Setting
The goal is for the crew to stay together, so this setting is where we'll be on our adventures.
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Lullaby over Pax.
7 Characters Here
'Wrench' Sari [6] I can only trust my tools, all those other peeps and beeps are probably out for themselves.
Nikos "Greenhorn" Morgan [6] Why are you so stressed all the time? You should relax.
Sylvan Webb [4] [WIP] I see a darkness in my fate - I'll drive my car without the brakes
Danielle Kroh [3] She would've been your daddy. WIP
Ruben Hunter [3] Grief does not change you. It reveals you.
Miles Caal [3] you get what anybody gets - you get a lifetime.
Xero [0] I've been ghosting, I've been ghosting alone Ghost in the world, ghost with no home.
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MILES CAAL
vibes | #505a5b
2342-12-31, Pax’s exosphere
The Lullaby was floating along in the upper regions of the atmosphere, where it almost always was. In years past, there were other ships nearby, or on standby, but decades of nothing happening makes people get complacent. So the crew sat, going through basic daily duties that, by this point, likely felt like nothing more than busy-work. It was like they were chipping through an ice block, but every piece they chipped off was frozen right back onto the thing. It never ended, never became a satisfying job. They just floated right beneath open space and pretended they were doing something important. They hadn’t had any word from their superiors in a while, but that wasn’t unusual really. They never received new orders, and unless their logs contained anything troublesome the brass usually just left them alone outside of routine inspections.
So they took orders from an AI. Captain was a brilliantly programmed one, though. She was programmed to be fair (but firm), and not to watch the crew in the bathroom or their quarters. Human crewmates take their privacy very seriously, after all.
Miles Caal was one of those aforementioned human crewmates, though he didn’t mind Captain so much as some of the others did. Truthfully, he was rather fond of her, and liked tinkering into her coding whenever he got the chance. No ill intentions, promise, he just liked to see what made her tick. She was one finely programmed artificial intelligence, and he couldn’t think of much he wouldn’t do to get his hands on just a piece of that source code… Got his heart racing just thinking about it.
Of course, he was too busy looking busy and not getting in more trouble with the Alliance to actually try to do anything more than just poke in and take a look or two.
It was early afternoon, and Miles was taking inventory on their food stores, just like Captain had asked him to do.
”Hey, Captain, when was the last time we had a ration shipment?” Miles spoke aloud, kind of just out into the air. Generally speaking, she would hear you no matter where in the ship you were. Miles waited a moment for a reply, and then he heard.
”Approximately 61 Earth rotations.”
Miles frowned, that was too long. ”Do you know if there’s one scheduled soon?”
”I’m sorry, I haven’t received any word about ration shipments. I will make an inquiry.”
”Thanks, Captain.” His voice was warm and familiar, as if he was speaking to an old friend, and not an AI. He grinned at no-one and nothing in particular and added, ”I don’t know what we’d do without you.” But the moment he turned back to his notes, his face soured again. The rest of the crew probably already knew they were quickly running out of food, but he figured they needed to be told that there wasn’t any word on getting more. So he set out to find the others. It wasn’t a big ship, so it shouldn’t take too long.
NIKOS MORGAN
outfit | #8eaf28
Lately there was a new face around and his name is Nikos. This young man was assigned for the Lullaby roughly a week ago and besides his jobs given by Captain he was peeking around all over the Lullaby. Nikos is one of the pilots of the ship and an alliance member too. He seemed pretty busy with hustling through the Lullaby and checking every room he could. Apparently the ship wasn't very big so Nikos needed to figure out what he actually could do on this sleeping pill. The pilot was leaning back at one of the chairs on the bridge of the Lullaby and was going through several system logs.
"I honestly don't see the use in checking the systems every 8 hours , why should there be any change when we don't do anything?" Asks Nikos out loud as he holds a hand against his forehead. It was annoying for him and that big time.
Captain almost immediately responses "It's standard protocol for stationed ships"
Nikos lets out a sigh before he continues speaking "But what do we have you for? You could check this all on your own. It always takes an hour to check every single system we got on the ship."
"In fact I do, but it's protocol to double check the systems by a human so there are no errors"
"Okay! That's all, the systems are all in green parameter." say's the young pilot slightly frustrated. He argued now and then with Captain about the things that are done around the Lullaby, but Nikos was never successful.
