Lt Vylaa zh'Tisav: Does Anyone Else Hear Magic Carpet Ride?
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Andrew B
Dec 3, 2023, 1:19:28 AM12/3/23
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((Lor’Vela launch site, Andoria))
Vylaa had been glad to accept Doz’s invitation. She hadn’t been back to the launch site, or even to the western landmass, in a number of years. The site north of Lake Emarnl was special. It represented a return of hope after the New Andoria disaster had trapped them on the gas giants moon for nearly two centuries.
The launch complex was exactly as she remembered, each of the ancient buildings carefully maintained. Each had a different function. They were at the fabrication building, where the ships modules had been assembled before being added to the ship on the launch pad. Across the way was the sites medical facility, and beside it the engine assembly building, where the multiple engine modules the early “hop-and-stop” ship had required. Here and there more facilities poked up from the snow all across the facility grounds.
From her spot by the balcony railing she glanced up into the pale morning sky. Andor’s rings formed a pale arch across the chilly sky, like a stellar rainbow. Andor herself hadn’t yet come into view. A seabird flew slilently overhead, making her way from her inland nest to the open sea far out past the ice shelf.
Finch: Now then, the question is, how do we get from this balcony here to the launch pad all the way down there?
zh’Tisav: There’s a spiral stairway inside, and then we can walk across the complex.
The zhen’s antennae curled together. It was a humerous scene before her. The humans shivered in their multiple layers. Doz’s cpstume was so poofy in fact that the blue woman wondered if it was a struggle to keep her arms down. While she was dressed warmly herself, her flowy robes didn’t quiet reach the same level. For the same reason why she shed layers in high heat, her higher Andorian metabolism made her more comfortable in cold environs.
Bowers: Response
Finch: When did they say it all began? Around 2118, was it?
zh’Tisav: Around there, yes. Not too long before humans, correct?
Bowers: Response
Finch: It’s incredible how well preserved the place is. You can tell they’ve taken great pride and care with it.
zh’Tisav: It represents a lot. Our first attempts at space exploration didn’t go well.
Bowers: Response
zh’Tisav: Absolute disasters. Catastrophes really. That’s why when they started again, they were more deliberate. ::She pointed across the complex to another nondescript building behind the launch control building.:: We need to go there before we leave. It’s the lab facility. It’s really the heart of the whole Andorian FTL flight program.
Finch / Bowers: response
The zhen shifted away from the railing and opened the door, holding it open for her companions. She followed them inside, as well as along the interior catwalk above the assembly floor. The staircase they sught was across the building. Suddenly, the zhen grunted quietly. Her child had been kicking her navel off and on all morning, and she was sure by now she must have developed a bruise.
Finch / Bowers: response
zh’Tisav: Nothing to worry about, the kid’s just beating me up. :: She lifted a shoulder.:: The twins took turns, one on while the other slept. 32 hours a day non-stop, at least a singlet has to stop to sleep, right?
Finch / Bowers: response
Vylaa had been glad to accept Doz’s invitation. She hadn’t been back to the launch site, or even to the western landmass, in a number of years. The site north of Lake Emarnl was special. It represented a return of hope after the New Andoria disaster had trapped them on the gas giants moon for nearly two centuries.
The launch complex was exactly as she remembered, each of the ancient buildings carefully maintained. Each had a different function. They were at the fabrication building, where the ships modules had been assembled before being added to the ship on the launch pad. Across the way was the sites medical facility, and beside it the engine assembly building, where the multiple engine modules the early “hop-and-stop” ship had required. Here and there more facilities poked up from the snow all across the facility grounds.
From her spot by the balcony railing she glanced up into the pale morning sky. Andor’s rings formed a pale arch across the chilly sky, like a stellar rainbow. Andor herself hadn’t yet come into view. A seabird flew slilently overhead, making her way from her inland nest to the open sea far out past the ice shelf.
Finch: Now then, the question is, how do we get from this balcony here to the launch pad all the way down there?
zh’Tisav: There’s a spiral stairway inside, and then we can walk across the complex.
The zhen’s antennae curled together. It was a humerous scene before her. The humans shivered in their multiple layers. Doz’s cpstume was so poofy in fact that the blue woman wondered if it was a struggle to keep her arms down. While she was dressed warmly herself, her flowy robes didn’t quiet reach the same level. For the same reason why she shed layers in high heat, her higher Andorian metabolism made her more comfortable in cold environs.
Bowers: Response
Finch: When did they say it all began? Around 2118, was it?
zh’Tisav: Around there, yes. Not too long before humans, correct?
Bowers: Response
Finch: It’s incredible how well preserved the place is. You can tell they’ve taken great pride and care with it.
zh’Tisav: It represents a lot. Our first attempts at space exploration didn’t go well.
Bowers: Response
zh’Tisav: Absolute disasters. Catastrophes really. That’s why when they started again, they were more deliberate. ::She pointed across the complex to another nondescript building behind the launch control building.:: We need to go there before we leave. It’s the lab facility. It’s really the heart of the whole Andorian FTL flight program.
Finch / Bowers: response
The zhen shifted away from the railing and opened the door, holding it open for her companions. She followed them inside, as well as along the interior catwalk above the assembly floor. The staircase they sught was across the building. Suddenly, the zhen grunted quietly. Her child had been kicking her navel off and on all morning, and she was sure by now she must have developed a bruise.
Finch / Bowers: response
zh’Tisav: Nothing to worry about, the kid’s just beating me up. :: She lifted a shoulder.:: The twins took turns, one on while the other slept. 32 hours a day non-stop, at least a singlet has to stop to sleep, right?
Finch / Bowers: response
Lt Vylaa zh'Tisav
Engineering Officer
USS Gorkon
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