Lieutenant Commander Marty Tucker - [repost] Field Trip
Martin Tucker
((Flight Deck, Runabout Sojourn, USS Ronin, Ross-580 Gas Giant A, Moon Sigma))
Marty sat in the pilot's seat of the Sojourn doing his preflight check. The Sojourn was a Volga-Class Runabout; there were four of them. The Rhine, the workhorse of the Volga Runabouts, was currently on loan to Commander Alieth, on Vulcan. Or at least the last time he checked it was, but he’d been checking on it less and less. The Sojourn was smaller than a Dabube-Class, but could hold forty passengers in an emergency and sits a comfortable ten if needed as well.
Marty keyed the communications.
Tucker: Flight, this is Sojourn, doing pre-flight. About ready to fire her up.
Hicks: Sojourn, this is flight, you’re clear in fifteen.
Tucker: Thanks corporal, just waiting on my cargo.
As if on cue, he heard someone in the back coming in. Marty turned in his seat and stood to greet the Ronin’s Security Chief, Jack Kessler. Marty extended a hand. Right behind Kessler came both Nemes and Evinrude, everyone with their gear.
Tucker: Chief, good to finally meet face to face,
Kessler/Nemes/Evinrude: Response
Marty pointed to the rear compartment.
Tucker: You can settle your gear back there. I’ve had the ship loaded with those environmental suits, the hazardous ones.
Marty went to pull a case from underneath one of the aft consoles and set it on top.
Tucker: Command code Tucker - Alpha - Pie
The lid popped open, revealing four red wristbands of sorts. On top of it was an LCARS interface. The bracelet itself was rather thick an they were red, which matched their hazard suits. He pulled one out and handed it to Kessle,r then one to Nemes and Evinrude.
Kessler/Nemes/Evinrude: Response
Tucker: What are they? They are wrist tricorders that will go on the outside of the suit and can withstand most radiation. They’ve been out of circulation, but I fixed them up and refitted them. They’re all up to date with Starfleet standards.
Kessler/Nemes/Evinrude: Response
Hicks: Sojourn, this is flight, you’re a go.
Tucker: Thanks, flight. ::turning to the group:: stow your gear and let's get out of here. Tess, take the engineering station, sciences for Lieutenant Nemes, Mr. Keller, if you wouldn’t mind being the copilot.
Everyone found their seats, and Marty piloted the Sojourn out nice and easy.
((Runabout Sojourn, Ross-580 Gas Giant A, Moon Sigma))
The flight wasn’t without issues, most of them atmospheric in nature, and the runabout side-to-side, even with the inertial dampeners, things weren’t going well. The Sojourn, for its part, was staying together, though he thought his teeth were going to chatter out of his head.
Marty’s hands ran over the flight console.
Tucker: Alright, we’re coming in a little hot, Mister Kessler. Can you try to keep us steady for just five minutes so I can set this bucket down?
Kessler/Nemes/Evinrude: Response
Tucker: That should do it. We’re about to set down, Mister Kessler, if you would put us into the landing cycle, please.
They began their landing cycle, and it seems it wasn’t as windy on the surface as the upper atmosphere. Marty spun the craft three-sixty and set the Sojourn down with a loud BANG as a shudder ran through the Sojourn. Marty turned and smiled.
Kessler/Nemes/Evinrude: Response
Tucker: Look, any landing you can walk away from is a good landing. Alright lets get suited up.
Kessler/Nemes/Evinrude: Response
TAGS/TBC!!!!!