After one or two minutes just sitting in the chair the pilot finally gets up and walks without any destination through the metallic corridors of the ship. "I finally get it why they call the ship the Lullaby" he murns to himself while walking. Nikos takes the left corridor and ends up almost walking into a mechanic kneeling on the ground at an open panel.
"Oh hey." Nikos says while he stops himself in front of the mechanic he recalls as Wrench. "Mind if I stick around a while?" He immediately asks, because Nikos was actually bored and needed to do something. And he remembers Wrench as pretty defensive about social interactions so this could be interesting enough at the moment.
"I honestly don't see the use in checking the systems every 8 hours , why should there be any change when we don't do anything?" Asks Nikos out loud as he holds a hand against his forehead. It was annoying for him and that big time.
Captain almost immediately responses "It's standard protocol for stationed ships"
Nikos lets out a sigh before he continues speaking "But what do we have you for? You could check this all on your own. It always takes an hour to check every single system we got on the ship."
"In fact I do, but it's protocol to double check the systems by a human so there are no errors"
"Okay! That's all, the systems are all in green parameter." say's the young pilot slightly frustrated. He argued now and then with Captain about the things that are done around the Lullaby, but Nikos was never successful.
After one or two minutes just sitting in the chair the pilot finally gets up and walks without any destination through the metallic corridors of the ship. "I finally get it why they call the ship the Lullaby" he murns to himself while walking. Nikos takes the left corridor and ends up almost walking into a mechanic kneeling on the ground at an open panel.
"Oh hey." Nikos says while he stops himself in front of the mechanic he recalls as Wrench. "Mind if I stick around a while?" He immediately asks, because Nikos was actually bored and needed to do something. And he remembers Wrench as pretty defensive about social interactions so this could be interesting enough at the moment.
RUBEN HUNTER
vibes | #505a5b
Ruben had taken the job on the Lullaby for a change of pace. But he had to admit that he hadn't expected such a dramatic change. In his old life, he'd barely had a minute to eat or drink, and just enough time to breathe. And he'd liked that. He'd liked to be busy. Now... things couldn't have been different.
He looked up from his book as the patient on the couch stirred. "Hey. Not so fast, now," he said, as they began to try and sit up.
"Wha.... what happened, doc?"
"You took one look at the needle and flaked straight out. Don't worry, I used the opportunity to take your blood samples while you were out, so no more needles," Ruben said. "How are you feeling?"
"Yeah... okay. Bit groggy."
"Here." Ruben handed them a cup of water. "Drink this. It'll help."
Once the patient was recovered and had left, Ruben discovered he had yet another empty spot in his diary. So he laid back in his chair and began to flick through his novel again. He'd only brought so many books with him, and he'd read almost all of them at least twice. He'd only had so much baggage allowance, and he'd thought that surely he'd be able to get his hands on more once he was up here. However, his stockpile of medical supplies was depleting at a concerning rate, and he hadn't heard any promise of any more to come. If he couldn't get what he actually needed, then he doubted he had any hope of decent reading material. And so, he would just have to stay rereading the same seven books, over and over, until the end of time, until things changed. He wasn't going to hold his breath, though, so he was just glad that he'd brought good books.
He looked up from his book as the patient on the couch stirred. "Hey. Not so fast, now," he said, as they began to try and sit up.
"Wha.... what happened, doc?"
"You took one look at the needle and flaked straight out. Don't worry, I used the opportunity to take your blood samples while you were out, so no more needles," Ruben said. "How are you feeling?"
"Yeah... okay. Bit groggy."
"Here." Ruben handed them a cup of water. "Drink this. It'll help."
Once the patient was recovered and had left, Ruben discovered he had yet another empty spot in his diary. So he laid back in his chair and began to flick through his novel again. He'd only brought so many books with him, and he'd read almost all of them at least twice. He'd only had so much baggage allowance, and he'd thought that surely he'd be able to get his hands on more once he was up here. However, his stockpile of medical supplies was depleting at a concerning rate, and he hadn't heard any promise of any more to come. If he couldn't get what he actually needed, then he doubted he had any hope of decent reading material. And so, he would just have to stay rereading the same seven books, over and over, until the end of time, until things changed. He wasn't going to hold his breath, though, so he was just glad that he'd brought good books.
S. Webb
Environmental and Life Support
Environmental and Life Support
Hex code #692d37
ISS 348. Environmental and Life Support Department.
