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Baby Steps

Our Solar System's Stellar Neighborhood

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a part of Baby Steps, by Jacker.

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Lana Marietta [27] "Where is that report I asked for?"
Admiral McCart [26] "Listen here, Ensign: This is my fleet, and when you're my age, you will understand that better. Until then, shut up."
Lt. Markus Worf [22] "Shiggidy-shiggidy-shwa!"
Natalie Darron [20] "Look, I don't have time for this, I got a schedule to keep!"
Nero [20] "Keep calm and we shouldn't have any problems. Oh, and don't wake the baby...please."
Nakasagi Rai [16] "This is my last shot at an adventure, so I thought I might as well go for it."
Veris [16] We are currently opperating at 55% effeciency, reaching our target destination in 2 days, sir.
EUCLID-II [15] Number crunching supercomputer assigned to run the intense calculations for hyperspace travel aboard the Apollo. Can be a bit of a smart-ass, likes to play logic games.
Captain McCoy [12] "I'm the Captain of this damn ship and as such, I will not be questioned by some lower class soldier. Dismissed."
Dr. Tesla [5] The Descendant of Nikola Tesla and Maker of Tesla Co.

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OOC News!

Well, I gotta say, the characters posted so far have defied my expectations when it comes to their description and uniqueness, which is only making me more and more excited to start this roleplay :). I also appreciate the adherence to the lore, despite its small amount, so far, as well as the contributions I'm already seeing. I'm going to wait a little longer to see if anyone else joins, but honestly, I'd be satisfied with the small group we have now. We do need a captain for the Thunderchild, though he could always be an NPC, that or I'd be more than willing to make a character for him. Anyway, I'll be posting news regarding the Blast Off event, which should take place tomorrow. As mentioned, feel free to use the forums or the chatrooms, though if we could get together for events and do it live it'd be awesome.

Gracias!
- Jacker

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July, 2053
The Big Step


"... In fact, it was only a little before a century ago when man first stepped foot on the moon. Now, we are about to step forth into the stars..."

United States' President Jacobi's face was on every television screen in the United States, and in every other nation, the same was true for their respective leaders. Colonies had the option to listen into whoever they wanted, but only language was the major difference (despite the fact that approximately 50% of the world now spoke English or some variance of it.) It honestly didn't matter who was speaking.

Every man, woman, sentient machine, you name it, in every settlement in the solar system, from the lowliest worker to the biggest big wig, knew that the the most momentous event in human history was about to commence. With excited eyes they looked towards the stars: into the past and into the future at the same time. These same stars that had started as legends to humankind, to eventually predictors of the future, and to finally: the means to a future, were about to no longer become distant dots in the sky. Someday, many may consider them home.

"Three of our finest vessels of peacekeeping, now retrofitted to be vessels of exploration, the Hyperion and the Thunderchild, are ready to engage their hyperspace engines tomorrow, as well as the famed research vessel, Apollo. Their course is still to be determined by Grand Admiral McCart, the man personally responsible for winning five separate engagements against the KLF, but the entire UNSA has complete faith he will lead this three year mission to success wherever he takes them..."

Yet still... not all were well at heart. The presence of alien life had been proven by the derelict spacecraft, and while many were willing to meet them with open arms, many suggested shaking with one hand, and holding a gun in the other. Man had engineered other sentient species, but they were the gods in this endeavor. Who knows what the mindset of something evolved on an entirely different planet could be? Would they view humankind as rivals? Parasites? Inferiors? Animals? None knew, but at the back of all minds... there was fear.

"These vessels aren't without defenses, but I've been assured by the greatest philosophers and scientific minds in the Solar System that there is nothing to fear out there. We must keep open minds, for as President Kennedy once said, the very man who kicked off the true age of space exploration: 'The only thing to fear is fear itself!'"

...

...

As the speech was underway, a single message was sent to Lunar orbit from Earth.

"Fleet Command to Admiral McCart... this is Secretary Maybourne. Please report the status of the vessels under your command as well as your intended destination. Honestly, hate to sound as god damned overdramatic as every politician seems to be at the moment, but the stars are at your fingertips. I myself am pretty curious as to where you'll go. Give an old man with a telescope on his deck something to look forward to, will ya?

