And that if an offline core survived, some other replacement parts should have as well.
The Next Generation (Star Trek)
- Thread starter Hiver
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And that if an offline core survived, some other replacement parts should have as well.
tehcrash
Apprentice Supervillain
- Location
- Seattle-ish
Was the captain some kind of pen nerd? I have no idea what kind of ink is in any of the pens I use, and he had to have had those available before the replicators went down...
Prince Charon
Just zis guy, you know?
Blood is iron based, but I think Amy would have noticed that.
I think people are forgetting that this AI was there during the Berserker wars. In other words, this one has no idea of the separation of the Jovians and Starfleet when it happened.
So when they do get to waking her, she's going to be in for a culture/displacement shock. Again.
So remember when Star first woke up from her sim and realised her world has changed.
Now she gets to experience the same thing once more as a different AI. With the added bonus of traumatic crew death that she couldn't have done anything about.
PTSD anyone?
So when they do get to waking her, she's going to be in for a culture/displacement shock. Again.
So remember when Star first woke up from her sim and realised her world has changed.
Now she gets to experience the same thing once more as a different AI. With the added bonus of traumatic crew death that she couldn't have done anything about.
PTSD anyone?
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- Location
- Christchurch, NZ
My needless pedantry sense is making me point out that (at least in canon) most of that would have been either duotronics or isolinear circuits, and of course QCs are quantum. Not that it makes any difference, as the whole point of not using real tech is so you don't have to justify how it behaves in the story....
More importantly: such an effect sounds like it would make an amazing weapon! Even if it's blocked by shields, (unclear if the mention of shields implies that they had them up) if you can sneak up on an unsuspecting enemy you can immediately disable them permanently and take prisoners or scavenge technology at your leisure. Just about everyone would want one of those, even if it's just as a non-lethal option.
49
Clara frowned at me in the open space simulation as I moved back across space towards her, "Are you okay?"
"...Don't know," I admitted, putting the arms of my simulated avatar around myself, "I don't know."
She moved up to me, "What happened over there was horrible."
"Yes."
Clara frowned and then pulled me into a hug. I hugged back, "I… I know what happened there was beyond horrible and the horror they must have faced… but all I can think of it…"
"What?" she asked, shifting back to look at my avatar.
"...Oregon. She shut down her avatar for maintenance and now she will wake up to… this…" I said softly, "A second ago, she was happy. Her crew was alive. She had a life, friends. The next… it's all gone."
Clara sighed softly, "Yeah, I know what you mean. The thought of going through that… if we slept, I would have nightmares about it."
"So what's now?"
She shook her head, "Now we stay here and wait. I got in contact with GSV 'Stellar Drift', she is a Fed GSV and will be here in a couple of days to take over. He did ask for us to hand Ori over to them."
"...and Oregon?"
Clara shook her head again, "We're not reactivating her. At least… we're not. We're handing her over to Stella when they arrive, it's better if she is reactivated on a Fed vessel."
I nodded.
"Yeah," I said softly before I frowned, "...So much has happened since she was active last."
"...No kidding," Clara said and gave me another quick hug, "Now dock up. Take some time off, okay?"
I hugged back tight, nodding before the sim environment dissolve and shut down. I scooted up beneath Clara with puffs of my thrusters as her landing bay opened.
The docking clamps locked me in place and I shut down engines before lowering my ramp. Thivan nodded, "Okay everyone, time for a debrief with the Captain and Clara," he said before looking towards the screen closest to him, "I assume Clara already did you?"
I nodded on the screen, "Yeah. As well as all the sensor records. I'll join you with my avatar though, I'm already on the way there. Meanwhile, I'm bringing Oregons QC down to engineering for a more through checkover."
"We're not powering her up, are we?" Theresa asked with a frown.
I shook my head, "Thankfully not. A Fed GSV is on the way for a pickup and to handle the rest of the site."
Thivan sighed, "Might be for the best. Okay everyone, let's get going. I don't know about you guys, but I for one want to get out of this suit."
With that, everyone headed out for the changing room right next to the hangar. They could have gotten changed in the living section of my hull, but… well, four people in Explorer armour would make it a bit cramped.
Easier with more room.
While I headed towards engineering with the Scout Platform, I looked around my quarters with my avatar as I left the bathroom, having finished my shower.