It had taken Sylvan several months, when he first arrived here, to get used to the relative silence — and, if one were naive enough to describe it as such, serenity — of the “Lullaby”. Working on the very least technology-wise the Alliance could offer felt like a luxury.
But then everything else seemed luxurious compared to the desolation of the mining area and surrounding settlements he was born and raised in. It was a place where, matter how far one was from the mine, one could never really escape the sound of the drills boring into Paxian rock, the feeling of near-constant, deep, ever-present thrumming tremors underfoot that grew in intensity the nearer one drew to the mines, or the sensation of varying levels of dust filling lungs with every inhale.
Strange, how ingrained it was in the communities he grew up in to want or expect so little. How it had subconsciously leached into him.
It was sickening.
He traded it all in for hushed beeps and clicks, the ambient hum of machinery, and all the stability the artifical gravity systems could muster to keep both his feet firmly on solid ground. The air on this craft was cleaner, thanks to the numerous complex filtration systems he was in charge of in the (apparently, very rare) event “Captain” failed, but it was also thinner. Drier. Stale, if he fixated on the fact that they were all breathing the same damn air for months on end. Still, three years here was better than the two decades of active deterioration he had back home.
With the AI in charge of nigh on everything on the ship, people like him were only around to plug holes that the hyperintelligent, intuitive automaton couldn’t handle. “The human touch,” they called it. Bullshit. These days, people were less pilots and engineers and more sitting ducks, waiting on what seemed like eons for anything to go wrong and too used to its intuitiveness to know what to do when anything actually fails.
A series of hollow, rasping coughs broke through the white noise. “Fuck off,” he grumbled at no one in particular, and continued his rounds through the lower decks.
There were three blips in the system today that could have very easily been signs of an aging system, or something that “Captain” had skipped over. Sylvan tried to troubleshoot when he found them but, miraculously, they resolved almost immediately. A blip was a blip, and he needed another set of eyes and ears to figure out if this was worth any amount of concern.
“Captain,”, he called out. “Location on Caal?”
“Food storage.”
He put on his breathing apparatus, took as deep a breath as he could before briskly walking through the hallways to where the storage was.
Miles was in the middle of taking stock of the food supply. If supply was what you could call a dwindling ration.
Sylvan cleared his throat. “Caal. A word,” he started. “Picked up something strange on my rounds today. Three blips.”
He produced a folding tablet from his tool belt and opened it up to a set of diagnostics. He quickly highlighted three spots on the map.
“"Captain" detected leakages in Tunnels 31-A, 32-B and 16-F, but before I could get to any of them, the issues disappeared.” He pursed his lips. “System's sensitive at times but... I don't know. Something's up.”
It had taken Sylvan several months, when he first arrived here, to get used to the relative silence — and, if one were naive enough to describe it as such, serenity — of the “Lullaby”. Working on the very least technology-wise the Alliance could offer felt like a luxury.
But then everything else seemed luxurious compared to the desolation of the mining area and surrounding settlements he was born and raised in. It was a place where, matter how far one was from the mine, one could never really escape the sound of the drills boring into Paxian rock, the feeling of near-constant, deep, ever-present thrumming tremors underfoot that grew in intensity the nearer one drew to the mines, or the sensation of varying levels of dust filling lungs with every inhale.
Strange, how ingrained it was in the communities he grew up in to want or expect so little. How it had subconsciously leached into him.
It was sickening.
He traded it all in for hushed beeps and clicks, the ambient hum of machinery, and all the stability the artifical gravity systems could muster to keep both his feet firmly on solid ground. The air on this craft was cleaner, thanks to the numerous complex filtration systems he was in charge of in the (apparently, very rare) event “Captain” failed, but it was also thinner. Drier. Stale, if he fixated on the fact that they were all breathing the same damn air for months on end. Still, three years here was better than the two decades of active deterioration he had back home.
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With the AI in charge of nigh on everything on the ship, people like him were only around to plug holes that the hyperintelligent, intuitive automaton couldn’t handle. “The human touch,” they called it. Bullshit. These days, people were less pilots and engineers and more sitting ducks, waiting on what seemed like eons for anything to go wrong and too used to its intuitiveness to know what to do when anything actually fails.
A series of hollow, rasping coughs broke through the white noise. “Fuck off,” he grumbled at no one in particular, and continued his rounds through the lower decks.
