one hundred and two hundred new emitters to this Enterprise, all which were somewhat weaker than her native ones, but that would increase flexibility of her shielding system and allow for up to thirty percent of them to be taken out before her shields would drop below 100%, even if the loss occurred in one spot.  One hundred was the minimum, but two hundred was the optimum.

He also included his equations on power curves and expenditures for all possible predicted numbers -- minimum and optimum and all in between -- and then finally proposals on where the new ones could be fitted to her hull and where and how they would link back to her main shield arrays, that distributed the properly modulated power.  Mostly, he relied more on mechanics than computers for that part; simple stopgaps to avoid feedbacks and such.

His proposal for the intuitive shield system was therefore two-fold -- one to increase power and flexibility to the Enterprise's current system, and two, to make it more intuitive.  That proposal was somewhat more simple; he proposed a set of ten processor units (four more than absolutely required, allowing for safety engineering and redundancy), which bridged external sensors to the shielding systems.  Those would nearly instantly pick up trajectory readings from incoming fire and then send on that information to the shield arrays in order to boost power to areas that would be hit.  Even at it's fastest, it was not a perfect solution, but it wasn't a bad one.

He also made certain that if the intuitive system blew, or even if external sensors blew, there were mechanical failsafes that would catch the power surge and automatically flip shields back to their default, non-flex coverage of the ship.  And finally, he designed a push-button proposed interface that could be used manually by someone to redirect shields as fast as human hands could do it, in a last-man-standing scenario.

He did all of these on very little sleep, but he'd checked his work probably twenty times before he picked up his PADD and sent it all off to Commander Spock with a note:

Mister Spock:

Attached here are my initial concept proposals, including schematics, drafts, equations for curves and expenditures and projected differences between the current system and the proposed.  If you could please make certain to check for any errors before I send everything to the captain, I would be very much in your debt.

-Scott


He pressed send with a little flip in his stomach, and then practically trembling with exhaustion, he crawled into the back seat of his Riviera, curled his blanket around himself, managed to whisper, "Night, lassie," to the car, and then tumbled hard into oblivion.
allmhadadh: (Cadet Scott)
Or: The Brig is the Happening Place to Be!

Whatever was happening to this ship, whoever she was, wasn't good. It sounded like a battle; all around him, he could practically hear the energy shift through her as power was redirected from one place to another, and the shudders of shots taken.

It was a strange place to be trapped, on a ship with no name, surrounded by humans wearing unknown uniforms, in the middle of a battle.

How the bloody Hell did he get here from San Francisco?

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allmhadadh: (Home...)
After the meeting with his own Captain Kirk -- a meeting he enjoyed about as much as he would enjoy having his body dragged over broken glass -- he retreated back to his quarters.  Now that internal sensors were online, and external sensors were as good as they could get without a visit to drydock, and with transporters returned, he had just about all of the pieces he needed in order to work on the theories on how he could return home.

At this point, he would have likely done so without Kirk, Spock or McCoy.

He got his hands on a proper notebook and a pencil; silly, tangible things that were archaic, but that often helped him think when he had to work scientific theory, especially given that it wasn't really his strongest point.  And he pulled up every bit of information his tricorder had recorded, which gave him at least the right 'resonance' of his native universe, a way to track it down and tunnel through to it if need be.  He made sure he had access to the schematics for the transporter, and for external sensors.

And another cup of coffee.

He did do one thing, though; he had a sneaking suspicion that no one else had really gone and bothered to check on the other Scott today.  So, he just sent out a brief message, directed towards the other man; nothing requiring any explanation.  And he'd take any answers at face value.

"Are you all right?"
-Scott


And then he went back to work, while waiting for a reply.

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