Completely irrational, but after I undocked from Oregon, I just felt like I needed a shower. I still had a couple of minutes to get ready until I needed to meet the rest for the debriefing, so I gave my hair a quick brushing and started to braid it again.
In… in theory we did good.
We managed to perform the mission we set out to do. We got Oregon out of there and so far, she seems intact.
We even managed to figure out what happened here, more or less. Not what hit them, but what happened to the crew at least. Not sure we'll fully figure out what happened here. It… it had not really hit me before.
Space was Dangerous. I had lived in space all my life, I had barely even been to a planet before at all.
I knew space travel wasn't safe. Of course it wasn't! I had known that… but I had not 'known' that.
Now I did. I was in Contact too, the most dangerous branch of the Commonwealth. Not a combat vessel, but outside of War, exploration was more dangerous anyway.
Things out here were Dangerous.
...And out here, Clara and I was all that stood between our Crews and a horrible and possibly slow death.
Nodding to myself, I finished my braid and moved to the replicator to get me a new uniform. Thivan, Sam, Thesi, Kys…
They needed me to keep them safe and I'd be damned if I let anything hurt any of them. I may be new at this, but if the universe wanted any of them, it would have to go through me!
"...Don't know," I admitted, putting the arms of my simulated avatar around myself, "I don't know."
She moved up to me, "What happened over there was horrible."
"Yes."
Clara frowned and then pulled me into a hug. I hugged back, "I… I know what happened there was beyond horrible and the horror they must have faced… but all I can think of it…"
"What?" she asked, shifting back to look at my avatar.
"...Oregon. She shut down her avatar for maintenance and now she will wake up to… this…" I said softly, "A second ago, she was happy. Her crew was alive. She had a life, friends. The next… it's all gone."
Clara sighed softly, "Yeah, I know what you mean. The thought of going through that… if we slept, I would have nightmares about it."
"So what's now?"
She shook her head, "Now we stay here and wait. I got in contact with GSV 'Stellar Drift', she is a Fed GSV and will be here in a couple of days to take over. He did ask for us to hand Ori over to them."
"...and Oregon?"
Clara shook her head again, "We're not reactivating her. At least… we're not. We're handing her over to Stella when they arrive, it's better if she is reactivated on a Fed vessel."
I nodded.
"Yeah," I said softly before I frowned, "...So much has happened since she was active last."
"...No kidding," Clara said and gave me another quick hug, "Now dock up. Take some time off, okay?"
I hugged back tight, nodding before the sim environment dissolve and shut down. I scooted up beneath Clara with puffs of my thrusters as her landing bay opened.
The docking clamps locked me in place and I shut down engines before lowering my ramp. Thivan nodded, "Okay everyone, time for a debrief with the Captain and Clara," he said before looking towards the screen closest to him, "I assume Clara already did you?"
I nodded on the screen, "Yeah. As well as all the sensor records. I'll join you with my avatar though, I'm already on the way there. Meanwhile, I'm bringing Oregons QC down to engineering for a more through checkover."
"We're not powering her up, are we?" Theresa asked with a frown.
I shook my head, "Thankfully not. A Fed GSV is on the way for a pickup and to handle the rest of the site."
Thivan sighed, "Might be for the best. Okay everyone, let's get going. I don't know about you guys, but I for one want to get out of this suit."
With that, everyone headed out for the changing room right next to the hangar. They could have gotten changed in the living section of my hull, but… well, four people in Explorer armour would make it a bit cramped.
Easier with more room.
While I headed towards engineering with the Scout Platform, I looked around my quarters with my avatar as I left the bathroom, having finished my shower.
Completely irrational, but after I undocked from Oregon, I just felt like I needed a shower. I still had a couple of minutes to get ready until I needed to meet the rest for the debriefing, so I gave my hair a quick brushing and started to braid it again.
In… in theory we did good.
We managed to perform the mission we set out to do. We got Oregon out of there and so far, she seems intact.
We even managed to figure out what happened here, more or less. Not what hit them, but what happened to the crew at least. Not sure we'll fully figure out what happened here. It… it had not really hit me before.
Space was Dangerous. I had lived in space all my life, I had barely even been to a planet before at all.
