You ignore the blaring alarm and continue down the corridor at your measured pace, determined to make a good first impression by arriving precisely on time. The flashing red lights cast long shadows across the faces of panicked crew members rushing past you in the opposite direction. One burly technician nearly collides with you, his eyes wide as he shouts over the siren, 'What are you doing? Get to your emergency station!'

Without breaking stride, you simply nod and keep walking. The engineering bay doors hiss open as you approach, revealing a cavernous space filled with humming machinery and the scent of ionized plasma. Chief Oren, a stocky man with dark brown skin and grease-streaked coveralls, stands with his back to you, yelling orders to a group of engineers. His voice booms over the din, 'Reroute auxiliary power to the forward shields!'

You clear your throat precisely at 0800. Chief Oren whirls around, his bushy eyebrows shooting up when he sees you standing calmly in the doorway amidst the chaos. His expression flickers between disbelief and grudging respect as he barks, 'Well I'll be damned - an apprentice who actually shows up on time during a crisis.'

The ship suddenly lurches violently, sending tools clattering to the floor. Through the engineering bay's main viewport, you see strange violet energy tendrils licking at the hull. The chief grabs a stabilization bar and shouts, 'Alright kid, since you're here - make yourself useful! Check the primary coolant levels before we all become space dust!'