Though still... once you do, and though I hate to stack shit on your mind, I have something to tell you. Something no one else intends to... and no it isn't a damned admittance of love, though I came close to it after the Chiron incident. Seriously though, keep your ear open for me. Maybourne Out."

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"Incoming message sir." Stated Veris, who was standing next to the Grand Admirals chair. Even if the Admiral was not their, he would make the announcement and state the message. He was only partialy activated, leaving only his communications, analytic, and audio systems on.

"Fleet Command to Admiral McCart... this is Secretary Maybourne. Please report the status of the vessels under your command as well as your intended destination. Honestly, hate to sound as god damned overdramatic as every politician seems to be at the moment, but the stars are at your fingertips. I myself am pretty curious as to where you'll go. Give an old man with a telescope on his deck something to look forward to, will ya?

Though still... once you do, and though I hate to stack shit on your mind, I have something to tell you. Something no one else intends to... and no it isn't a damned admittance of love, though I came close to it after the Chiron incident. Seriously though, keep your ear open for me. Maybourne Out."


"Do you want to send a response, sir?" The AI asked. One of the freshly implemented systems since Veris had been allocated to the exploration crew was a set of military respect protocols. Something that could prove to make others a little more calm.

"Any orders to be sent out to the ships, sir?" Veris would respond after the Admiral's response to Maybourne.

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Yes, just most people aren't used to posting OOC stuff here period, including myself.

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"Alright, read me the list again," Lana asked the ensign standing with a clipboard ticking off various items, he was young but she knew he was smart. As the Head Researcher of the Apollo it was Lana's job to get everything for the big takeoff, they were standing in the well equiped labratory inside the Apollo; the civilian/science ship in which Lana was in charge of. Although the Apollo has minimal weapons limited to the point defense systems, the ship is vital to the fleet, providing data and they would analyze anything interesting they find.

"Yes Ma'am," the ensign said ticking one last box, he's a good lad, Lana thought as she dismissed him, she waited for the door to close before adjusting her uniform and her hair, once she was finished Lana stepped out into the busy corridor full of people hurrying up and down with boxes and clipboards, they are all scientists and diplomats, some may be soldiers but that would be only for the minimal secruity, I can see everyones excitement for this journey, I am to, she smiled to herself and started to walk down the bridge, people would stand on either side and salute as she passed, when she reached the end of the hallway she pressed the button for the elevator. Whooosh, the doors open and she steps in, "Bridge," She says in a clear voice, as the elevator goes upward.

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The doors would open to a full blast of music: specifically, 'Magic Carpet Ride'. Lt. Markus Worf sat at his post, bopping his head to the music, much to the annoyance of some of the bridge crew, though much to the amusement of others. In his left hand he held a doughtnut, and a cup of coffee sat precariously atop a number of expensive computer equipment. His shirt was untucked and not completely buttoned. He looked as if he had just woken up and bum rushed it to the bridge.

Nevertheless, he was in a cheerful mood.

Noticing the elevator doors swinging open with its familiar whooshing sound, the Lieutenant quickly twirled about, his eyes immediately widening at the sight of the Head Researcher... and quickly focusing on her breasts.

"Woah," he coughed to himself, grinning slightly. "Why tour the galaxy when there's so much to see in your very own back yard?" Composing himself ever-so-slightly, he then shot her a salute. "Good mornin', miss," he said, his American Midwestern accent making itself quite apparent as he stood up and walked over to her. "Lieutenant Markus Worf. That's right, totally Klingon! Which is why I'll be your new, or first, weapons officer, I should say! Hope you don't mind the music, it helps me get my mornin' groove on!"

And of course, as he spoke, his eyes darted to her breasts every three seconds.

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Holly stepped onto the Apollo bridge, and made an aggravated face at the music. She had on her usual armored glove, and the black t-shirt that hung down to her hips in a baggy fashion, not to forget the completely black pants, and the worn out sneakers. She brushed the hair out of her face, giving an extremely irritated glance to the man who was blasting his music throughout the bridge.

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McCart woke up in his cabin. It was dark and cold, like it always was. The Hyperion had been his Flag Ship for several years, now. It was the only UNSA Battleship fitted with a Grand Admiral-specific cabin – an additional cell near the stern of the ship. McCart had it specifically refitted and redesigned when he was appointed to cater to his elderly, refined tastes. Most of the facilities of the suite were purchased from his own wealth, however, having never been one to burden his employer’s pocket.

