Deciphering the Pulse

A curling ribbon of thermal diagnostic tape was dangling from the slot of an inactive telemetry printer. Leaving operational data unread on an active warship is a lapse in discipline. I gripped the slick paper, pulled the coiled strip taut across the brushed console surface, and anchored its rebellious tail under a heavy chrome socket. Dropping into a low crouch, I traced the printed black zigzag graphs using the edge of a flat brass washer. The spikes plotted the reactor's coolant pulse—every peak matched the exact engine shudder I felt in my boots earlier today. Understanding the ship's internal vitals is just as crucial as any weapons drill.