Kathy was late.  She had spent way too much time getting over her cryo-sickness and even now was still not fully recovered.  This was her first time experiencing hyperspace travel.  She new about the effects, and logically they didn't sound that bad, but the experience was one she didn't want to have again too soon.  Kathy only briefly regretted accepting assignment on a space ship, but that quickly vanished with the smells of lubricants and duct tape, and the thought of soon to be unbroken devices and well deserved maintenance.  
The on-duty engineering Chief, a well built and thick (probably military trained) dark-skinned man, annoyed by her tardiness, shouted at Kathy to do diagnostic checks on ships offense and defense Double-Time!  The ship was about to enter combat and needed to be ready.

Kathy decided to check up on the defensive systems first.  That would be more important than weapons if the ship were just about to enter combat.  But she would soon get to the ship's weapons.  Kathy paused a bit and thought about going to the hanger to make last minute checks on the fighters, and to stay around for when they come back battered and broken.  There would be so much fixing required!  It was tempting, but no, if there was no ship to come back to, then no amount of fixed up fighters would mean anything.

Proceeding with defensive diagnostics, Kathy addressed the ships AI Alice
[color=f7976a][b]"Alice?  I'm starting diagnostics on the shields and ECMs before I do AA (anit-air) and secondary combat generators.  So far initial checks are all Green, but I will re-confirm a few minutes.  Please do a preliminary check on weapons status and let me know if there are any concerns that aren't being fixed fast enough elsewhere.  A lady's gotta be presentable for the big party on Sotra, wouldn't you say?"[/b][/color]