PNPC Lieutenant Kyle Morgan - At Long Last
Addison MacKenzie
(( Cockpit of the USS Galaktoboureko - Main Shuttlebay, Deck 11, USS Artemis-A ))
The shuttle doors closed over them, and the hum of the engines and other
systems powering up started to increase slightly in volume. The officers with
more important tasks started to oversee their launch sequence.
Vailani: The bridge has cleared us for launch, lieutenant.
Morgan: You heard her, Vitor. Let’s get this show on the road.
Sadar: ::to Sil-net:: If you
even scratch the Artemis, you’re the one who gets
to explain it to the Captain.
Kyle’s
eyes widened slightly as he found himself in silent agreement with the
sentiment. Catching the ire of the captain was not something any of them
wanted. With a gentle hum, the shuttle lifted from the deck and smoothly moved
through the forcefield and out into space.
Silveira: Here we go, opening sails.
He smiled cheekily.
Morgan: Like riding a bike, eh Vitor?
Gnai: Response
Silveira: Alright everyone this is
your pilot speaking, keep your seatbelts fastened until further notice, and
enjoy the ride.
Gnai: Response
Vailani: :: to Gila :: We've
arrived at the departure coordinates. Clear of the Artemis’ warp bubble.
Now that
they were outside the Artemis’s warp bubble, Gila nodded and offered the
order to get them underway.
Sadar: Sil-net, Warp 5 to the Laoi system, please.
Silveira: Get ready to warp.
Imril: Matter-antimatter matrix initialized. FTL drives ready.
Gnai: Response
The vibrations of the deck plating beneath their feet started to
increase as the shuttle picked up speed. Kyle propped his feet up on his console,
crossing one foot over the other.
Morgan: ::to himself:: Just like riding a bike.
((( Time Skip: One week later )))
(( In Space - Laoi System, Minos Korva Sector, Alpha Quadrant ))
After a week in the type-11 shuttle with these hooligans, Kyle was ready to get
to the heart of their mission. Or to at least be able to get out and stretch
his legs. Small crafts were not good for one’s circulatory system. Or for their
psychological benefits when in close quarters with so many others. Fortunately
for them, it seemed as though they were finally arriving at their destination.
At. Long. Last.
Vailani: Approaching on vector 2,
5.
Silveira: Response
Their Mizarian leader positioned
herself between Zoyara and Silveira as they entered the Laoi system. She'd been
playing mediator almost the entire week, but it was obvious that her skills in
this particular area needed more development. He’d make a note for Addison.
Morgan: Are we there yet?!
Gnai: Response
Sadar: ::forced excitement:: Okay! It’s time to get our testing underway! ::to Ensign Imril:: How’s the data on the solar radiation coming in, Ensign? Are the sensors working to parameters?
Imril: ::Running scans and diagnostics on the scans:: Sensors working to spec. They’re getting plenty of data, Doctor. Directing all of it to Lieutenant Gnai’s station.
Kyle looked over to see
if the Galadoran had anything to add.
Gnai/Silveira: Response
Vailani: Reconfiguring the shield
modulation. A variance of 0.16. As long as the radiation stays within that
range then the shuttle's systems should remain operational.
Imril: Metaphasic shield projectors operating at 100 percent capacity. We’re good for approach to the star.
Morgan: ::tapping his console:: Looks like
biological sample containers are intact and ready.
Gnai/Silveira: Response
The interior of the
cockpit brightened under the growing light of the approaching sun. Vailani left
the co-pilot seat and moved next to Imril to look at their station, and he
leaned to the side to give her a better vantage point.
Vailani: The shields are holding.
If we adjust the sensor by 0.8 we might increase the depth :: turns to Gnai ::
Lieutenant Gnai we'll try to give as much power to the sensors as we can but we
need to maintain structural integrity.
Kyle considered himself to be a scientifically curious person, but for him,
that curiosity was manifested through medicine. While he had some degree of
standard Starfleet training, he was happy to let the others whose specialties were
closely aligned with their mission take the lead.
Imril: Zero-point-eight
adjustment ready on your order. I don’t foresee any issues on the engineering
end of things from such a small modulation. ::Points to a section of the
engineering panel, a series of sliders all at or near 100%.:: I’m keeping an
eye on hull integrity on this panel here. If it starts to fail, I’ll be sure to
let everyone know.
Alarms would sound if the hull parameters changed, at which point Kyle hoped the others would know what to do to keep them from getting sucked out into space or irradiated or some other damn thing.
Gnai/Sadar/Silveira/Vailani: Response
Imril: I’m also watching the
systems most likely to be impacted by proximity to solar radiation first. I
recommend we start testing the targeting array now, to set a baseline.
Gnai/Sadar/Silveira/Vailani: Response
Kyle squinted more and more the closer the craft got to the star, until
eventually his eyelids were practically closed.
Imril: Maybe we should turn up
the windshield tinting while we’re at it?
Morgan: ::nodding:: I’d appreciate that.
Gnai/Sadar/Silveira/Vailani: Response
Morgan: What kind of samples are we looking for, boss?
Gnai/Sadar/Silveira/Vailani: Response
Tag, and TBC!
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Lieutenant Kyle Morgan
Assistant Chief Medical Officer
USS Artemis-A
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