Lt. TK Cabrillo, Ensign Lhandon Nilsen, Ensign Josh Herrick, Nurse Rox - Remnant of Chaos Pt. 2
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((Main Shuttlebay, Deck 10, USS Oumuamua))
TK looked back to Rox and then back at the ship. Of course he wasn’t entirely sure he’d call it a ship. How it even flew he did not know but Rox’s earlier statement about it being an Engineers dream was somewhat true. He could spend all month tinkering on this thing.
Nilsen: She's so pretty. I bet Tom Paris would be jealous .
Herrick: ::looking over it:: I’m surprised you caught up to the ‘Oumuamua after you got her. Does shy fly steady?
Nilsen: Who cares if she flew steady. She caught up with us.
Cabrillo: I think I will need the larger engineers kit ::beat:: just in case.
Rox looked over the well-worn hull of the Lady. She looked back at the assembled group.
Rox: She flies fine. Come on, the coordinates for our destination are in the computer’s flight logs. And yes there’s a ceiling just like there’s an edge. Remember the toupee captain went there.
TK looked at Rox with a blank expression and just blinked. oO Toupee captain…ok, she’s smoking something. Oo
Cabrillo: Well, let's go see this ceiling of yours then.
Nilsen: I still…
The group trampled through the round entry portal. A confused look still on his face, Lhandon has to duck. It would have been a dream for Chief Corellii. There was exposed piping and wires everywhere and the ship overall had a very unkempt look. V’Len and Rox had tried to clean it as best they could, but they had not been sure what everything was so they had made piles of parts in bins to go through later. Lhandon didn’t mind, it was just like the trucks and shuttles back home on Gault.
Rox: ::nodding aft:: Kitchen and potty back there ::nodding fore:: control room up here. If you go straight there’s a little observation room for docking to salvage and such.
Looking around at the internals of the ship TK smiled. This was a project well worth an engineer but the fact that this thing actually was space worthy shocked him at the same time. He half expected something to jump out of the wiring at him and try to eat his face off.
Nilsen: ::To Rox:: You really win this over a game of Dabo?
Cabrillo: I think I would have lost on purpose too. ::grabbing a handful of cables hanging from the partially opened maintenance rack and looking up to see where they ran to.::
Rox: ::smiling at Nilsen:: Yes we did. Though we did risk losing the tiny shuttle that TI left us with when the turned us loose
The control room was dark and the consoles a bit greasy though Rox and V’Len had attempted to clean them. There was one seat at the front of the room sitting before a large hexagonal viewport. The flight controls were there. There were two more seats on either side of the room which had triangular viewports in front of them. A jump seat that could be brought down for additional passengers.
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Rox: ::looking around:: Glorious isn’t she?
Nilsen: She’s pretty sweet.
TK strolled to the control area, looked around and then turned back to head to the rear area. Something told him he might want to check the engines before they got too far from the ‘Oumuamua.
Lhandon would fall in love with ships easily. He needed to take just one look at the Foxy Lady and he was smitten. Lhandon wasn’t a ship engineer, but he could do basic maintenance and was pretty handy clearing up comms, so at least he could be helpful. But there was one thing that he would have loved to have done in that moment, but he didn’t know how to approach it.
Nilsen: So…where do you need me? I can do comms ::Lhandon pauses for a second to consider his next words but they come out way too fast:: But if you need someone to fly second shift…or maybe navigate for you…you know I…::Lhandon’s speech dovetails off nervously.
Rox: Yeah let me fly. This thing has a weird system, you feed the engine with fuel channels and they need to be opened by hand as you need more power. It’s like the transport my uncle drove on Turkana
Nilsen: So a proper ship?
Cabrillo: ::stepping back into the control area:: I’ll take a jump seat in case you need any fires, hole breaches or loose wires taken care of.
Josh grabbed a seat on the starboard side of the freighter. As he looked around, he noted that while his first impression may have been a bit harsh, once you reframed your thinking from Starfleet comfort to functional ship, a lot of the ‘first impression vibes’ fell away. He struggled to find the right word to describe it, but sturdy came to mind.
Herrick: I’d appreciate some help on the ops side too; I’m not used to this class of freighter so I don’t want to split up my attention too much .
Rox swung herself into the seat and pushed a large green button the ship hummed to life and the deck plating began to vibrate. On the floor Rox pushed two pedal controls, one which increased thrust and the other which suspended fuel flow in order to open up new fuel channel valves. To her left on the console was a lever which moved both horizontally and vertically. Presently it was in the one position. As thrust was needed the flow regulation pedal was pushed and the lever could be moved to the next position so that 2 fuel channels would then be opened. The warp drive kicked in when all 6 fuel channels were open.
