Turning around, he spotted what looked like an officer of some form underneath a control panel, reinstalling a series of computer chips. Strange, since his team of engineers had no officers. Moving closer, he inspected the uniform more closely. It was the intricately decorated uniform that belonged to a bridge officer. Before he could ask who the hell was messing with his engineering deck, D'Tyra slid out from underneath the panel, he hands blackened with the soot from the shorted out computer systems. She looked at him, smiled, handed him a series of computer chips and then walked out calmly, as if nothing were amiss.
D'Tyra was secretly pleased with how well the repairs were coming. The port wing, which had been seriously damaged, had been almost completely rebuilt with assistance from Romulan engineers on the other warships. Much of the battle damage had been repaired. Her only concern was the shield grid. For some untold reason, emitters 12-17 were refusing to power up. That left a sizable gap in the ventral shields of the ship. The emitters had been replaced, the power couplings checked, even plasma conduits had been rewired. But they still couldn't find out the problem.
Reaching her quarters, she entered the access code and walked into the room. Immediately before her was the comforting environment she had created, turning the drab green-grey room into a functional, yet comfortable living space. A large fabric sofa lay within the centre of the room, with a elegant green coffee table in front of it. Concealed within the exotic marble like table was a computer outlet, sort of like the laptop style computer terminals in use aboard Federation ships. Concealed within another hidden compartment was a standard issue Romulan disruptor, as well as an assortment of bladed weapons from various cultures. Set aback from this, and near the food terminal was a large desk with a chair fixed to it, along with a standard desk computer. Also within this desk was another weapons locker, with two disruptors and a small, dagger like knife that her father had himself crafted for her upon her acceptance into the Romulan Star Navy.
D'Tyra sat down on the sofa, and accessed her terminal. Working her way through the intricate computer network, she sent a text only message specifically to the captain of the Daystrome. It read
Good evening Captain,
A fine Performance on the last battle. I was quite impressed with how well your...slightly antiquated torpedo cruiser handled itself. No doubt due to your excellent command, and a stalwart crew to uphold your decisions. Anyway, enough of idle pleasantries. I require a favour, which you may hold me repayable for should you wish. The Lacron, as you know, took a considerable pounding in the battle. We have managed to repair most of the damage, but we are struggling badly with the ventral shield emitters....This isn't an easy thing for a Romulan to do, but I am asking for your assistance with our shields. Starfleet vessels seem to fair far better when it comes do defenses than Romulan ones, so I figure you must be more capable with shields themselves. Besides, I am sure you're engineers would love the chance to examine a top of the line Romulan cruiser. Know thine enemy or some other human phrase. We may not be enemies. But Knowledge is still power, regardless of whom it is about.
Thankyou for your time captain.
Commander D'Tyra.
PS: I've been looking for excuse to break out my finer quality Romulan Ale, if you should catch my drift.