There were three blips in the system today that could have very easily been signs of an aging system, or something that “Captain” had skipped over. Sylvan tried to troubleshoot when he found them but, miraculously, they resolved almost immediately. A blip was a blip, and he needed another set of eyes and ears to figure out if this was worth any amount of concern.
“Captain,”, he called out. “Location on Caal?”
“Food storage.”
He put on his breathing apparatus, took as deep a breath as he could before briskly walking through the hallways to where the storage was.
Miles was in the middle of taking stock of the food supply. If supply was what you could call a dwindling ration.
Sylvan cleared his throat. “Caal. A word,” he started. “Picked up something strange on my rounds today. Three blips.”
He produced a folding tablet from his tool belt and opened it up to a set of diagnostics. He quickly highlighted three spots on the map.
“"Captain" detected leakages in Tunnels 31-A, 32-B and 16-F, but before I could get to any of them, the issues disappeared.” He pursed his lips. “System's sensitive at times but... I don't know. Something's up.”
WRENCH SARI
Working, and living, on the Lullaby wouldn’t be Wrench’s first choice, but when given the choice of working upon an Alliance ship actually doing what she liked, or being shipped off to some prison that rotates around a planet, the choice was easy. But when first learned about the ship captain being an AI, she had more than a few words to say, and was even still skeptical about any diagnostics from it.
While Sylvan took care of the environmental and life support systems, Wrench kept her eyes and hands on just about everything else, really only going to him when their problems would overlap or she needed ‘clearance’ to do some work that involved something in his area. But today, she was just trying to trace a temperature increase in one of the bays, which involved pulling up some floor panels. The Captain tried to reassure Wrench that while it was off, it wouldn’t cause any issues for at least some length of light years. Wrench didn’t like that answer and wanted to work on it now, plus there wasn’t anything better to do.
Wrench had only her legs showing from the panel, though her upper half could be seen through the rows of wiring and pipes. “Ugh. ‘Miss Sari, the temperature differential is not significant enough to warrant troubleshooting and repair.’ Blah blah. AI doesn’t know what it’s talking about.” Wrench mumbled out loud, not caring that the Captain could very well hear her, as well as any passerbys. “Well you know those bots only know what they are given.” Wrench said in a deeper voice, “You know, you’re right Dirtlee” Wrench spoke back, having a conversation with the wrench that hung on her tool belt by holorope. Dirtlee was what she called her wrench, and it wasn’t abnormal for her to talk to her tools while working, or even when just by herself. Some people call her crazy for this, but she was good at her job and it doesn’t harm anyone, so most people ignore her and her ramblings. Though some people do whisper calling her crazy and other such names.
As she was finally tracing down the problem, a voice came from above Wrench, startling her and making her hit her head. “Ow, fuck!” She said as peaked over shoulder and saw the pilot, Greenhorn. His name was Nick, or Nickie, or something, but Wrench mostly called him Greenhorn or Green. The two of them only interacted a few times before Wrench had an impression of him, and the two argued about “my ship” and such, before the Captain would interrupt. Greenhorn quickly asked if he could stay by. “Eh, sure. Don’t think Dirtlee would mind.” Wrench replied before getting to work.
Greenhorn then asked what she was doing, which caused a small smirk to come over her face, curious if he would understand. “Well, we’ve been having temperatures fluctuating. Captain says it’s fine, blah blah. But Dirtlee helped me trace it from the APU and have found that the secondary air coming off of Engines 2 and 3 aren’t flowing to full capacity, tripping a MFL 15. MFL 15 is Anti-Icing issues. Which isn’t too bad since the Anti-Ice system fails in open mode and still functions. I found a couple connections used with second-rate parts, and soldered a few wires.” What Wrench said wasn’t too complicated, but a normal joe would have trouble understanding it.
“Anyways, if you’re gonna be here, make yourself useful. I need the nine millimeter angle head open end wrench so I can close this connection. Not sure why they used a nine millimeter b-nut on this nipple, when a six millimeter one would save them space and money. But I’m just a dirty mechanic, isn’t that right Dirt.” Wrench asked Greenhorn for a tool, as she spoke to herself, continuing to mumble a bit as she held her hand out between some pipes for the tool. But when he placed it in her hand, she immediately knew it was the wrong tool. “Ugh. Green. Open end, not box end. You see the one that has the opening and like three quarters of a square. That one. Not this one that's closed off, that looks like a box.” She complained, as Nikos quickly got her the right one.
