Alice had been prepared to respond to the Security officer’s quip, but before she could a shadow darkened the door of the cafeteria, swiftly obliterated by the harsh white lights as the shadow’s owner stepped forwards into the room. He did not look at all pleased to be there, and barely afforded the captain a greeting before turning to the coffee machine. Alice had to make a real effort to keep her jaw from dropping, the arrogance rolling off the man was like a physical force. Lena called the man over, and Alice raised an eyebrow, she might not be one for politics, but it was clear that there was something like that going on here, and that the Captain wasn’t happy with it. For their first day out of cryo, it wasn’t good.
As Lena started the projection, Alice sighed to herself, it hadn’t really been her place, but she had suggested simply building the projectors into the room itself. It made no sense to utilise an entirely self-contained unit when it would be cheaper and more effective to use a room-spec hologram projector instead. This seemed like nothing more than showing off just how small Wey-Yu could make things. Even if sensitivity was an issue they could simply have plugged in a data-chip. Sure the ship was crammed with wiring and machinery, but here there was ample space to fit the small units and processor that would have been required.
As the briefing finally began in earnest, past the chemical contents of the atmosphere which really didn’t interest her. She listened to the rest of the briefing in silence, even when Reddick interjected with his cold contribution.
At the final question, she raised her hand, “uh captain, if we fin’ it, can ah take a look at the Prometheus? Ya know, see what went wrong, if it was a malfunction that is, they haven’t really tol’ us anything.”
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AmongHeroes said
Anyone that is not on the bridge--Captain, XO, pilot, navigator--is going to be going down to the surface. Yes, even the mechanic . As to your question about protocol, I'm not sure what you're asking.
Of course the mechanic goes down, you might have a fancy Wey-Yu quad, but if it breaks down you'll still need a grease monkey to fix it XD
Also, regarding posts I kinda need to sleep now, but I'll post tomorrow :)
British girls New Yorker? Sorry, I haven't made this clear at all, when I said southern I meant as in the southern states of America, Alice is American, from Alabama, although now that I think of it I haven't mentioned that anywhere :/. Apologies for the confusion
Taken aback by the Captain’s response, the surprise on her face was evident, but it soon gave way to amusement and relief. She laughed, “thank the lord for that then cap’n, ah really didn’ think ah coulda made it through this here mission hangin’ on ceremony.”
She only seemed to notice her feet on the table at that moment, “oh, never min’, looks like ah already forgot that one.”
Not that it meant she would be taking her heavy boots off the white table, she was comfortable right now, and certainly unaccustomed to adjusting herself for the benefit or feelings of others. More than a few others had already joined them in the cafeteria, including her own immediate superior, Zelda. Alice wasn’t yet sure what to make of her, they hadn’t really spoken much before the beginning of the voyage, so she was still an unknown. There was a good chance, unfortunately, that she would follow on in the footsteps of the engineers in the hangar who had overseen her work, caution, way too much caution. The Aphelion was based on the original design specs of the Prometheus, but other than that they had almost built her from scratch, and Alice had been present for much of it, at least on the engine deck anyway. Though several of her designs and additions had either been accepted or simply slipped under the radar, her recommendations for other tweaks had been turned down, normally because the overseers didn’t want to take any form of risk. It was somehow beside the point that Alice knew exactly how much her babies could take before they started to strain, she had been involved in their construction from day one after all.
Still, maybe Zelda would allow the tweaks she had already proposed, and indeed, applied in her brief time in the engine room already. She may have to tread carefully about her if she was worried about playing things by the books. Alice already knew she was unlikely to advance any further in Weyland-Yutani, she didn’t have the connections, and she certainly didn’t have the money or education, so she wasn’t too fussed about pissing off the higher ups.
She smiled at the pilot’s words, Raymond wasn’t it? Before responding in her thick southern accent. “Ah’ve found that those there books are never right, don’t worry, mah baby can put out a lot more than the engineers say, she’s gotta lotta spunk in her, she’ll do whatever ya want of her.”
She only seemed to notice her feet on the table at that moment, “oh, never min’, looks like ah already forgot that one.”
Not that it meant she would be taking her heavy boots off the white table, she was comfortable right now, and certainly unaccustomed to adjusting herself for the benefit or feelings of others. More than a few others had already joined them in the cafeteria, including her own immediate superior, Zelda. Alice wasn’t yet sure what to make of her, they hadn’t really spoken much before the beginning of the voyage, so she was still an unknown. There was a good chance, unfortunately, that she would follow on in the footsteps of the engineers in the hangar who had overseen her work, caution, way too much caution. The Aphelion was based on the original design specs of the Prometheus, but other than that they had almost built her from scratch, and Alice had been present for much of it, at least on the engine deck anyway. Though several of her designs and additions had either been accepted or simply slipped under the radar, her recommendations for other tweaks had been turned down, normally because the overseers didn’t want to take any form of risk. It was somehow beside the point that Alice knew exactly how much her babies could take before they started to strain, she had been involved in their construction from day one after all.
Still, maybe Zelda would allow the tweaks she had already proposed, and indeed, applied in her brief time in the engine room already. She may have to tread carefully about her if she was worried about playing things by the books. Alice already knew she was unlikely to advance any further in Weyland-Yutani, she didn’t have the connections, and she certainly didn’t have the money or education, so she wasn’t too fussed about pissing off the higher ups.
She smiled at the pilot’s words, Raymond wasn’t it? Before responding in her thick southern accent. “Ah’ve found that those there books are never right, don’t worry, mah baby can put out a lot more than the engineers say, she’s gotta lotta spunk in her, she’ll do whatever ya want of her.”
Okey, got a bit of time to relax over the weekend, expect a post from me tomorrow :)
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No, I've never really had an interest in watching sports, well, not traditional ones anyway. E-Sports FTW!
I would be more chatty, but currently studying, I have a presentation due tomorrow :/
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