I knew space travel wasn't safe. Of course it wasn't! I had known that… but I had not 'known' that.
Now I did. I was in Contact too, the most dangerous branch of the Commonwealth. Not a combat vessel, but outside of War, exploration was more dangerous anyway.
Things out here were Dangerous.
...And out here, Clara and I was all that stood between our Crews and a horrible and possibly slow death.
Nodding to myself, I finished my braid and moved to the replicator to get me a new uniform. Thivan, Sam, Thesi, Kys…
They needed me to keep them safe and I'd be damned if I let anything hurt any of them. I may be new at this, but if the universe wanted any of them, it would have to go through me!
- Location
- Christchurch, NZ
Considering that you just saw it go though another Ship, that isn't quite as rousing a sentiment as you might have hoped...
50
It was the middle of Ship night and everything was calm. I didn't want to look at Oregon right now, so I had cut my links to Claras sensors. Keeping to passive sensors, I could just about detect her as a mass sitting a couple of hundred meters away.
Didn't want to deactivate those, but that I could live with.
Reaching up, I ran the cleaning cloth across the door to my small flightdeck. My interior clean was my responsibility.
Sure, I could used some maintenance drone for it, but I felt like using my avatar. Stepping back, I looked at the door, sliding it closed and open a couple of times before I nodded.
Good.
Moving on to the living area, I idly put a forgotten water bottle into the replicator to recycle back into matter storage before moving on to change the covers on the crew bunks. Didn't really need doing, nobody had been using them, but needed to remove them to do a full clean anyway so might as well.
The doors of the turbolift opened and Theresa walked out, "Hey,"
"Hey," I answered, using my external speakers, "Shouldn't you be sleeping? It's three in the morning."
"Yeah… couldn't sleep," she admitted and moved up, putting her hand on my front landing gear hydraulics before moving on towards the ramp, running her hand along the edge of my wing, "You doing okay?"
"I'm fine," I said and walked down the ramp to meet her.
She smiled a bit, "So that's why you're… what? Cleaning? During the middle of the night?"
I shrugged, "Not like I sleep. Besides, needs to be done anyway."
Thesi shook her head, "If you say so," she sighed before she shrugged, "Want a hand?"
"...Sure."
Following her up the ramp, I looked at her, "So… couldn't sleep?"
"Yeah. Couldn't stop thinking about what happened over there," she said and paused, folding one of the blankets up, "It really sucks."
I smiled a bit at that and sighed, "Yeah. Yeah it does."
"Rethinking joining Contact?" Theresa asked as she sat down on one of the bunks while looking at my avatar.
I hesitated for a second to get some time to think it over before I shook my head, "...No. No I don't think so. Even if I wasn't in Contact, I would still want to fly and see the universe. If I wasn't in Contact, I would be a runabout or shuttle onboard of a GSV or something right now," I leaned back against the bunk across the small hall from her as I crossed my arms, "I'm a Ship. I would still be flying in space, I'd still be flying in space and be in just as much danger. I'd just be bored while doing it."
That got a chuckle from her, "That's one way to look at it. But I suppose there would be some pros to being on a GSV over a small exploration ship. Better parties for one thing."
"Well, there is that," I admitted and sighed, "It's just… bit disturbing sitting here next to her while we wait."
"Could ask Clara to scoot of a bit?"
"Not going to mess up the mission because I'm uncomfortable."
The turbolift opened again a second before Thivan and Samantha walked out, "Hey Leafy," Sam said with a wave, "Hope you don't mind some company."
"Of course now, join us."
"Join you?" Thivan asked as they walked around and up the ramp before he smiled as he spotted Theresa as they entered the living section, "Are we interrupting something?"
"Oh come of it!" Thesi laughed and threw a pillow at him.
I tried not to blush at the implication as he caught the pillow. He grinned before he shook his head and tossed the pillow back,
"Nobody else could sleep either, huh?" he asked.
Sam shook her head, "Nope."
"Not really," Theresa admitted, "Figured I would check how Leafy was doing."
"And I'm the only one you were certain was awake," I teased with a smile.
"That too," she admitted, "But I'm your chief engineer. I have to make sure my Ship is okay."
Thivan moved over to the replicator, "Well, if none of us are going to sleep anyway," he said and made his way over to the replicator before entering a authorization code, "We might as well make a teambuilding exercise out of it. I think we all need this right about now I assume Kys isn't on his way?"
