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Galanvant, Part 2.i
Part 1 Part 2.ii Part 3
(A/N: It seems comfort Omakes are our safe space.
I was writing this yesterday, hoping to do another Then/Now/Then sandwich like Part 1, but... my muse fled. As I'm not sure when it'll return, I'll post this. It's perhaps a little rough. I may get to the Maiden of Dawn 'Now' and second 'Then' parts separately.)
Loknar Tamash Imperial Fleet Yards, Vranir Project
Classified 1-1-1-B.
"...naturally, the Imperial Navy is preparing for a devastating counterstrike on the Outsider feral advance, so you'll be heartened to hear our timelines have been shortened again to ensure we're ready to play our part in the offensive! To that end, I'm sure you all will happily volunteer for double shifts. You don't want to disappoint me, do you…"
Galan took a deep breath and tried to clear his head of the Lieutenants words to the ratings yesterday, delivered as they were in a cloying haze of pheromones. She had seemed rather on-edge, probably just worrying about friends or family on the front lines. Understandable, Galan hadn't been able to contact his family for several days, but he didn't have time to worry about that. He couldn't disappoint the Lieutenant, or let Commandant Valanoa down.
He was tired from long shifts, only broken up by the interminable series of security checkpoints guarded by jumpy CyAug Commandos required to move around the Vranir. In the end, Galan had bowed to the inevitable and over the course of a few days quietly moved in to one of the almost-completed crew quarters onboard. He'd tried to find someone to report this decision to, prepared to justify it as staying much closer to the Recreation decks and Mess hall work areas, but Valanoa waved him off with another distracted imprecation to not let her down, and in the end it seemed no-one cared. As he left his improvised quarters that morning, Galan didn't much mind that this new spot would keep him isolated from the increasingly crowded station at Loknar Tamash.
At the mess hall again, Galan looked over the Long-Term Recreation schematics. They were… very sophisticated? But also very clearly overdesigned- as if a very large committee all wanted to make their mark on this project, for some reason. Holding the holoslate up to the unfinished mess hall and projecting the plan overlay, Galan frowned. There just wasn't enough clearance for the mess hall feedstock lines alongside these… extremely high-capacity power and signals conduits, already occupying what should have been ample space. And with the timelines being shortened again, there was no time to reroute either supply.
Curious, Galan queried the sophisticated power lines, only to be summarily rebuffed as having insufficient clearance. Well, whatever they were, someone somewhere had made an error and assumed Naval standard conduit specifications would suffice. From what he'd seen while being escorted back and forth, very little was standard onboard this ship.
Sighing, Galan shone a light down the narrow service tube. No, there was no way the nutrient feedstock lines would fit. Perhaps... if the nutrisynth units were instead located along the aft wall, backing on to the medical labs, they could share the protein feedstock lines? But then… what to do with the aft seating? Galan zoomed the display out a little. Hmm. Why not have some seating here, flanking the primary throughway to the fore recreation lounge? That would break the monotony of the parallel benches, create a more relaxed seating option, facilitate casual crew interactions and perhaps lift spirits. Yes. If he could just rearrange a few more things before the installation crew day shift arrived...
Smiling despite his fatigue, Galan stat down on an uninstalled Augmentation Supplement Synthesiser, making hasty adjustments to a copy of the plans.
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(Edit- apparently some had font colour problems? Edit Edit Edit- reinstating links to Part 1 and Part 2.ii)
Part 1 Part 2.ii Part 3
(A/N: It seems comfort Omakes are our safe space.
I was writing this yesterday, hoping to do another Then/Now/Then sandwich like Part 1, but... my muse fled. As I'm not sure when it'll return, I'll post this. It's perhaps a little rough. I may get to the Maiden of Dawn 'Now' and second 'Then' parts separately.)
Loknar Tamash Imperial Fleet Yards, Vranir Project
Classified 1-1-1-B.
"...naturally, the Imperial Navy is preparing for a devastating counterstrike on the Outsider feral advance, so you'll be heartened to hear our timelines have been shortened again to ensure we're ready to play our part in the offensive! To that end, I'm sure you all will happily volunteer for double shifts. You don't want to disappoint me, do you…"
Galan took a deep breath and tried to clear his head of the Lieutenants words to the ratings yesterday, delivered as they were in a cloying haze of pheromones. She had seemed rather on-edge, probably just worrying about friends or family on the front lines. Understandable, Galan hadn't been able to contact his family for several days, but he didn't have time to worry about that. He couldn't disappoint the Lieutenant, or let Commandant Valanoa down.
He was tired from long shifts, only broken up by the interminable series of security checkpoints guarded by jumpy CyAug Commandos required to move around the Vranir. In the end, Galan had bowed to the inevitable and over the course of a few days quietly moved in to one of the almost-completed crew quarters onboard. He'd tried to find someone to report this decision to, prepared to justify it as staying much closer to the Recreation decks and Mess hall work areas, but Valanoa waved him off with another distracted imprecation to not let her down, and in the end it seemed no-one cared. As he left his improvised quarters that morning, Galan didn't much mind that this new spot would keep him isolated from the increasingly crowded station at Loknar Tamash.
At the mess hall again, Galan looked over the Long-Term Recreation schematics. They were… very sophisticated? But also very clearly overdesigned- as if a very large committee all wanted to make their mark on this project, for some reason. Holding the holoslate up to the unfinished mess hall and projecting the plan overlay, Galan frowned. There just wasn't enough clearance for the mess hall feedstock lines alongside these… extremely high-capacity power and signals conduits, already occupying what should have been ample space. And with the timelines being shortened again, there was no time to reroute either supply.
Curious, Galan queried the sophisticated power lines, only to be summarily rebuffed as having insufficient clearance. Well, whatever they were, someone somewhere had made an error and assumed Naval standard conduit specifications would suffice. From what he'd seen while being escorted back and forth, very little was standard onboard this ship.
Sighing, Galan shone a light down the narrow service tube. No, there was no way the nutrient feedstock lines would fit. Perhaps... if the nutrisynth units were instead located along the aft wall, backing on to the medical labs, they could share the protein feedstock lines? But then… what to do with the aft seating? Galan zoomed the display out a little. Hmm. Why not have some seating here, flanking the primary throughway to the fore recreation lounge? That would break the monotony of the parallel benches, create a more relaxed seating option, facilitate casual crew interactions and perhaps lift spirits. Yes. If he could just rearrange a few more things before the installation crew day shift arrived...
Smiling despite his fatigue, Galan stat down on an uninstalled Augmentation Supplement Synthesiser, making hasty adjustments to a copy of the plans.
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(Edit- apparently some had font colour problems? Edit Edit Edit- reinstating links to Part 1 and Part 2.ii)
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