Post by Ayden Cater on May 11, 2014 22:36:12 GMT -7
SSV Dunkirk
2186.5.11 (First Month of the Second Epoch)
Canalus, Dirada, Pylos Nebula, Attican Traverse
The Pylos Relay lit up a split-second before an Alliance frigate shot through. "Navigation... check. Sensors... check. Kinetic barriers are online. Engines are green. Weapons are... off-line. Everything checks out, Captain." In the ship's pilot seat sat First Lieutenant Ayden Cater, who was busying himself with checking over the ship's systems after clearing the mass relay. Primarily the ship's chief tactical officer, he was at the helm at this particular hour because the ship's normal pilot was engaged in prayers to the porcelain gods and Alliance wanted the ship in the system yesterday. So it fell to him, as the ship's chief tactical officer and relief helmsman, to get them to their mission location.
"Good. Get us to Canalus and take us into low orbit. " The captain's voice carried out from the ship's internal communications speaker. Ayden nodded and tapped at the hard-light controls, turning the ship towards the Dirada system and jumping to FTL. Once their destination was locked in, Ayden slid his chair back and rolled one shoulder with a strained groan. He had been sitting in that blasted chair for close to six hours now. The ship's captain was a bit of a ball buster, but she had a reputation for getting things done. As long as she didn't come storming onto the bridge to yell at him, they'd be good. About the only people who regularly walked around the bridge were the bridge staff, the rest of whom were busy with their assigned tasks.
It would be a few hours before they hit the system and without any dangers in FTL, Ayden stood up and stretched some more before locking the flight controls and headed off the bridge. He was looking forward to getting something to eat before it was back to the grind. The M-4 Shuriken bounced against his hip, collapsed against the Alliance uniform he wore while on duty. The captain preferred the bridge officers keep a sidearm on them at all times, and he wasn't about to argue with her. It was less that he feared her, and more that he preferred to keep his record clean. It didn't look good for aspiring naval commanders to disregard orders.
Stepping out of the elevator, Ayden turned and headed for the mess hall. He didn't wave at anyone he passed, not from a lack of courtesy but due to being relatively new on board and desperately wanting to get a bite to eat. Looking around the mess, the LT snaked through the chow line and found an unoccupied table in one corner to eat in. Part of him hoped one of the ship's crew would come over and make small talk, or maybe one of their passengers, but Ayden wasn't holding his breath. They all had a job to do.
2186.5.11 (First Month of the Second Epoch)
Canalus, Dirada, Pylos Nebula, Attican Traverse
The Pylos Relay lit up a split-second before an Alliance frigate shot through. "Navigation... check. Sensors... check. Kinetic barriers are online. Engines are green. Weapons are... off-line. Everything checks out, Captain." In the ship's pilot seat sat First Lieutenant Ayden Cater, who was busying himself with checking over the ship's systems after clearing the mass relay. Primarily the ship's chief tactical officer, he was at the helm at this particular hour because the ship's normal pilot was engaged in prayers to the porcelain gods and Alliance wanted the ship in the system yesterday. So it fell to him, as the ship's chief tactical officer and relief helmsman, to get them to their mission location.
"Good. Get us to Canalus and take us into low orbit. " The captain's voice carried out from the ship's internal communications speaker. Ayden nodded and tapped at the hard-light controls, turning the ship towards the Dirada system and jumping to FTL. Once their destination was locked in, Ayden slid his chair back and rolled one shoulder with a strained groan. He had been sitting in that blasted chair for close to six hours now. The ship's captain was a bit of a ball buster, but she had a reputation for getting things done. As long as she didn't come storming onto the bridge to yell at him, they'd be good. About the only people who regularly walked around the bridge were the bridge staff, the rest of whom were busy with their assigned tasks.
It would be a few hours before they hit the system and without any dangers in FTL, Ayden stood up and stretched some more before locking the flight controls and headed off the bridge. He was looking forward to getting something to eat before it was back to the grind. The M-4 Shuriken bounced against his hip, collapsed against the Alliance uniform he wore while on duty. The captain preferred the bridge officers keep a sidearm on them at all times, and he wasn't about to argue with her. It was less that he feared her, and more that he preferred to keep his record clean. It didn't look good for aspiring naval commanders to disregard orders.
Stepping out of the elevator, Ayden turned and headed for the mess hall. He didn't wave at anyone he passed, not from a lack of courtesy but due to being relatively new on board and desperately wanting to get a bite to eat. Looking around the mess, the LT snaked through the chow line and found an unoccupied table in one corner to eat in. Part of him hoped one of the ship's crew would come over and make small talk, or maybe one of their passengers, but Ayden wasn't holding his breath. They all had a job to do.