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"Oh, a diagnostic panel?" the Orangutan smiles bemusedly. "A... new one?"

Where had the fox found a 'new' diagnostic panel for a ship over sixty years old?

"Uh, was this like still crated in some warehouse?" Karma pressed, absently putting the cleaning cloth in the pocket of her coveralls as she went to sit down. "I bet someone was happy to finally get rid of it, not like there's a lot of demand for sixty-year old tech. In the yards, if we had to work on one, we just refurbished it because of all the...."

"Wait!" she paused in the act of sitting down, looking over at the captain in a panic. "You want me to swap out a Constellion-class diagnostic panel before we leave?!"

The panel in Engineering was two meters tall and wide! She was looking at two days work, at least! Unless....

"Captain, is this like a universal diagnostic panel?" Since nobody was making the old diagnostic panels anymore, someone had the bright idea of making these large computerized displays that ran an emulator that you just plugged in. And they were cheap. Well, cheap-ish.
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Evren noticed how Anxi giggled. He could not help it but found the little red panda had an attractive smile. However as captain, engaging in personal relationships with those who work under you was a no go. Or least rules against fraternization were something that was continually drilled into the fox at the Omnicore academy as such actions undermined unit cohesion, discipline and lead to commanding officers showing favoritism towards underlings. However he wasn’t in Omnicore anymore and wasn’t sure if such rules should still apply to his ship. This wasn’t Omnicore and he would make damn sure that it would never turn into anything like them.

Evren repressed such thoughts to the back of his mind as Karma had questions about the panel. The Orangutang looked rather startled by his suggestion to install the diagnostic panel before they would depart again. ”It’s an original one. As new as you can get these days. It belonged to the spareparts stock of a small shipping company that went bankrupt last year. They flew a small fleet of Constellions, mostly between the Frontier and the Rim but lost business to more efficient ships. Most was already sold but there was not much interest in the diagnostic panel. I guess those things will just keep working until you put a few bullets in them.”

For a moment he looked closely at Karma, wondering what part of the request had startled her. ”You think there isn’t enough time to replace it before we depart? Would extra hands help? Perhaps Njal can help out. Considering the size and weight of that thing his strength might come in handy.”

The fox took a bite of the food and noticed it was pretty tasty, not that his standards in food were particularly high. Anything that tasted better as his own cooking or field rations would get an easy pass. Luck’s cooking was more than sufficient. However the droid also mentioned that his scheduled maintenance was coming up again. And with other required repairs and maintenance. Karma already had a lot on her plate.”Hmm, perhaps doing the panel before departure is a bit much. Can we do it when flying, Karma?”

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Darien sat at one of the tables back to the mess hall doors because he had a modicum of trust on the ship. You can trust your shipmates, just as you trust your squad mates and company unit. If you can't trust the people you work with...well you're in the wrong unit. He noshed away at the food and listened to the banter. Pleasant news around. Anxi landed a way into Dock supplies by the sound if it, good on her. And a diagnostic panel had been found. And discussions were going on about if it could be installed.

The bobcat scoops up the last dregs on his plate and is just sopping up the last bits with a piece of bread when his comunit beeps and shakes. The older fellow riches for it, stopping brief to wipe his hands, then grabbing the com unit up and thumbing it on. His eyes narrowed pupils slitting. "Whit th' hell? this is a auld contact." The bobcat read the message."Na wey, cannae be. This haes gotta be some kind o' peely-wally joke." He looked over at the captain "Sur let's nae celebrate yit, cause a dinnae ken if this is true or nae, bit someone fae back in mah alphabet days says thay hae a surplus auto doc unit that thay kin secure fur me. Thay wantae catch up wi` ower in th' heich hive district. Something lik' that cuid be a gift 'n' mair. "

The old bobcat looked at Evren "If hee haw else ought tae gang ower 'n' titch base. If tis anither corpsman micht be able tae hampden roar some supplies if th' auto doc thing is a deid leid." He gave the young captain a smile, "Sound a'richt tae ye laddie?"

