Radiation Isolation Chamber for Nacelle Testing
McCoy stopped speaking and pushed the single operator button again. While unlocking the door and re-engaging the testing configuration he was startled by a figure just at the edge of his peripheral vision. Hearing the brogue immediately calmed his nerves, but only a little.
"Is it done?"
"It's done. You sure you can copy this and get it where it needs to go?"
"No one knows this old stuff like I do. These young guys don't study, they don't build. They just touch a panel, throw some fairy dust on for good measure and hope it works." Mongomery Scott paused and exhaled before asking the question on his mind.
" You're takin' quite a risk, laddie. This is treason. No other way to do this?" McCoy's mind shifted the options around as the rolled"r" in "risk" faded in his ears.
"Not that I can see. But if you want to..." he stopped, knowing he had insulted Scotty.
"Sorry" came the gruff apology.
"It's o.k., Lenny. We old farts, we'll take care of 'em."