Wrench didn’t take long to finish up and crawl out from the panels, wiping her hand across her forehead, smearing a bit of grease. “It’s fine. I don’t expect a fancy ole pilot to know how us grease monkeys work, you know, the people who actually get their hands dirty on this ship.” Wrench said, organizing her tools before one of the automated robots on the ship came by and took it back to the mechanic bay. “Hey! Careful with that, you bucket of bolts! Ugh.” Wrench yelled after the bot, then turning back to Greenhorn. “So, why you down here, don’t you have a ship to fly, or someone else to bother?”
While Sylvan took care of the environmental and life support systems, Wrench kept her eyes and hands on just about everything else, really only going to him when their problems would overlap or she needed ‘clearance’ to do some work that involved something in his area. But today, she was just trying to trace a temperature increase in one of the bays, which involved pulling up some floor panels. The Captain tried to reassure Wrench that while it was off, it wouldn’t cause any issues for at least some length of light years. Wrench didn’t like that answer and wanted to work on it now, plus there wasn’t anything better to do.
Wrench had only her legs showing from the panel, though her upper half could be seen through the rows of wiring and pipes. “Ugh. ‘Miss Sari, the temperature differential is not significant enough to warrant troubleshooting and repair.’ Blah blah. AI doesn’t know what it’s talking about.” Wrench mumbled out loud, not caring that the Captain could very well hear her, as well as any passerbys. “Well you know those bots only know what they are given.” Wrench said in a deeper voice, “You know, you’re right Dirtlee” Wrench spoke back, having a conversation with the wrench that hung on her tool belt by holorope. Dirtlee was what she called her wrench, and it wasn’t abnormal for her to talk to her tools while working, or even when just by herself. Some people call her crazy for this, but she was good at her job and it doesn’t harm anyone, so most people ignore her and her ramblings. Though some people do whisper calling her crazy and other such names.
As she was finally tracing down the problem, a voice came from above Wrench, startling her and making her hit her head. “Ow, fuck!” She said as peaked over shoulder and saw the pilot, Greenhorn. His name was Nick, or Nickie, or something, but Wrench mostly called him Greenhorn or Green. The two of them only interacted a few times before Wrench had an impression of him, and the two argued about “my ship” and such, before the Captain would interrupt. Greenhorn quickly asked if he could stay by. “Eh, sure. Don’t think Dirtlee would mind.” Wrench replied before getting to work.
Greenhorn then asked what she was doing, which caused a small smirk to come over her face, curious if he would understand. “Well, we’ve been having temperatures fluctuating. Captain says it’s fine, blah blah. But Dirtlee helped me trace it from the APU and have found that the secondary air coming off of Engines 2 and 3 aren’t flowing to full capacity, tripping a MFL 15. MFL 15 is Anti-Icing issues. Which isn’t too bad since the Anti-Ice system fails in open mode and still functions. I found a couple connections used with second-rate parts, and soldered a few wires.” What Wrench said wasn’t too complicated, but a normal joe would have trouble understanding it.
“Anyways, if you’re gonna be here, make yourself useful. I need the nine millimeter angle head open end wrench so I can close this connection. Not sure why they used a nine millimeter b-nut on this nipple, when a six millimeter one would save them space and money. But I’m just a dirty mechanic, isn’t that right Dirt.” Wrench asked Greenhorn for a tool, as she spoke to herself, continuing to mumble a bit as she held her hand out between some pipes for the tool. But when he placed it in her hand, she immediately knew it was the wrong tool. “Ugh. Green. Open end, not box end. You see the one that has the opening and like three quarters of a square. That one. Not this one that's closed off, that looks like a box.” She complained, as Nikos quickly got her the right one.
Wrench didn’t take long to finish up and crawl out from the panels, wiping her hand across her forehead, smearing a bit of grease. “It’s fine. I don’t expect a fancy ole pilot to know how us grease monkeys work, you know, the people who actually get their hands dirty on this ship.” Wrench said, organizing her tools before one of the automated robots on the ship came by and took it back to the mechanic bay. “Hey! Careful with that, you bucket of bolts! Ugh.” Wrench yelled after the bot, then turning back to Greenhorn. “So, why you down here, don’t you have a ship to fly, or someone else to bother?”
