LtJG Hiro Jones - I Wanna Try the Cerebro
notyourfrog
((Sensor Pod, USS Artemis))
From meat(?) on a stick and smushy poufs to turbo lifts and the sensor pod, Hiro was having a pretty fun day. New things always excited him, and if it involved seeing the universe in a different or clearer way, that was even better. The fact that his tour guide for this excursion to the big bubble was one of his favorite people was simply the cherry on top. She seemed happy to be rattling off various facts about the pod on their way.
Jovenan: … and did you know that the entire pod is replaceable?
Jones: Really? It seems a bit large to be interchangable.
Jovenan: Yes! We could go to any spacedock and they could remove the thing and replace it. Not just with a new sensor pod either, but with other configurations as well. There’s the tactical pod for war time with multiple torpedo tubes and such, and, uh, other models. It’s like the Nebula class, if you’re familiar with those.
Jones: Woah. So it's almost like asking which accessory goes best with our outfit that mission.
As they stepped into a fairly sparse room, Hiro looked around. She hadn't been joking. On the surface, this was not a visually impressive room. It looked kind of like one of the study rooms back at CIVP, which brought a small wave of nostalgia and warmth for the austere surroundings.
Jovenan: So, welcome to the sensor pod! It’s a bit crampy, but that’s so there’s more room for the actual equipment. This is the control room, where all parts of the pod can be operated from. The other rooms are for technical stuff and storages for probes and torpedoes.
Jones: So this acts as kind of a mini bridge? What about the other decks?
She points at ladders near the corner of the room.
Jovenan: This is officially all just one deck, despite being on multiple levels. There are no corridors running across the entirety of the pod, so if you want to go to the other parts, you need to use ladders and Jefferies tubes.
Jones: I imagine it would have been a little crazy in here when we lost gravity.
The station she now approached resembled a cross between an ancient torture device and the command chair of a mech suit from one of Hiro's favorite classic animated film programs: Mobile Suit Gundam Wing.
Jovenan: This is the TOV suit.
Hiro reached out a hand tentatively running his fingers over the smooth lines of the harness and cabling. He was trying to work out how it functioned before being told, but so much of the technology here, though vaguely familiar to him (It was Starfleet tech, after all) was way outside his scope of experience.
Jones: Ok, I give up. This is gorgeous, but I can't even begin to guess what it's for.
Jovenan: It’s used for controlling probes! The probes visual telemetric data is fed into the visor, so one can see what the probe does. It can visualise other data as well. The operator can also control the probe’s trajectory manually.
Jones: Woah. So let me see if I understand this correctly. We launch probes, which take in huge amounts of data from multiple perspectives. There's a person in this chair who gets presented with those images, data, feedback, etc at the same time the computer does?
Jovenan: Response
Jones: So they're essentially using the suit as the control center that gives them the perspective of some huge, celestial, multi-eyed space creature? That. Sounds. AWESOME.
Jovenan: Response
Jones: So, what kind of range can the user see?
Jovenan: Response
Jones: Not quite home then, huh?
He really hoped the comment wasn't too far, but he felt like there was something his Edo friend wasn't sharing. Obviously she didn't have to share anything with him, but he hoped she saw him as a safe confidant. He decided to amend the question.
Jones: Sometimes the distance between wherever our orders take us and Chicago gets to me. It's a comfort to know I have friends around if I feel lonely or homesick.
Jovenan: Response
Jones: That was one of the things that frightened me most last mission: the thought of people I care about in danger. Aside from the selfish aspect they make me feel like I'm not so far from home, if any of you were terribly injured ... or worse ... I don't know. I don't like the prospect.
Jovenan: Response
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