The bobcat is already rising to his feet to put his plate and utensils into the washer. The man is military in thr end so permission from his CO would be nice. Just trying to be polite in the end. And yes respectful too.
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Njal had paused in eating for just a moment when he heard the captain mention his name, briefly staring at Evren before shifting his gaze to Karma, not even realizing how much he was bending the utensil in his paw. This would end up being a huge problem for him to resolve. He had to sell that panel as soon as possible before Karma discovered it missing, that way if Evren were to have the crew search the Dauntless for it, the panel would no longer be in his room for the others to find and ultimately avoid being caught in the long run. Simple and easy, that's all it was. Bending his utensil back the way it was, Njal continued to eat the food remaining on his plate, forming a plan on what he would need to do once he was finished eating, hoping to execute his plan smoothly without any problems along the way. Although, with how shy and timid Karma already was, he could always intimidate her into keeping her mouth shut, a thought that he would keep on the back burner if it ever came to that.

Hell, if it did ever come to that, threatening to make her disappear might keep her quiet for months.

Back in his room, the Krite had finally succeeded in transporting every pill bottle to its cage, in which the creature was also in its cage to rest despite the little bit of space it had. The Krite would wait until Njal returned to the room, sleeping until then as it felt it deserved to get some rest for its hard work, staying rolled up in a ball as it slept.
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"They're put in during construction," Karma said, mind working frantically. "You'd have to cut a hole in the hull just so we can float the whole thing in."

But.. it didn't actually need to be whole, did it?

"Yes, yes, we can do it once we launch!" she beamed, glancing up at Evren. "I'll just open up both diagnostic panels and replace the broken modules in Engineering with the ones inside the new one in the cargo hold!"

Big job suddenly made manageable.

"Uh, if that's okay with you, captain?" she paused, staring back at him. Keep calm, don't crush anything. "It would take a little longer, but we wouldn't have to try and move that whole thing through the passageways."

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It couldn't be a more odd situation. Not two but seven people sat at a Bar table in a Taverna Hole in the Wall kind of place in a section of Kharak town known as High Hive, if only to mask thr fact its a Corp controlled area, at thr moment OmniCore own the local Automated General Intelligence core for the area so they control the businesses. Oddly enough a good place for a bunch of former Alphabet Security Force grunts to settle in. Doesn't hurt they all belonged to the same company back in the Force, and most of them owe their survival to the dark furred bobcat sitting with them.

One of their number lowers her glass, "So Corpsman, where did you go after they chased us off? I some of us came here. Captain Koloa went to Parthio Two and the rest of Command are at Uoltoriia out on the rim, but you just vanished. What gives?" Dar sipped his drink a nice heady carbonated hard cider, was nice going down helped there was a hint of 'nip in it. He'd be going home back to thr Dee with a good buzz, "Weel fur yer speirins trooper, ah wanted tae git oot o' sight o' th' corp. Bin tae lang 'n' that damned general left me wi' a ill taste." He nodded and the rest joined him. One of the others sighing "I want to apologize for not being able to net that auto doc Boss." Darien quuirked an eyebrow, "Honestly mah laddie a'm waantin' tae ken howfur ye figured oot ah wis 'ere 'n' howfur ye knew ah micht need something lik' an auto doc. That thare is a gift unlike ony else fur a ship boord medic." The man a great bear chuckles, "Only the best for the company Doc, you know that. Atleast we all got together again for it right? Ninth company, Count the..." he's joined by the rest ,"...Ninth!" They all shout together. A clatter as their glasses and cups crash together. Corpo military types huh?

It'd be some time later a slightly shit faced bobcat roams back into the ship singing some odd tune nonsensical in the bobcats situation well in his cups and dosed on catnip no less. The words of "Aikendrum, aikendrum" echo as the bobcat marches up and down the halls outside the medway.
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