┙LT. KROH┍
#642B65
ISS 348 - "THE LULLABY" // OPERATIONS DECK
Mechanical whirs from the engines softly ringing through the corridors, the occasional flashing beeps and ticks from panels lining the walls breaking up the lowly drones of what seemed to be the background music for most of the occupants on board the Lullaby. Even though the crew compliment of the cruiser recorded to around thirty five, today was one of the few times where there was a ship-wide call on shore leave, leaving the Lullaby empty with only a skeleton crew of a third that size, spread far and between.
As such, it seemed peaceful and quiet... mostly.
The nonchalant atmosphere was immediately shattered by the explosive and intense noise of... something. Queue the disturbance, "classical" music
with its loud riffs blasting noisily throughout one of the hallways. All closer inspections of this intrusive music revealed that it was coming from the Operations Deck. With its... loudness, this noise pollution had become a bold and blazing contrast to an otherwise empty and quiet space vessel.
Danielle had poured herself yet another cup of coffee as she slid along the musical background noise back to one of the many monitoring panels she had trained her eyes on, watching for any abnormalities to the ship readings. While she wasn't quite suffering from a lack of sleep despite the long hours on watch duty, the coffee and music were really just a coping mechanism to drown out the deafening quietness with the majority of the crew absent. With a light security compliment within the crew, only six out of the total crew made up the security team, only Danielle and two others stayed onboard while the other three traveled ashore with the rest of the crew. A skeleton security crew of three, what could go wrong?
"Patrol to Zero-Two, sweep's clean, returning to Ops," a voice crackled over the intercom system, automatically lowering the musical noise playing in the background as one of the other security officers called in. "Zero-Two acknowledges sweep is clean, aye. Return to Ops," she answered back while she started the logs for the other two to finish filling out when they returned. She resumed scanning the monitoring boards while she waited on the returning patrol, tossing her feet up as she leaned back into her seat.
She had received her new orders earlier in the day that within a week, she were to be transferred back to Terra Prime to report to the High Council in person for a certain event in the past. She had served on this floating jailcell for over half a decade as punishment, and she was about to leave it behind.
MILES CAAL
vibes | #505a5b
“Caal. A word,”
Miles smiled as Sylvan entered the room, but quickly wiped the smile from his face when he realized he was being presented with an actual problem. He walked to Syl’s side, wrapping an arm around his shoulder as he leaned in to get a better look. Brow furrowed, Miles bit the corner of his lip as he thought. ”Yeah that… Doesn’t seem right.” He held out his hand, a silent request to take a closer look at the map. ”If it was just one I’d call it a bug, three seems…” He didn’t finish the thought, and instead just handed the tablet back to Slyvan. ”How about I check out the one of consoles in Engineering and see if you’ve got any computer issues?” Captain connected to all the computers and consoles throughout the ships, so a small glitch may have caused her to ping issues that weren’t there.
Miles let Syl lead the way, and as they walked he said, ”You saw it, right? We’re almost out of food.” He sighed, ”Captain says there’s nothing in the logs about a new shipment. I think something’s wrong.” Miles and Sylban had been working together on the Lullaby for a while. They had different responsibilities on board, but Miles tended to be the person to call to see if something was a computer issue or an actual problem (because he never left the ship), which meant that the two of them saw plenty of each other. ”I’m itching to get into the computers and see if there’s an issue with Captain’s code.”
As the pair neared one of the problem areas, Miles paused to log into a console so he could get a look into the systems. ”Hey, Webb, when was the last time we docked for full maintenance? Do you remember?” He was starting to think that the ship might be behind on some of the routine maintenance it needed. He pressed his lips together as he scanned over the seemingly-endless stream of information on the console screen, ”I don’t see anything out of the ordinary here…” He frowned, ”Ah, yeah. I’d check on those tunnels. Looks like there’s-” He frowned as he was abruptly logged out of the system, and attempted to log back in, only to see ACCESS DENIED plastered across the screen.
Little did he knew, everyone across the ship was abruptly logged out of the system.
”What’s…”
Suddenly the lights dimmed considerably as Captain spoke an alert, ”Shields compromised.” And then a siren began to play throughout the ship.
Miles whipped his head to look at Sylvan, the wild fear in his eyes conveying more than words could in that moment. The nanobots in his body sensed his distress and performed an emergency diagnostic- flashes of bright blue light could be seen running along his vein, made only more pronounced by the low lighting. After a moment they flashed green: Miles was in good working order, just mentally distressed. What good news!
”We should…” He paused… What should they do. ”We should probably get away from anything that’s going to blow up if we take a hit, right?”