The Grand Admiral stretched, partially lifting his drowsy head from the Swedish pillows. It was probably about 1500 hours Central Standard Time back on Earth, but as acting commodore of the fleet, he set the time his ship operated on. For internal operations, it was 0500 hours Hyperion time.

“Initiate Sunrise,” McCart commanded, alerting the ship’s AI to fade the darkened window of his room to reveal the satellite Luna, the planet Earth and the Sun along the horizon. The windows, having been integrated with SmartNans® - nanobots that controlled transluceny, reflection, refraction, temperature and several other variables- faded softly and slowly, of course, so as not to shock the Admiral into waking.

Once his bearings had been had, McCart swung his feet off the bed onto the ground, pulling his torso up. His habit of reaching for eye-glasses, a memory from days gone by, would have seemed quite hilarious to younger generations – if they were privy to his morning habits. Although the early days of the 21st century saw an increase in humans wearing contacts and spectacles, by the 2030s, lasik eye surgeries and biomedical prosthetics had almost entirely eliminated optic malfunction. McCart laughed at himself and scratched his beard.

Having showered and suited up, McCart gazed out over Luna and Earth. It had been several months since he had been on Earth. Bangkok – capital of the Siamese Union, was his last port. Bangkok was one of several major hubs for the UNSA due to the city’s economic development and international economic importance; also, it had become a favorite spot for sailors and marines due to its rich cuisine and night scene. Remembering his last night on Earth, he shrugged off the particularly nice one night stand and left with very little fanfare. He waited the rest of the time on Luna while the Hyperion was retrofitted.

His cabin suite was a large complex of various rooms – his bedroom/living room, an office, a small kitchen, a walk-in closet with various uniforms (ranging from extremely ceremonial to tropically appropriate), a lavatory and a comm-room. He passed into his office, the fore-room of the suite, and checked over his desk. Numerous reports, mostly astronomical reports and early plans for a “capital ship,” dotted his desk – most of them on holotape or holofilm, but a few on paper. He grunted and ignored them for the morning.

He checked his pocket-watch, another antiquated luxury from days gone by. 0600 hours. Just in-time. He set out from his suite, access to which was his only.

The trek from his suite in the stern to the Command Level in upper bow was about a 5 minute journey. Two elevators and one multi-segmented travelator made up the distance between the stern and bow. 0600 hours was rush hour for the ship. The transition from graveyard shift to full-shift meant a crowded travelator and loud morning talking. McCart mostly kept to himself, offering only an occasional salute to sailors.

The Command Level consisted of four major parts – the Internal Control Center (the hub for the internal operations of the ship), the Bridge (the helm of the ship), the Relay (the hub for external operations) and the Forward Command Core (the Grand Admiral’s chair, desk and various faculties.) Captain McCoy, a trusted friend and adoptive nephew, was officially in charge of the running of the ICC and the Bridge, but the Relay was the Grand Admiral’s. Several executive officers worked in the Relay to make sure the fleet ran smooth.

McCart ascended to the FCC and took authority. Looking over, Veris was already waiting. Veris had been purchased by the UNSA four years ago; a pretty penny was used, but Veris remained probably the most advanced AI in all of human technology. Almost like a friend – and somewhat oddly like a son – to McCart, Veris had become an object of possessiveness and extreme trust.

"Incoming message sir," Veris said.

”Relay it.”


"Fleet Command to Admiral McCart... this is Secretary Maybourne. Please report the status of the vessels under your command as well as your intended destination. Honestly, hate to sound as god damned overdramatic as every politician seems to be at the moment, but the stars are at your fingertips. I myself am pretty curious as to where you'll go. Give an old man with a telescope on his deck something to look forward to, will ya?

Though still... once you do, and though I hate to stack shit on your mind, I have something to tell you. Something no one else intends to... and no it isn't a damned admittance of love, though I came close to it after the Chiron incident. Seriously though, keep your ear open for me. Maybourne Out."


"Do you want to send a response, sir?" Veris asked.

”Veris, convey the following response:

Grand Admiral to Fleet Command. Secretary Maybourne. My friend.

The Three Vessels of the 1st Expeditionary Fleet under my command.

