In a shimmer the cat like form of Lt. Commander Fariuza Harth materialized
on the main transporter room at Starfleet Headquarters in San Francisco.
Harth exited the room into a grand foyer. Harth sighed, "Computer, where
is Research and Development lab L-231." A panel on the wall lit up to show
the exact location of the lab. Wasting no time, Harth found the lab she
pressed the door chime and waited.
After a few minutes the door opened and a young man in a white lab coat stuck his head out. "Lt. Cmdr. Harth, weapons specialist from the Dauntless I presume?"
Harth smiled, "I'm Lt. Commander Harth, Captain Alexander said you've got a delivery for me."
The tech smiled, "Indeed I do, it is exactly as you designed it." The tech walked to a bench near the back of the lab, on which sat a simple silver case, no bigger than a shoebox. He opened the case in an almost reverent manner and removed an object from the molded foam packing inside. "Say hello to Project I.C.A.R.U.S." In the tech's hands sat what appeared to be a simple, black, fingerless glove. There were silver shapes on the palm, back and wrist of the glove, but other than that it seemed rather unremarkable. The tech offered it to Harth, "Would you like to try it out now?"
Harth took the glove from the tech and admired the final product. The material the glove was constructed of was very thin, but the glove itself was much heavier than she had expected. I see the improvement over the prototype, what material did they finally settle on.
The tech responded, "It's an alloy we call Trialuminite, it is incredibly strong, but also very lightweight and flexible. It is as flexible as old- fashioned rubber-latex."
Harth turned it over in her hands. On the back of the hand of the glove was a slightly raised, rounded, triangular, silver shape. On the back of the wrist was a series of silver dots...similar in configuration to the controls on a Phaser. On the palm of the glove was another, smaller, silver triangle and more silver dots.
The tech continued, "Trialuminite also has a molecular memory, no matter what shape it gets bent or squished into, it will always return to it's original shape. Watch!" The tech took the glove and viciously crushed it into a tiny ball in the palm of his hand. Harth watched as the ball unfolded itself and smoothed out into a glove again. The tech then asked, "What exactly does I.C.A.R.U.S. mean?"
Harth stood up with regal gracefulness of a Catain and smiled, "its official acronym is the "Individually Calibrated Assault Response Utility System", but we call it "I.C.A.R.U.S" for short. I have been developing it for six years now, however Starfleet Weapons Research has made it even lighter and more resilient than expected. It will be field tested on the Dauntless." Harth sighed, "The whole ship is a working field test of new technology."
The tech smiled, "it sounds like a tech's paradise."
Harth put on the I.C.A.R.U.S. the glove immediately shrank to her hand. She smiled as it seemed to make a second skin against her fur. "I guess it would look less conspicuous on human skin. Unfortunately I won't be able to activate it until I get back to the Dauntless, the computer must activate it with my DNA."
The tech handed Harth a shiny metallic box, "There are enough I.C.A.R.U.S. units in here to issue to every crew member of the Dauntless."
Harth took the box, "Thank you. um. and your name is?"
The tech smiled, "Jason Waters, Level 2 technician."
Harth smiled once again, "Mr. Waters have a wonderful day. expect me to send you a field report soon." Lt. Cmdr. Harth walked to the transporter room and tapped her communications badge, "Dauntless one to beam up." In a shimmer she dematerialized from the transporter pad.
After a few minutes the door opened and a young man in a white lab coat stuck his head out. "Lt. Cmdr. Harth, weapons specialist from the Dauntless I presume?"
Harth smiled, "I'm Lt. Commander Harth, Captain Alexander said you've got a delivery for me."
The tech smiled, "Indeed I do, it is exactly as you designed it." The tech walked to a bench near the back of the lab, on which sat a simple silver case, no bigger than a shoebox. He opened the case in an almost reverent manner and removed an object from the molded foam packing inside. "Say hello to Project I.C.A.R.U.S." In the tech's hands sat what appeared to be a simple, black, fingerless glove. There were silver shapes on the palm, back and wrist of the glove, but other than that it seemed rather unremarkable. The tech offered it to Harth, "Would you like to try it out now?"
Harth took the glove from the tech and admired the final product. The material the glove was constructed of was very thin, but the glove itself was much heavier than she had expected. I see the improvement over the prototype, what material did they finally settle on.
The tech responded, "It's an alloy we call Trialuminite, it is incredibly strong, but also very lightweight and flexible. It is as flexible as old- fashioned rubber-latex."
Harth turned it over in her hands. On the back of the hand of the glove was a slightly raised, rounded, triangular, silver shape. On the back of the wrist was a series of silver dots...similar in configuration to the controls on a Phaser. On the palm of the glove was another, smaller, silver triangle and more silver dots.
The tech continued, "Trialuminite also has a molecular memory, no matter what shape it gets bent or squished into, it will always return to it's original shape. Watch!" The tech took the glove and viciously crushed it into a tiny ball in the palm of his hand. Harth watched as the ball unfolded itself and smoothed out into a glove again. The tech then asked, "What exactly does I.C.A.R.U.S. mean?"
Harth stood up with regal gracefulness of a Catain and smiled, "its official acronym is the "Individually Calibrated Assault Response Utility System", but we call it "I.C.A.R.U.S" for short. I have been developing it for six years now, however Starfleet Weapons Research has made it even lighter and more resilient than expected. It will be field tested on the Dauntless." Harth sighed, "The whole ship is a working field test of new technology."
The tech smiled, "it sounds like a tech's paradise."
Harth put on the I.C.A.R.U.S. the glove immediately shrank to her hand. She smiled as it seemed to make a second skin against her fur. "I guess it would look less conspicuous on human skin. Unfortunately I won't be able to activate it until I get back to the Dauntless, the computer must activate it with my DNA."
The tech handed Harth a shiny metallic box, "There are enough I.C.A.R.U.S. units in here to issue to every crew member of the Dauntless."
Harth took the box, "Thank you. um. and your name is?"
The tech smiled, "Jason Waters, Level 2 technician."
Harth smiled once again, "Mr. Waters have a wonderful day. expect me to send you a field report soon." Lt. Cmdr. Harth walked to the transporter room and tapped her communications badge, "Dauntless one to beam up." In a shimmer she dematerialized from the transporter pad.