Rox: ::turning around:: TK and Josh will love this. This pedal ::stomps on the right one:: increases thrust, but once you max out the fuel flow you have to push this pedal ::stomps on the left:: suspend fuel flow briefly and then I move this lever to open more channels. All done by hand, no automation at all.
Cabrillo: ::placing his hands on the seat:: No automation at all?
Nilsen: Why you’d want automation?
Rox: If you’re a good boy TK I’ll let you automate it for me. ::looking over at Herrick:: How’s everything else looking?
Josh pulled up the console and took a look at the readouts, focusing on the propulsion system.
Herrick: ::looking up from the panel and around the room:: Everything looks good at first glance on my end, perhaps a good omen on our journey to the ceiling of the universe.
Rox: ::correcting Herrick:: Galaxy
Cabrillo: No ceiling people, just an edge.
Nilsen: I still have no idea…anyway. I wanna get out of here. ::Lhandon hits the coms, fulfilling the C in his HCO role:: =/\= This is the, erm the Foxy Lady requesting permission to depart =/\=
Bridge Ops: =/\= Errr… Foxy Lady… (some muffled giggle) please state the purpose of your departure and on whose authority =/\=
Rox: Somebody let them know we’re on leave and that’s what we’re doing.
TK looked at the group and then tapped his Combadge. As the senior officer in the ship it would have fallen to him to get departure orders anyways.
Cabrillo: =/\= This is Lieutenant TK Cabrillo, shore leave party departing on my authority. =/\=
Bridge Ops: =/\= Understood, we’ll expect you back in 12 hours... Foxy Lady. =/\=
Rox: Hang on people
Cabrillo: ::in a low voice:: And now we all die.
Nilsen: ::To Cabrillo:: Nope, now we fly
As the crew of the Foxy Lady completed their pre-departure flight checks, and the doors swept open. The crew seemed to be in high spirits about their little adventure.
Rox depressed the thrust pedal and the ship began to lumber forward. As they headed toward the shield she pressed the fuel pedal and shifted the lever to the 2 position. With a lurch the Foxy Lady leapt forward and out of the shuttle bay. Rox completed the maneuver twice more, putting the lever to 4. They were accelerating rapidly away from the Oumuamua.
Before it was too late, Josh tapped in a message to one of the other off duty engineers that owed him a favour. Fixing the anti-grav unit was the last thing he had to do before he was off but the work still needed to be completed. Just a few moments later, he got a blip back and relief washed over him — he was safe.
Rox: Ok, TK look in the ships logs and find me the course to the planet (beat) Paradiso
TK turned and found a terminal to link into. The ships computer was oddly oriented but he could navigate it and within a few moments found the coordinates that Rox had requested.
Cabrilo: found them ::beat:: putting them up on the forward display.
Nilsen: That ain’t that far, edge of universe right? Three hours away?
Rox: ::turning to Nilsen: Put the coordinates into the Nav computer back there.
Nilsen: ::Taps the console:: Done.
As Rox continued to accelerate the deck plating and several of the parts boxes began to rattle. She looked at the instruments to see an orange light come on. Their course was set.
Rox: Got it. Hang on to your teeth.
As Rox gave the warning she moved the lever to 5 and the engine began to whine at a high pitch. The thrust pushed her back into her seat and the stars began to lengthen before them.
Josh watched the instrumentation panel as the Talaxian freighter shuttered to life. The guages were already reading near the recommended maximums, but the pre-flight check hadn’t yielded any warnings and it had made it all the way from DS9. He’d keep an eye on it, but for now she was holding.
Cabrillo: Rox, is this normal or did the check engine light just come on?
Herrick: We’re reaching the upper limits… already. But it doesn’t look too concerning; once we flip to warp, let’s see if she calms down.
Nilsen: ::To Cabrillo:: Don’t stress yourself out, you should try the “shuttle” we had on the farm. Ancient thing, check engine light was always on but it will keep going for another century.
As the whine of the engine became almost unbearable she moved the lever to position 6 and the stars began to streak past them. The whine died down and deck plating ceased its rumbling. Hitting a few buttons to engage the autopilot Rox turned around triumphantly in her seat.
Rox: We’re off to the races
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Rox
Nurse - Crewman 2nd class
USS Oumuamua NCC-81226
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Ensign Lhandon Joseph Nilsen
HCO
USS Oumuamua
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Ensign Josh Herrick
Engineering Officer
USS ‘Oumuamua
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Lieutenant jg TK Cabrillo
Engineering Officer
USS Oumuamua
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