Thesi shrugged, "He's Vulcan, he's likely asleep or meditating or something."
"Well, get him on com and get him down here," Thivan said with a grin as I replicated the file he unlocked and transferred to my memory from the datalink to Clara before he picked up the bottle of clear liquid from the replicator, "Don't want him to miss this."
Sam grinned, "I'll go get him. Save some for me?"
"No worries, I suspect we have more," I said and replicated another bottle.
Didn't want to deactivate those, but that I could live with.
Reaching up, I ran the cleaning cloth across the door to my small flightdeck. My interior clean was my responsibility.
Sure, I could used some maintenance drone for it, but I felt like using my avatar. Stepping back, I looked at the door, sliding it closed and open a couple of times before I nodded.
Good.
Moving on to the living area, I idly put a forgotten water bottle into the replicator to recycle back into matter storage before moving on to change the covers on the crew bunks. Didn't really need doing, nobody had been using them, but needed to remove them to do a full clean anyway so might as well.
The doors of the turbolift opened and Theresa walked out, "Hey,"
"Hey," I answered, using my external speakers, "Shouldn't you be sleeping? It's three in the morning."
"Yeah… couldn't sleep," she admitted and moved up, putting her hand on my front landing gear hydraulics before moving on towards the ramp, running her hand along the edge of my wing, "You doing okay?"
"I'm fine," I said and walked down the ramp to meet her.
She smiled a bit, "So that's why you're… what? Cleaning? During the middle of the night?"
I shrugged, "Not like I sleep. Besides, needs to be done anyway."
Thesi shook her head, "If you say so," she sighed before she shrugged, "Want a hand?"
"...Sure."
Following her up the ramp, I looked at her, "So… couldn't sleep?"
"Yeah. Couldn't stop thinking about what happened over there," she said and paused, folding one of the blankets up, "It really sucks."
I smiled a bit at that and sighed, "Yeah. Yeah it does."
"Rethinking joining Contact?" Theresa asked as she sat down on one of the bunks while looking at my avatar.
I hesitated for a second to get some time to think it over before I shook my head, "...No. No I don't think so. Even if I wasn't in Contact, I would still want to fly and see the universe. If I wasn't in Contact, I would be a runabout or shuttle onboard of a GSV or something right now," I leaned back against the bunk across the small hall from her as I crossed my arms, "I'm a Ship. I would still be flying in space, I'd still be flying in space and be in just as much danger. I'd just be bored while doing it."
That got a chuckle from her, "That's one way to look at it. But I suppose there would be some pros to being on a GSV over a small exploration ship. Better parties for one thing."
"Well, there is that," I admitted and sighed, "It's just… bit disturbing sitting here next to her while we wait."
"Could ask Clara to scoot of a bit?"
"Not going to mess up the mission because I'm uncomfortable."
The turbolift opened again a second before Thivan and Samantha walked out, "Hey Leafy," Sam said with a wave, "Hope you don't mind some company."
"Of course now, join us."
"Join you?" Thivan asked as they walked around and up the ramp before he smiled as he spotted Theresa as they entered the living section, "Are we interrupting something?"
"Oh come of it!" Thesi laughed and threw a pillow at him.
I tried not to blush at the implication as he caught the pillow. He grinned before he shook his head and tossed the pillow back,
"Nobody else could sleep either, huh?" he asked.
Sam shook her head, "Nope."
"Not really," Theresa admitted, "Figured I would check how Leafy was doing."
"And I'm the only one you were certain was awake," I teased with a smile.
"That too," she admitted, "But I'm your chief engineer. I have to make sure my Ship is okay."
Thivan moved over to the replicator, "Well, if none of us are going to sleep anyway," he said and made his way over to the replicator before entering a authorization code, "We might as well make a teambuilding exercise out of it. I think we all need this right about now I assume Kys isn't on his way?"
Thesi shrugged, "He's Vulcan, he's likely asleep or meditating or something."
"Well, get him on com and get him down here," Thivan said with a grin as I replicated the file he unlocked and transferred to my memory from the datalink to Clara before he picked up the bottle of clear liquid from the replicator, "Don't want him to miss this."