The next blast didn’t have any shields to absorb it, and the force of it knocked Miles off his feet.
”Hull compromised.” Captain’s voice said through the droning of the alert siren. How did this happen? This wasn’t supposed to happen.
Miles got to his feet and offered a hand to help Syl up, “I think we need to get moving.” He wasn’t sure where they were supposed to go, but…
Daniel Hayes ran by, shouting, ”Get to the bridge!” At them, and, well, who was Miles to argue?
“Come on,” He said, putting a hand on Syl’s back to make sure the other man started heading that direction immediately. Another blast rocked the ship, and Captain’s voice broke through the wailing of the sirens to say a simple, ominous, ”Losing altitude.” Just before they were pitched forward.
Losing altitude seemed to be slightly understating things: they were crashing. Miles could feel them plummeting towards the planet below.
“Come on!” Miles repeated, grabbing Sylvan’s wrist to keep them from being separated. The last thing he wanted was for the closest thing he had to a friend to go missing on him.
NIKOS MORGAN
outfit | #8eaf28
Nikos was all about the ship he should fly. Back at the alliance flight academy they were teached the very basics about the common ship designs, it's good to know just in case of a critical failure. Nikos on his behalf studied a bit more than just the basics. He is totally into little space crafts and wants to know every little system so he knows what the ship is capable of. Some may think Nikos is a bit crazy by pushing the machines that much, but he thinks about himself as brilliant. Nikos always tries to go 150% to act as efficient as possible or get extra adrenaline. That caused not one, not two but several mechanical problems while optimizing his settings for the ship. These were technically against the standard protocol but when did Nikos cared about the protocol? To give a short example, he wrecked two engines, jammed one cannon and overheated and fried the small shield generator in his Interceptor back at the ‘Vendigo’. Whenever the mechanics back at the alliance battleship ‘Vendigo’ had Nikos interceptor for maintenance they knew he couldn't be far. Nikos did a damn good job in supervising and annoying the mechanics working on ‘his’ ship. He never really had a reason to be around while the mechanics fixed his ship but Nikos did it anyway and asked a lot of questions while he was there. There was this one time Nikos annoyed the mechanic so much that he needed to be super careful about the engines since he adjusted many settings by then, but the mechanic snapped at him and he was thrown out.
As soon as Wrench hits her head Nikos asks with a caring voice "Is everything alright?" but Wrench just waves that off and continues talking.
The mechanic explains what she is doing and Nikos is more than grateful to listen and even assist her in fixing the issue. After all, he wants every little issue fixed on the ship. He always cares about the machine he flies. The pilot does not know the difference between some tools because Nikos is clearly no mechanic, so he grabbed the wrong tool with high confidence he grabbed the right one, but he definitely knew what Wrench was talking about the issue itself.
So after Wrench explained the tool she actually wanted he thought //Dang it, well why does somebody need so many different tools? Okay on the other hand there are many different types of navigation consoles.// Shortly after Wrench closes the panel and Nikos starts to answer the mechanic.
"You know as a pilot I want to know what's wrong with my ship. I do know we may have differences in expertise but I studied some of the more common ship designs and as soon as I knew I would be sent here I looked up the ship design of the lullaby." explains Nikos with a calm voice. “I just want to make sure that you know that in fact I do know what you were explaining. We would not want our engines to overheat at some point just because an AI gets its priorities wrong don't we?" By that he reminds himself about the ‘small’ arguments the pilot now and then had with Captain.
Nikos clears his throat slightly and leans casually against one metallic panel in the hallway. "Also, I like to know I can rely on every inch of my ship. Just in case I do some more of a drastic movement with the ship.” The young pilot added casually.
”Anyways, I just came from the regular 8 hour system check at the bridge and before you ask. No this little temperature fluctuating wasn't to be seen in my diagnosis. But now I have two questions for you. Would you mind giving me a more detailed briefing on how the systems are running and introducing me to Dirtlee?" With the last question Nikos is raising an eyebrow since there is nobody else at the panel and he also knows of no Dirtlee yet.
