See -- or maybe you don't; it's been decades and all of the technology has changed -- back then just as now, everything having to do with maneuvering the starship was recorded. Intercom chatter, control inputs, telemetry, inertial navs, all of it was saved and at that time,, that meant magnetic tape. Some tracks were digital, some analog; one track was nothing but a clock. The idea was that if anything went wrong, you'd have a record of it and with any luck, enough information to put things right.
They were fiddly beasts. Billy How had six of them in two groups of three, one set in the rack room* just off the Command deck and another down in Engineering/Power, the combined space for the Jump exciter, reactor controls, and suchlike. The two-inch wide tapes spooled slowly, each one holding twenty-four hours of recording on one big reel, and we "bicycled" ten reels of tape thor each set of recorders.
They were supposed to spool slowly, that is. The set up on Command had gotten squirrely, racing through a tape in a few hours during the Jump in the Kansas II system. Once we were back in normal space, I dug into them, running the setup procedure from the manual, and they weren't behaving as they should; the speed control, a lovely complex setup with tachometers on the drive and reel motors and a triple phase-locked servo, wouldn't stay locked. The signals from the tachs were ragged, and when I went to look for replacements, all I found were a few empty boxes with a note from three years before: "Order more ASAP." Before my time as Chief but I should've checked already.
By the time I'd got that far, we were close enough to get a reply back from Kansas II in a few hours, so I messaged the chandler Cincinnati Group preferred to deal with and had a price back on replacement parts by the start of my next watch. They weren't cheap. Between all six units, we needed eighteen of them; not all the tachs were bad, but at least half had failed the rest probably weren't far behind.
The new Captain was in his quarters just off the Command bridge. "Cap'n Wheat? About the loggers, I'm going to need some parts."
Gregory Wheat was a young man as starship captains go, only a few years older than I was at the time. He looked up from the papers on his desk and frowned, "And what parts would those be, young lady?"
I kept smiling. Captains get a lot of leeway. "Tachs for the speed control. About half ours are worn out and I'd like to stock replacements for the remainder. So eighteen, at just over seven hundred dollars per deck."
His eyebrows went up. "You want...over four thousand dollars worth of parts?"
"Didn't have any replacements in stock, sir. That's on me; I missed the empties on the shelf."
"Why don't you have another look at those recorders, see what you can do. I'll get back to you."
I kept on smiling. "Yessir."
I took the old tachs apart and cleaned them up again -- they're optical, and any grime on the moving disc will mess them up -- but it didn't do much good.
Shortly after chow, the Captain called me up to the bridge. "I'm going to get you some help. The Kessler is at Kansas II. It's a Cincy-Group freighter a bit larger than us. I was XO there and they've got a real sharp Chief. He'll come aboard after we reach K-two and help you with those loggers."
I was thinking he wasn't going to be much help if he didn't bring any tachs with him, but you don't say that kind of thing to the guy in the worry seat, so I nodded and replied, "I'll look forward to that."
* * *
The trip in was uneventful. Once we were parked in orbit around Kansas II, Kessler sent a squirt-booster over and I met their Chief at the airlock -- a dapper young man, who was not, in fact, carrying any replacement tachs. We shook hands and exchanged names -- Jim MacAlheny, he was and I asked if he had any luggage.
He laughed. "No, just me and a green tweaker." The ubiquitous pocket screwdriver -- we all carried one back then; it was practically a badge of office. "I'd better check in with the Old Man."
I told him, "Okay; then we can see about the tachs on those loggers."
The Captain was in his quarters; I waved the Kessler's Chief in ahead of me, and Capain Wheat stood up, his hand out. "Jim! It's been too long. How're you doing?"
"Greg, you've come up in the world!"
"Yes, well -- close the door. We've got some catching up to do."
With that, he shut the hatch in my face. I went back to Engineering; there was plenty to do.
* * *
Jim didn't show up again for several hours. I kept myself busy checking the replacement parts stock; finding one set of empty boxes had me worried there were others. I didn't realize the next watch had come on until my number two stuck his head in the storage compartment.
"Chief Bobbi? Cap'n Wheat's on the 'com for you. Says he wants you up on Command."
I gave him a smile. "Always good to be wanted, right?" I wiped my hands and got moving.
The Captain was at his desk and Jim was in the visitor's chair. I squeezed in and Captain Wheat told me to close the door. He gave me a look I couldn't quite read. "Jim tells me those tachs are shot."
"Well, why is that?"
"Age, sir? Those loggers run all the time. It's a wear part."
That got a frown. Beside me, Jim said nothing, his expression neutral. "Well, why didn't you say so?"
"That we needed tachs."
"I had to fly Jim over here at great expense to the company, because you didn't know how to fix those loggers!"
"Sir, I said--"
"I really hope this does not set a pattern, Roberta. It does not bode well."
Jim still said nothing. I gave him a closer look, silent appeal. Nothing.
"Yes, sir. It will not set a pattern."
"Indeed. Jim has ordered the parts we need. I trust you will be up to installing them?"
I was boiling mad. But you don't get mad at starship captains. You can't. "I believe so, sir."
This was well past tolerable. Nevertheless, it's a long walk home and there's not much to breathe along the way. "I can and I will. Sir."
"See that you do. Thank you." Captain Wheat waved a hand in dismissal.
"Sir." I opened the hatch and got out, shaking mad.
And that was when I realized working for Cincinnati Group might not be a long-term career for me.