Hyperion. Under the command of Captain Hunter McCoy. Currently fully operational and awaiting command. Medical supplies and food supplies are full and have been assessed to be suitable for 10 years. Our civilian population has also supplemented many military posts and therefore allowed Captain McCoy to place his crew to operate the ship at complete efficacy.

Thunderchild. Under the command of Captain Richard Spiers. Currently fully operational and awaiting command. Captain Spiers has reported some trouble with his civilian population but nothing too complicated. I trust Thunderchild will prove to be a most valuable asset in many circumstances.

Apollo. Under the command of Dr. Lana Marietta. Operating at sufficient levels and awaiting command. Dr. Marietta has proven to be a most excellent ship officer thus far, but I’m cautious. Her research team is well-staffed and the ship maintains many luxuries for the civilian population.

I have yet to finalize my decision on our destination. My team and I have determined three potential destinations, but there are few assessments left to be made. I will have made those determinations 1200 hours Hyperion time, approximately 2000 hours Central Standard Time for ya’ll in Houston-town. Await my follow-up report.

Veris, that is complete.


"Any orders to be sent out to the ships, sir?"

”Affirmative. Notify the captains to be ready for a holo-conference at 0700 hours Hyperion time.

Also, Veris, call up my breakfast, as well. And bring up the navigational reports on my holo-module, will you?


With that, McCart left to the gentle breezes of his mind. Lighting his pipe, he drifted into serious contemplation. At heart, he was a democratic monarch. He loved absolute authority, but only with complete consent of those he authored. McCart’s plan was thus: he had assessed all possible destinations and reduced them to three; from there he would seek a unanimous vote from his officers as to which of the three he would choose.

Waiting for his breakfast, three designations rested on his mind as he puffed.

Gliese 581…
KOI-1686…
Kepler-62…

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At the command of the Grand Admiral, Veris began his transmission.

"Grand Admiral to Fleet Command. Secretary Maybourne. My friend.

The Three Vessels of the 1st Expeditionary Fleet under my command.

Hyperion. Under the command of Captain Hunter McCoy. Currently fully operational and awaiting command. Medical supplies and food supplies are full and have been assessed to be suitable for 10 years. Our civilian population has also supplemented many military posts and therefore allowed Captain McCoy to place his crew to operate the ship at complete efficacy.

Thunderchild. Under the command of Captain Richard Spiers. Currently fully operational and awaiting command. Captain Spiers has reported some trouble with his civilian population but nothing too complicated. I trust Thunderchild will prove to be a most valuable asset in many circumstances.

Apollo. Under the command of Dr. Lana Marietta. Operating at sufficient levels and awaiting command. Dr. Marietta has proven to be a most excellent ship officer thus far, but I’m cautious. Her research team is well-staffed and the ship maintains many luxuries for the civilian population.

I have yet to finalize my decision on our destination. My team and I have determined three potential destinations, but there are few assessments left to be made. I will have made those determinations 1200 hours Hyperion time, approximately 2000 hours Central Standard Time for ya’ll in Houston-town. Await my follow-up report."


Once the message was closed, Veris began following his other orders. His second transmission, sent on a frequency for only the ships of the exploration crew, was as follows:

"This is August 13 Artificial Data Analysis Android August 13 Call-sign "Veris", operating as per command of Grand Admiral McCart, to all captains of the exploratory fleet. A holo-confrence is to be held at 0700 Hyperion time, and is likely of a high importance. Do not be late."

Veris then carried out his second command by transmitting through the internal comms of the Hyperion to the kitchen. "The Grand Admiral asks for his breakfast."

Then, on the third order/command, Veris began streaming through the millions of files stored within the Hyperion's main data storage. Upon coming to the series of files that Veris was directed, he then shot them off to McCart's holo-module. All three of the commands began their processing as soon as they were spoken, the navigation reports taking the longest time for Veris to finish processing.

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Richard woke from his light slumber, setting his feet down on the cold floor of his cabin. He let out a brief sigh as he looked towards his digital alarm clock. 04:59. He glanced towards the widely open window, which had a grand display of Luna, Earth and the few other ships of the expedition. He swiftly pushed himself off the rather comfortable bed and swiftly went about fixing the bed's sheets, as usual. He was already comfortable and used to the feel of the Thunderchild as he was assigned to the position of a commanding officer nearly a year ago. He broke the chain of thoughts and paced over to his closet, swiftly dressing into his formal dress uniform, before walking over to a personal console. He glanced down at the screen and hastily read the messages that filled his inbox. He sighed quietly at the mention of a holo-conference, but nodded to himself.