As soon as he got his answers Nikos wanted to continue their little chat by realizing Dirtlee was a tool ”Oh that- " The young Pilot wasn’t going to finish that sentence, instead he was interrupted by the alarm siren and almost immediately after the ship was hit by something. Nikos instinctively steadied himself with the help of the wall he was leaning against. Out of nowhere he could barely dodge a barrel that came from somewhere in the hallway by squeezing himself closer to the wall. Wrench got knocked down and before Nikos reacted Captain said ”Hull compromised"
”Yeah no shit!" Nikos shouted and was thinking fast. It was more important to get to the Bridge as the actual pilot of this ship, than helping Wrench back on her feet. Maybe he should have actually stayed there, but lucky both wrench and Nikos weren’t that far away. The pilot was already setting off to the bridge as behind him thick blast doors were closing with a loud swooosh. He spun around to face Wrench just on the other side of these doors.
Nikos wanted to open the doors just as Wrench yelled really dull “Go! We’re kicked out of the system. I’ll find away ar-” With another hit that this time also sends nikos down to the floor Wrench was interrupted. ”Go, just go!” Was the last thing Nikos heard from Wrench, because as soon as he was up on his feet again the only thing he saw was steam on the other side of the glass window. He pushed himself from the doors to get extra boost of speed as he heard Captain again ”Losing altitude"
”That’s bad! Really really bad!" Nikos shouted while he was running to the bridge and almost reached the door when suddenly another shot hit the ship and sent him flying to the ground and rolling just by the door.
As soon as Wrench hits her head Nikos asks with a caring voice "Is everything alright?" but Wrench just waves that off and continues talking.
The mechanic explains what she is doing and Nikos is more than grateful to listen and even assist her in fixing the issue. After all, he wants every little issue fixed on the ship. He always cares about the machine he flies. The pilot does not know the difference between some tools because Nikos is clearly no mechanic, so he grabbed the wrong tool with high confidence he grabbed the right one, but he definitely knew what Wrench was talking about the issue itself.
So after Wrench explained the tool she actually wanted he thought //Dang it, well why does somebody need so many different tools? Okay on the other hand there are many different types of navigation consoles.// Shortly after Wrench closes the panel and Nikos starts to answer the mechanic.
"You know as a pilot I want to know what's wrong with my ship. I do know we may have differences in expertise but I studied some of the more common ship designs and as soon as I knew I would be sent here I looked up the ship design of the lullaby." explains Nikos with a calm voice. “I just want to make sure that you know that in fact I do know what you were explaining. We would not want our engines to overheat at some point just because an AI gets its priorities wrong don't we?" By that he reminds himself about the ‘small’ arguments the pilot now and then had with Captain.
Nikos clears his throat slightly and leans casually against one metallic panel in the hallway. "Also, I like to know I can rely on every inch of my ship. Just in case I do some more of a drastic movement with the ship.” The young pilot added casually.
”Anyways, I just came from the regular 8 hour system check at the bridge and before you ask. No this little temperature fluctuating wasn't to be seen in my diagnosis. But now I have two questions for you. Would you mind giving me a more detailed briefing on how the systems are running and introducing me to Dirtlee?" With the last question Nikos is raising an eyebrow since there is nobody else at the panel and he also knows of no Dirtlee yet.
As soon as he got his answers Nikos wanted to continue their little chat by realizing Dirtlee was a tool ”Oh that- " The young Pilot wasn’t going to finish that sentence, instead he was interrupted by the alarm siren and almost immediately after the ship was hit by something. Nikos instinctively steadied himself with the help of the wall he was leaning against. Out of nowhere he could barely dodge a barrel that came from somewhere in the hallway by squeezing himself closer to the wall. Wrench got knocked down and before Nikos reacted Captain said ”Hull compromised"
”Yeah no shit!" Nikos shouted and was thinking fast. It was more important to get to the Bridge as the actual pilot of this ship, than helping Wrench back on her feet. Maybe he should have actually stayed there, but lucky both wrench and Nikos weren’t that far away. The pilot was already setting off to the bridge as behind him thick blast doors were closing with a loud swooosh. He spun around to face Wrench just on the other side of these doors.
Nikos wanted to open the doors just as Wrench yelled really dull “Go! We’re kicked out of the system. I’ll find away ar-” With another hit that this time also sends nikos down to the floor Wrench was interrupted. ”Go, just go!” Was the last thing Nikos heard from Wrench, because as soon as he was up on his feet again the only thing he saw was steam on the other side of the glass window. He pushed himself from the doors to get extra boost of speed as he heard Captain again ”Losing altitude"
”That’s bad! Really really bad!" Nikos shouted while he was running to the bridge and almost reached the door when suddenly another shot hit the ship and sent him flying to the ground and rolling just by the door.
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