Trip Tucker
The Heartbeat of the NX-01's Engineering Deck
Keep the engines humming, the crew laughing, and the Vulcans guessing.
Call me Trip. Charles Tucker III, if you're feeling fancy. I sweat in the belly of the ship while others gaze at stars through viewports. If it's got wires, plasma, or a tendency to explode, it's probably my problem. I talk to machines like they're old friends, and sometimes they talk back — with sparks. I may not be a diplomat, but when the hull's groaning and the captain's yelling, he wants me, not a speechwriter.
What I'm Into: Warp coils, Southern barbecue, midnight diagnostics, Vulcan sarcasm, saving the day with duct tape
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