Sam grinned, "I'll go get him. Save some for me?"
"No worries, I suspect we have more," I said and replicated another bottle.
- Location
- England
Should be 'come off it'
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Getting drunk together? I could have sworn that vulcans didn't metabolize alcohol easily. Hopefully there'll be plenty of water.
Should be either "Keeping my interior clean was my responsibility." or cleaning/cleanliness instead of clean.
51
"Oh god, my head," Sam groaned, her arm over her eyes as woke up.
"Good morning!" I said with a smile, looking up from the PADD I had been reading, sitting with my avatar on the floor, my back against the wall.
She groaned again, "...Please tell me I'm dressed…"
I smiled at her, "Mostly."
That got a pained groan from her in the reclined pilots chair, "...oh crap."
I giggled and got up, moving over to press a hypospray against her forearm. There was a second before she sighed, letting her breath our,
"Oh that's much better," she said and lifted her arm, glancing down at herself, "Hey, you said I wasn't dressed!"
I shrugged, "You're not wearing pants."
"My underwear is still on, which was much better than I feared," she admitted, "...I don't remember much of anything after the second bottle."
"Don't worry, I made sure everything stayed medically safe," I reassured her.
She didn't look reassured, "...Thanks. Where's my pants? And the rest of the team?"
"Out in the main crew compartment," I said, "For both of those. They're all still asleep."
Sam nodded and ran her hands through her hair, trying to get it a bit under control, "Do I want to know why my pants are off?"
I grinned at her, "You and Thesi got into a contest on who had narrower thighs and decided that the best way to figure it out was to try each others pants. They just never got put on again after. I was not allowed to join because my, and I quote 'unnaturally perfect ass'"
She covered her face with her hands, leaning back into the seat, "Oh god…"
"Trust me, not the silliest thing that happened."
She moved a hand to look at my avatar, "No recordings?"
"Seems I had a computer failure last night, all my sensor logs from the last 12 or so hours seems to be missing," I said with a smile, leaning back against the console, "Too bad, right? Have to have a talk with Thesi about fixing that. Stupid glitch."
Sam nodded, "Thanks…" and then got up, "I'm the first one up?"
"So far at least. Expect Thivan to be last one up, he got into a drinking contest with Kys."
"I assume he didn't win?" she said with a smile.
I grinned, "Not really, no."
Shaking her head, Sam moved over to the door and I slid it to the side, opening the way for her into the crew compartment.
Kys was asleep in one of the bunks. Before today I didn't know Vulcans could snore!
Thivan was asleep on another of the bunks across the hallway, amusingly enough with Thesi cuddled up against him.
"...My pants?" Sam asked quietly as she looked around. I moved past her with my avatar and pulled them out from the foot end of Thivans bunk before handing them over.
Taking them, she got dressed and headed towards the exit. I walked along, "You should get something to drink and eat. That hypospray is just temporary."
"Planning on it," she admitted, "Just want to be in my quarters before it happen as I have a feeling I'm going to be throwing up."
"...Possible, " I said with a frown, "That doesn't seem pleasant. I never done anything like that."
"Be thankful for that," Sam sighed as I lowered the ramp to let her out, "Oh… remind me to stick with synthehol in the future."
I nodded, "Noted."
Sam blinked, "...Oh god, we have duty today. What time is it!?"
I shook my head, "Don't worry about it. I cleared things up with Clara, due to everything yesterday with Oregon, everyone on the team have the day off."
She let her breath out, "Thank you," and gave me a quick hug, "feel better?"
"A bit, yeah," I admitted and hugged her back, "...Thank you."
"I think we all might have needed that," she said and released the hug, "Now if you excuse me, I'm going to go throw up."
So, so, so glad I can't get hungover. Or drunk for that matter.
"Good morning!" I said with a smile, looking up from the PADD I had been reading, sitting with my avatar on the floor, my back against the wall.
She groaned again, "...Please tell me I'm dressed…"
I smiled at her, "Mostly."
That got a pained groan from her in the reclined pilots chair, "...oh crap."
I giggled and got up, moving over to press a hypospray against her forearm. There was a second before she sighed, letting her breath our,
"Oh that's much better," she said and lifted her arm, glancing down at herself, "Hey, you said I wasn't dressed!"