Speirs shut the console down swiftly and turns towards the exit of his cabin, heading towards it. He left the cabin and locked it using his personal identification card. He then begun wandering about his ship, walking into each department to see if everything was fine. The 'inspection' so to say, went well and he returned to his cabin to prepare for the holo-conference, doing so by going over the available information for each possible destination. He pondered deeply, before coming up with a final decision..

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Flight Lieutenant Aidan O’Rourke


Flight Lieutenant Aidan O’Rourke sat at the control console at the front of the bridge.The control console was a wide semi-circular array of computers and monitors that flanked his chair on either side. With it, he had an unobstructed view of the bridge windows allowing him to see out along the main body of the Hyperion. The bridge was darkened, the soft orange and blue glows from the various monitors and buttons provided the necessary light for flight operations. The bridge was his home, Aidan felt comfortable here. His office was this personal circle of computers and no one could take that from him. He had been assigned as the Chief of Flight Operations on the ‘UNSA Hyperion’ meaning he was the senior pilot on board. For the first time in his life he felt damned important.

Aidan wasn’t even entirely sure how he even got that role. There were far more experienced pilots out there who had applied for the position and didn’t get it. It certainly wasn’t thanks to his personality evaluation report. The one thing he did know was that he was a damn good pilot. He had shown that in the Jupiter Pirate Raids. His piloting skills had saved the ‘UNSA Black Widow’ from destruction, it’s crew avoiding certain death. Hell, he had received a commendation from the Grand Admiral himself. Maybe that was it, maybe the Grand Admiral had put him here. Either way he was happy and proud to be where he was.

Aidan was awoken from his thoughts when his ear was flooded with sound from his headpiece. ‘Hotel-Yankee-Papa-One-Zero-Niner to the UNSA Hyperion requesting permission to dock, over’. Aidan straightened up in his seat and opened the shuttle hangar overview on his main console. ‘Hotel-Yankee-Papa-One-Zero-Niner cleared to proceed shuttle hangar Zero-Six, ground crews are standing by.’ Any moment now the radar and and the comms chatter would light up. Today was the day their journey began and anyone not already on board would now be making their way off of Luna towards the ships. The number of people not already on the three ships was so high that extra shuttles had to be borrowed from other vessels in the UNSA Navy. ‘That’s the problem with having so many damn civvies on board.’ Aidan said to himself. Many of the civilian passengers had been allowed commence boarding on the day whereas some core military personnel had been living on the ship for days already.

Aidan looked at his watch 05:42 Fleet Time. His hometown would be covered in darkness by now, and the graveyard shift would be finishing and the real fun would begin. Aidan had requested his shifts begin at 05:30. He enjoyed those quiet and peaceful thirty minutes before the rest of the day shift arrived. He used the time to look over flight plans and other reports. Also taking the liberty of a nice cup of tea at his work desk.

Now as shuttles started to appear on his radar it was evident there was already going to be a backlog of docking and departing requests. The radio burst into life as shuttle pilots fought to get into shuttle bays first. The real fun would be making sure that the shuttles from the Hyperion got back on the ship before they left Luna. The problem was there were more shuttles coming in than there were shuttle bays to dock them.

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"Damn soldiers..." Muttered Natalie behind the hard plastic wall, which had large circular holes. She was in one of the holding cells kept for minor crimes or people who misbehave, which she certainly did. She looked at the soldier standing guard. He wasn't happy to be there either. "Why don't you let me out?" Natalie said cheerfully, expecting no such result. He gave her look that gave her the impression that he thought she was a moron, and shook his head. "Why don't you go get someone in charge to at least talk to me? Preferably the highest officer you can get attention from." She said. "That way, we both might get away happy." He gave her the same look, but spoke this time. "Would you shut up? Little brat..." Natalie stuck her tongue out at him and sat down on the little bench, awaiting some soldier called 'Raze' to come in and question her... Yeah, like he sounds so tough.

