Ensign S'jenes - Letting Loose
James hassell
((Shuttle Bay - USS Constitution-B))
S’Jenes: I am prepared to provide sensor oversight or... snack security. Whichever station is deemed less critical to the "joyride" maneuvers.
Lystra: Oh look. If we’re only taking one shuttle then I definitely want a chance at the helm too. Maybe make it a game? See who can pull the wildest maneuvers around the yards and the asteroids between us?
S’Jenes watched the exchange from behind his mirrored lenses, the wide brim of his hat casting a shadow that made his Vulcan stoicism look more like a man intently contemplating a nap.
Foster: alright, you’re on!
McCray: Just tell me where ya want me.
Lystra: To be fair, the Argo shuttles do have a remote piloting function. So we could still have a race and all be on the same shuttle. ::she reached into her jacket pocket and pulled said remote out to wiggle it in the air:: Whoops. How’d this get here?
S’Jenes noted the "innocent" look Foster was trying to replicate. To a Vulcan, the deception was as transparent as a clean viewscreen, but he found the theatricality of human social bonding to be an efficient use of his observation time.
Foster: Oh, geee, how could that ever be. ::he turned towards S’jenes and handed him a box of cookies.:: Here, guard this!
S’Jenes accepted the container with a level of gravity usually reserved for carrying the Katra of a high priest. He looked down at the box, then back at the Commander, his mirrored lenses giving nothing away.
S’Jenes: I shall protect these with my life, sir.
McCray: ?
Foster: I got a second one. ::he thrust it towards Blaine:: And I can’t pilot with my hands full.
Leran: How close do you think they’ll let us get to the ships under construction? I’ve been interested in getting a look at the new Verity Class. I hear it has some Vulcan influence in the design.
Lystra: It’s not so much how close they’ll let us get as to how much trouble we’ll get into afterwards if we ignore the warnings. But we should still be able to get pretty close regardless.
Foster: I mean I’m sure I could sweet talk a flag officer or two. Then again we don’t want to give Jalana too many headaches.
S’Jenes: If need be, based on my apparel, I am prepared to act as a visual distraction while you deploy your diplomatic charms, Commander.
McCray: ?
Perax: A Starfleet ship with a warp ring instead of nacelles. I’m not sure what SCE is thinking, but the design’s appearance should be interesting.
Lystra: Reminds me of home. ::she added for clarification:: The Xal’tress. Well, the current one is an old Vulcan freighter. So it has a warp ring. I kind of like the simplicity of nacelles. Plus, depending on the design it makes it look like the ship has wings.
S’Jenes: While the ring is a triumph of toroidal geometry, I admit that "wings" do possess a certain dramatic flair that my people often... tragically overlook.
McCray/Perax: ?
Lystra: Right, well what do you say Cade? ::She wiggled the Argo remote:: Shall we start our joyride?
S’Jenes watched as the Commander took the pilot's seat. He took a seat nearby, securing his tea mug in a cup holder and placing the cookie box firmly on his lap. He observed as Foster transitioned from his previous "vacation" persona into a focused pilot, his movements becoming precise and disciplined.
Foster: I certainly am. Everyone settle in and let’s do pre-checks.
S’Jenes: Life support is optimal, and my hat is currently secured for atmospheric...or lack thereof...stability.
McCray/Perax: ?
Lystra: A sight seeing pass around the yards first sounds good. Then we can check out the facilities on the nearby asteroids too. The field’s more dense than most, I don’t know if that’s due to the yards keeping them intentionally clustered for easier mining or not. In shuttles, we shouldn’t have any navigation issues. And a few look like we might be able to fit inside if you’re feeling spicy.
Foster: Sounds like a plan to me.
S’Jenes: As long as the spicy maneuvers do not involve a sudden, unplanned integration with the asteroid’s geology.
McCray/Perax: ?
Lystra: What? It’s not like I’m saying we should pull a Kolvoord Starburst or anything. But we gotta have a little fun.
Foster: Well, unless you have four more shuttles and a bunch pilots ready to make terrible decisions let’s pass. And for the records, no I’m not into terrible decisions while behind a shuttle helm.
S’Jenes caught the subtle shift in Foster's tone... a momentary cooling of the air that had nothing to do with the shuttle's life support. He remained silent, his gaze fixed forward, acknowledging the sudden weight of the moment without needing to comment on it.
S’Jenes: A logical conclusion; one crashed shuttle is a catastrophe, but one crashed shuttle with zero cookies left is a tragedy.
McCray/Perax/Lystra: ?
Foster: Exactly, it’s only fun if you’re safe and sound at the end. So let’s have some thrills and some sights and cookies and do it all within regulations.
S’Jenes: Agreed; I find that my ability to enjoy the scenery is significantly enhanced by the continued presence of my own molecules.
McCray/Perax/Lystra: ?
The shuttlebay doors opened as the pre-checks turned green and the shuttle went to condition blue. S’Jenes felt the familiar, gentle vibration of the inertial dampeners as Foster lifted them out.
Foster: Purring like a kitten. Alright, I’m going take this one nice and easy. Sightseeing pass around the yards. Keep your eyes out for that Verity.
S’Jenes tilted his head slightly, the wide brim of his Tucker Station hat grazing the headrest as the Constitution drifted past the viewport. It was a perspective he rarely took the time to enjoy... a slow, reverent pace through the machinery of the fleet.
S’Jenes: ::in a very vulcan dry tone:: Huzzah. The sightseeing excursion has commenced. I am experiencing a significant surge of... recreational enthusiasm
McCray/Perax/Lystra: ?