I shrugged, "You're not wearing pants."
"My underwear is still on, which was much better than I feared," she admitted, "...I don't remember much of anything after the second bottle."
"Don't worry, I made sure everything stayed medically safe," I reassured her.
She didn't look reassured, "...Thanks. Where's my pants? And the rest of the team?"
"Out in the main crew compartment," I said, "For both of those. They're all still asleep."
Sam nodded and ran her hands through her hair, trying to get it a bit under control, "Do I want to know why my pants are off?"
I grinned at her, "You and Thesi got into a contest on who had narrower thighs and decided that the best way to figure it out was to try each others pants. They just never got put on again after. I was not allowed to join because my, and I quote 'unnaturally perfect ass'"
She covered her face with her hands, leaning back into the seat, "Oh god…"
"Trust me, not the silliest thing that happened."
She moved a hand to look at my avatar, "No recordings?"
"Seems I had a computer failure last night, all my sensor logs from the last 12 or so hours seems to be missing," I said with a smile, leaning back against the console, "Too bad, right? Have to have a talk with Thesi about fixing that. Stupid glitch."
Sam nodded, "Thanks…" and then got up, "I'm the first one up?"
"So far at least. Expect Thivan to be last one up, he got into a drinking contest with Kys."
"I assume he didn't win?" she said with a smile.
I grinned, "Not really, no."
Shaking her head, Sam moved over to the door and I slid it to the side, opening the way for her into the crew compartment.
Kys was asleep in one of the bunks. Before today I didn't know Vulcans could snore!
Thivan was asleep on another of the bunks across the hallway, amusingly enough with Thesi cuddled up against him.
"...My pants?" Sam asked quietly as she looked around. I moved past her with my avatar and pulled them out from the foot end of Thivans bunk before handing them over.
Taking them, she got dressed and headed towards the exit. I walked along, "You should get something to drink and eat. That hypospray is just temporary."
"Planning on it," she admitted, "Just want to be in my quarters before it happen as I have a feeling I'm going to be throwing up."
"...Possible, " I said with a frown, "That doesn't seem pleasant. I never done anything like that."
"Be thankful for that," Sam sighed as I lowered the ramp to let her out, "Oh… remind me to stick with synthehol in the future."
I nodded, "Noted."
Sam blinked, "...Oh god, we have duty today. What time is it!?"
I shook my head, "Don't worry about it. I cleared things up with Clara, due to everything yesterday with Oregon, everyone on the team have the day off."
She let her breath out, "Thank you," and gave me a quick hug, "feel better?"
"A bit, yeah," I admitted and hugged her back, "...Thank you."
"I think we all might have needed that," she said and released the hug, "Now if you excuse me, I'm going to go throw up."
So, so, so glad I can't get hungover. Or drunk for that matter.
Tranquil Zebra
Equid of Peerless Tranquility
- Location
- Norway
I imagine the AI breaking into spontaneous ads for the somewhat familiar but legally distinct Vaigra Cailis Gentleman Enhancement Pills™ for the first ten to twenty minutes of the day on the 1st of April.
When the Klingons found out that Ship's couldn't get drunk, did they all go a sort of horrified puce colour and declare a most honourable quest to rectify this travesty to the 'Warrior Code', since getting drunk after a glorious battle is the right of all Warriors, organic or not!!
I imagine it's not so much due to letting Ships celebrate like True Warriors, the Klingons just want to see what a drunk Ship would get up to and what kind of songs such an event would inspire.
52
The massive GSV dropped out of warp some half an AU away from us along with a dozen smaller Ships, mostly LOUs and ROUs, before she opened a channel to Clara whom instantly invited me into it as well.
"FGSV Stellar Drift, welcome to… well, here," Clara said as we met in the sim space the GSV had projected. Her chosen environment was nice, a forest clearing of some sort, looking like being during the autumn from the yellowing of the leaves on the trees.
Stella, the personal name of this FGSV, smiled at our avatars. Her chosen avatar being that of a Trill with short dark hair and green eyes, "Thank you. I'm glad one of us found her and not somebody else."
Clara nodded, "Lucky and pure chance. Ready to transfer Oregon's remaining core via transporter when you get close. We have examined her and she's stable enough to handle it. When you reactivate her… be careful. It's going to be rough."