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There was probably no actual introduction for the ship yet because the higher-ups probably figured that since they would be venturing as a group for a while, the members of the Apollo and other ships would get themselves acquainted with the others aboard their vessel. Still, to Nero, it felt quite odd that a voyage of this magnitude would not have some form of formal greeting or introduction. Maybe he had watched too many movies during his stay away from the military. If that was the case, then he'd soon enough get used to things.

But there were apparently more important tasks at hand. Before they had even left Earth, Nero (referred to as 'Raze' when called upon in this instance) was requested to deal with someone already. This did not make his future look bright, because if they would start fights or do something destructive before the ships even left, then what about afterwards? He'd have appreciated a bit more information about the subject or what they had did beyond the fact that they were in custody, but that was asking too much it seemed. But he continued down to the holding cells like instructed and was ready to do his job. He was ready to scold and question someone as any chief of security on these ships would. Since he was aboard the civilian ship, Nero figured that his job would essentially be akin to being the father of this ship. 'You can't pound on the windows' (a rule he didn't understand since the windows had shutters, and the glass was more than just bulletproof) or 'Don't start food-fights, we don't have an unlimited supply of resources in space'. Well, this was what Nero was expecting. He didn't expect anything too severe to occur unless by some odd chance they actually encountered aliens or beings of extra-terrestrial origin.

So forgive him for raising an eyebrow when upon entering the room, he noticed a young girl locked behind bars.

"lolwut"

"Chief, you're here." came the voice of the stationed guard, who seemed very happy that Raze had arrived. "She's all yours. Too much of a pain for me." he gave a nasty glare over at the young girl, then turned back to Nero.

Giving a look between the two, Nero spoke. "Is that so? Then go take a tour of the ship or something. We're not really needed to be stationed until we launch." Grinning, the man nodded and happily made his way out of the room. "So," Nero refocused his attention on the young girl. Although he didn't have a distinct expression on his face at that moment, he gave the aura of absolute intimidation - a man who would kill someone who didn't offer him the exact words he wanted to hear in the exact way he wanted to hear them. He gave off his old, malicious aura. "... what have you done, girl? How have you been thrown in here?"

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"Chief, you're here." came the voice of the stationed guard. Natalie looked up to see a grizzled old guy walk in. "She's all yours. Too much of a pain for me." The guard gave her a nasty look, to which Natalie stuck her tongue out. "Is that so?" Then take a tour of the ship or something. We're not really needed to be stationed until we launch." The old guy said to the soldier, who happily left. "So," He said, refocusing on Natalie. She had a feeling about him, something very... Malicious. "...What have you done, girl? How have you been thrown in here?" Natalie gulped. That was just plain... Creepy! "I wanted on the ship to help!" She said, shaking off the feeling and standing up. "I know you can use my talents! I'm working on several different kinds of robotic suits or robots that would be useful for this operation! But when I tried to get someone to let me on, they turned up their nose at my age! Look in my blue case, it has the blueprints I'm working on. Its in the cabinet. Not the gray one, that has my clothes." She said, trying her best to look determined. (Check OOC for what the blue prints will have on them)

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"So you're a stowaway?" he asked rhetorically. "Look, you do realize what this ship is, right? Just because you're a child doesn't save you from all of the consequences of intruding upon a ship of high importance such as this." of course, this was the civilian ship, so odds are that a child wouldn't get anything more than a severe tonguelashing at worst. And Nero wasn't the kind to yell at children, truthfully. The older man sighed and turned around to retrieve the 'blueprints' she had. Obviously, he was expecting some lackluster drawing by a child, like anyone would. He opened up the blue cabinet, next to the gray, and looked at the pictures.

"..."

He looked up at her.

"..."

He looked back down to the paper.

"...what?"

He managed but a single word. Did she steal these? This looked legitimately like a real blueprint for whatever these things were. The words used and how they were used were much more complex than any child could possibly hope to mimic. Honestly, they made Nero wonder if he should redo science class, just because some of the words used weren't in his vocabulary. Sure, he wasn't a scientist, but he wasn't ignorant either. "Where... did you get these?" he asked, dumbfoundedly.

