"Rank hath its privileges," Jim says with a slightly dirty grin. "But if you think this is sexy, you should see what our dress uniforms look like." Ah, perhaps one day.

"Not even your military?" he asks as they resume the tour, heading through the blast doors that welcome them into Main Engineering. It's a bit busier in here, again crewed by mostly red-shirts, work on consoles or inspecting enormous coolant tanks that tower from floor to the top of the high ceiling. In the center of the room is a massive white structure shaped roughly like an upside-down dome, thrumming enough that they can feel it through the deckplates under their boots.