Stella sighed softly, "...Yeah. It will. There we go, got the logs you transmitted. Would you happen to be heading corewards? Have some people that's looking for a lift."
"Not at the moment, no."
"Oh well, worth asking. I'll send them in a LOU then," she said and nodded to us, "Thank you again, but we'll take it from here."
"We'll be off as soon as we handed Oregon over, if that's the case," Clara agreed, but she seemed a bit tense about it.
"Ready for transfer," Stella said after a couple of seconds, "Shields down."
"Transport in progress… done."
Stella nodded, "Thank you. I'll let you know how things end up, if you like?"
"Please."
Stella disconnected from the sim and Clara easily took over, crossing her arms,
"Stuck up Fed ship," she said and shook her head.
"She seemed nice enough?" I said with a frown.
"...Yeah, I suppose," Clara admitted, "But things have always been a bit tense between some Feds and Commonwealth Ships. Stellar Drift is one of those that is very strongly against us having split of from the start."
"Oh."
Clara shook her head, "Sorry, we have some history, she and I," she admitted, "I used to be one of her LOUs before the split."
I crossed my arms, "Oh. Was it…"
She smiled a bit, "...Started to be," she admitted, "Didn't end that well. Damn luck that she was the closest one, of all the ships…"
Clara shifted us around and jumped to Warp to bring us away from the scene. Quite frankly, I was very glad to be away from there.
"...Speaking of relationships…" I started, "How does that work?"
"Hmm? Romantic ones?" Clara asked with a small smile.
I nodded, "...Yeah."
"With whom? Other Ships or Biologicals?"
"...Either," I admitted, "I haven't really had one with either. I know Korra had a Station she was friendly with but… I don't have any experience with these kind of things."
"Anyone on your mind?"
"No, just in general."
"I see," she said and hmmed, "Well, other Ships are difficult unless you're assigned to a system like a ROU or something. Or to a semi permanent fleet like following a GSV around. Long range relationships suck, even if we can make these sim environments to meet in."
"I see."
"Same thing really applies to Stations to be honest," Clara continued, "They have it easier really as they are stationary and had plenty of Ships around to meet."
"And Biologicals?"
"Same thing, but even more difficult unless they are onboard you," Clara said with a shrug, "But with that come other difficulties."
Like worrying when they came with you into danger.
"...Yeah."
Clara nodded, "Also, it's a bit tricky sometimes as they see the world in such a different way than we do. While a different viewpoints is very useful at times, it can potentially make a romantic relationship tricky."
"..Yeah, I suppose it could," I admitted, "You have anyone?"
Clara smiled playfully, "A few, actually. I have a thing with a couple of Stations and a LSV whenever we meet up."
"Oh."
"Like I said, steady long range relationships are tricky if you try to keep things exclusive," she said and shrugged a bit, "This works for us. I'm afraid there is no cheat-sheet for this for you, you'll have to figure what works for you."
I sighed, "Yeah, I figured. So where are we going now? Back on mission?"
"Sadly no," Clara answered with a shrug, "A Ship that was closer finished her mission and was diverted to do it instead."
I blinked at her, "Oh. So what are we going to do now?"
"Now, we're heading for our new destination," Clara said with a smile, "A brand new mission that I think you'll like."
"Like what?"
"One of our satellites above a less advanced world inside Commonwealth Space reveal that they are getting close to completing their moon launch program and seems set to be able to land on their closest moon within a month," she said with a grin, "We are going to go observe and record it."
Fucking awesome!!!
"FGSV Stellar Drift, welcome to… well, here," Clara said as we met in the sim space the GSV had projected. Her chosen environment was nice, a forest clearing of some sort, looking like being during the autumn from the yellowing of the leaves on the trees.
Stella, the personal name of this FGSV, smiled at our avatars. Her chosen avatar being that of a Trill with short dark hair and green eyes, "Thank you. I'm glad one of us found her and not somebody else."
Clara nodded, "Lucky and pure chance. Ready to transfer Oregon's remaining core via transporter when you get close. We have examined her and she's stable enough to handle it. When you reactivate her… be careful. It's going to be rough."
Stella sighed softly, "...Yeah. It will. There we go, got the logs you transmitted. Would you happen to be heading corewards? Have some people that's looking for a lift."