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Finally! Someone finds out how brilliant she is! "I drew them up myself." She said, her voice full of pride. "I heard about this project from a conspiracy site a couple of years ago, and I got a guy to confirm it for me. Since then, I've been thinking and working on stuff that I could be useful with, and realized that the easiest way was if I was on the ship itself. Yes, I'm a stowaway, but I can be a very valuable asset!" She said excitedly. She then noticed how confused he looked, and said: "I can explain them to you, if you want, although I might have to dumb it down a little..."

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As much as he was looking forward to this expedition, Nakasagi Rai had admittedly never gotten used to the lifestyle of travelling and living on board a spaceship - something that, considering it remained despite his other travels on ships, he did not expect to change in this trip to come. As a result, he had not received much sleep, something that required him to be dependant on the liquid held inside the coffee mug he was holding. Unlike the other people on this expedition, Rai had no family to bring with him, so he had a single cabin with a small workspace, on which his personal computer was placed. However, he was not lonely, for he knew that his old friend and occasional drinking buddy Nero was on board with his daughter. Also in his cabin was a bookshelves with many books - all of them written by authors with the same last name: Nakasagi.

Come to think of it, Rai thought to himself, I should probably head to my post.

Deciding that there was nothing stopping him from doing so and judging that his civilian suit and tie were professional enough to enter the bridge with, with coffee mug in one hand he headed to the elevator and headed up to the bridge - where he was greeted by the sound of loud music, courtesy of the weapons officer.

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Captain McCoy hadn't slept much the night before. He had been up since 0300 Hyperion time going over all of the last minute preparations for the ship. He sat at his desk, only the light of the table lamp illuminating the rather spartan cabin. All that was inside of it was a bed, neatly made as was military protocol and a personal habit of his, a nightstand with a single drawer, his desk against the wall to the left, and a screen on the wall opposite the bed. The screen served as a multi-purpose holo screen and television.

Everything seemed fine, but as the person just under the Admiral on the lead ship, he was the one that had to sort and gather information, deciding if it was even important enough for the Admiral to see. At about 0500 Hyperion time, the alarm from his clock went off, signaling what time he had planned on getting up that morning.

"Alarm off." He gave the voice command for the alarm to commence shut off since he was up.

He let out a soft sigh and he stood up from his desk. Along with part of what he had done last night, he had studied the possible locations for their destination. He wasn't completely sure, but if he knew anything about the Admiral, he would probably have a conference with the captains to decide. He had already made his decision on which was the best and had come up with several reasons to back up his decision.

He decided to go through his morning routine, showering, brushing his teeth, trimming his beard, which he had much pride in. The last thing he did that completed his routine was don his captain's uniform. He always made sure to keep five on hand in his closet, wearing four and then having them sent out to be dry cleaned so that they were always neat, pressed, and pristine.

By the time he left his quarters, it was about 0530 Hyperion time. It didn't customarily take him too much time to get ready and he was glad of that. The first thing he did was make a beeline for the Command Level, a few floors above. His first stop was the ICC, he made sure to get his updates on all of the runnings of the ship, make sure all of the systems were functioning properly and that the ship was in top condition.

Next, he made his way to the Bridge, approximately 0600 Hyperion time, this was where he spent most of his day while aboard the ship. From here he could command the entire ship. It reminded him of a hive mind to tell the truth and he always felt as if he was the core of said hive. He was a prideful man after all and he usually thought of himself as the life line of whatever ship it was that he happened to be captaining.

An ensign ran up to him, handing him a small, hand held, computer that he used to keep up to date on the ship's systems while he was on the Bridge. He already had a message waiting for him. He opened it up and noticed it was from the Admiral, requesting a holo conference with the Captains in about an hour. That gave him just enough time to do absolutely nothing.

He sighed and pressed a few buttons on the computer, ordering himself something to eat while he waited. Against one wall of the Bridge there was a large screen, playing the speech of the president. He didn't much like to watch politicians give speeches, it always made him just a bit jealous for the days when he had wished to be a politician. Plus, sometimes they were just predictable. He knew they would be talking about a bit of the history of man's space adventures, talking about the ships, and of course the Admiral.

He pulled up possible locations for the ships' destination again. He wanted to do some more research on them before the conference so that he wouldn't look like an idiot who didn't know what he was talking about in there. He was sure of his decision, now he was just thinking of counter arguments and ways that he could shut them down so that he was the only one left right.