Posted Aug. 1, 2020, 3:12 p.m. by Lieutenant Junior Grade JT Robinson (Helm Officer/Shuttle Pilot) (Jeff VanZilen)
Posted by Gamemaster Roadrunner (Gamemaster) in The Flying Angel - Main Sim (Tag Engineer)
Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade JT Robinson (Helm Officer/Shuttle Pilot) in The Flying Angel - Main Sim (Tag Engineer)
Posted by Jared Kurz in The Flying Angel - Main Sim (Tag Engineer)
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Danora smiled. “No crashing and burning? Pity, would have made such a great story.” She laughed and nodded. “Barring anything unforeseen, I think that’s enough time. I’ll get to work on it.” She lifted the tool box and headed for the back of the shuttle to track it from the back to the front to see where the ‘disconnect’ was. Opening the access panel, she began her diagnostics to see what was happening.Danora
Eng/AI SpecBJ had been on a crashing shuttle. That was not his best piloting skills. “I’ll disagree with you. Been there; done that. Not as much fun as you think it is.”
Janzen
Danora smiled at the Commander. “But I bet it was an interesting story and got you the attention of the ladies for a bit having ‘survived it’.” She laughed as she went back to work on the system.
Danora
Eng/AI Spec“Well I for one would rather avoid it. I hate crashing.” JT chimed in before bringing his attention back to the task at hand.
“I second that.”
=/\= Flight control, this is the Angel, request clearance and permission to depart. =/\=
JT
=/\= This is the bridge, Angel. Your flight plan is logged and you are cleared for straight-out departure. Hold standard profile to the outer marker. =/\=
=/\= Understood bridge, see you when we get home. Angel out.
Mulligan, XO
“You heard’em. Let’s head out. Do some good and come home.”
Janzen
Danora laughed. “You take care of the first part, I’ll handle the second. Holler if you need me up there.” She laughed once more and dug back into the system she was working on to see that it was fixed by the time it was needed.
Danora
She found the port thrust manifold was indeed misaligned. It looked like the bracket that held the manifold in place was warped, and whoever had installed it had forced it in. This had pushed the manifold out of its proper position. Unless she could correct the problem, fuel would not be able to feed the injectors for the port thrusters.
JT looked used his console and took the ship out. Once they were clear of the Memorial’s airspace JT plotted the course and punched it to high warp. =/\= Computer, ETA to destination? =/\=
JT
The Angel accelerated smoothly to warp six. The computer chirped as it crunched the numbers, and one of the multi-function displays changed to show the results as it responded.
=/\= At present speed you should arrive at your destination in fourteen hours, thirty-one minutes, and 1 second. =/\=
The screen showed that the Resolution was 0.65 lightyears away and that one of the smaller ion storms stood directly in their flight path. If they wanted to go around it, it would add at least an hour to their journey.–Jared
“Well kids, looks like we’ve got about 14 and a half hours to kill before we reach the Rez. Thats IF we go through the ion storm ahead. I can handle it, but if you all would rather go around it will add an hour to the trip. ” JT stated to those behind him, though ultimately it was up to BJ to make the call as mission leader.
JT
OOC: Inserting a little timeskip here, but with a break in between for any conversation that happens before the later timeframe! I am very sorry for my AWOL, just had a bit of a rough patch with work but I’m back now and it shouldn’t happen again.
IC: =^=Estimated time to arrival: 47 minutes,=^= the computer later updated them some time later. The Flying Angel had kept up a quick pace, but, by now the runabout was piloting through low grade ion storms. Instead of interference through some of their long-range sensors, from within the storm almost all sensor readings were scrambled - all long-range, certainly, and their short-range scanners, subspace radio transceivers, and targeting system were only partially operable.
The storm also made for a bumpy ride, though the ship only had one rougher patch of the storm to get through before there was a clearing to the Tyche system. An alert popped up a main panel, however, warning of a distress signal from dead ahead of them. It was too scrambled to make out any video or audio, but, the signal was clearly from the Resolution.
GM Roadrunner
JT saw the alert and called out the BJ “Commander, receiving a distress signal. Its unintelligible but it is the Resolution”
JT
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