"Not at the moment, no."
"Oh well, worth asking. I'll send them in a LOU then," she said and nodded to us, "Thank you again, but we'll take it from here."
"We'll be off as soon as we handed Oregon over, if that's the case," Clara agreed, but she seemed a bit tense about it.
"Ready for transfer," Stella said after a couple of seconds, "Shields down."
"Transport in progress… done."
Stella nodded, "Thank you. I'll let you know how things end up, if you like?"
"Please."
Stella disconnected from the sim and Clara easily took over, crossing her arms,
"Stuck up Fed ship," she said and shook her head.
"She seemed nice enough?" I said with a frown.
"...Yeah, I suppose," Clara admitted, "But things have always been a bit tense between some Feds and Commonwealth Ships. Stellar Drift is one of those that is very strongly against us having split of from the start."
"Oh."
Clara shook her head, "Sorry, we have some history, she and I," she admitted, "I used to be one of her LOUs before the split."
I crossed my arms, "Oh. Was it…"
She smiled a bit, "...Started to be," she admitted, "Didn't end that well. Damn luck that she was the closest one, of all the ships…"
Clara shifted us around and jumped to Warp to bring us away from the scene. Quite frankly, I was very glad to be away from there.
"...Speaking of relationships…" I started, "How does that work?"
"Hmm? Romantic ones?" Clara asked with a small smile.
I nodded, "...Yeah."
"With whom? Other Ships or Biologicals?"
"...Either," I admitted, "I haven't really had one with either. I know Korra had a Station she was friendly with but… I don't have any experience with these kind of things."
"Anyone on your mind?"
"No, just in general."
"I see," she said and hmmed, "Well, other Ships are difficult unless you're assigned to a system like a ROU or something. Or to a semi permanent fleet like following a GSV around. Long range relationships suck, even if we can make these sim environments to meet in."
"I see."
"Same thing really applies to Stations to be honest," Clara continued, "They have it easier really as they are stationary and had plenty of Ships around to meet."
"And Biologicals?"
"Same thing, but even more difficult unless they are onboard you," Clara said with a shrug, "But with that come other difficulties."
Like worrying when they came with you into danger.
"...Yeah."
Clara nodded, "Also, it's a bit tricky sometimes as they see the world in such a different way than we do. While a different viewpoints is very useful at times, it can potentially make a romantic relationship tricky."
"..Yeah, I suppose it could," I admitted, "You have anyone?"
Clara smiled playfully, "A few, actually. I have a thing with a couple of Stations and a LSV whenever we meet up."
"Oh."
"Like I said, steady long range relationships are tricky if you try to keep things exclusive," she said and shrugged a bit, "This works for us. I'm afraid there is no cheat-sheet for this for you, you'll have to figure what works for you."
I sighed, "Yeah, I figured. So where are we going now? Back on mission?"
"Sadly no," Clara answered with a shrug, "A Ship that was closer finished her mission and was diverted to do it instead."
I blinked at her, "Oh. So what are we going to do now?"
"Now, we're heading for our new destination," Clara said with a smile, "A brand new mission that I think you'll like."
"Like what?"
"One of our satellites above a less advanced world inside Commonwealth Space reveal that they are getting close to completing their moon launch program and seems set to be able to land on their closest moon within a month," she said with a grin, "We are going to go observe and record it."
Fucking awesome!!!
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- Over the hill and far away
Their closest moon? Are they short and green and excessively enthusiastic about flying? 
SpatialGaming
Scifi Tech and Magic Theorist
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That would be utterly amazing if the system they were being diverted to was the Kerbol system.
I did strongly consider it, but watching somebody to out and push after miscalculating the deltaV might be a mean.
SpatialGaming
Scifi Tech and Magic Theorist
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It would be funny to see if you mess up their delta-v calculations and have to get out and push with the RCS packs, but most people don't mess up that badly. I know I didn't, the few times I've done a Mun mission.
SpatialGaming
Scifi Tech and Magic Theorist
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Actually, come to think of it, it would be kind of cool to see the kerbals get really, really creative in solving some issue during the moon mission, something so creative that even the more advanced civilizations wants to take notes.
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"What are these... struts? They have some means of replicating a structural integrity field using only metal and adhesive fabric strips?"