Exhack
Inactive Member
ON, VSV Astarte
High Orbit Over Mazerin
Bukor 12, 936
7:03, Commonwealth Standard Time
It had been half a day since the Astarte's maiden battle, and for the very first time in her history, the ship was finally fit for service. Repairs were complete, and only slight discoloration on the aft section even hinted at the vicious plasma and radiation damage that had been inflicted by the NVR battleship's final attack. After hours of intensive patching (that might be more adequately referred to as surgery than maintenance), repair crews from both inside and outside the vessel were finally returning after undoing the last of the damages.
The ship's beginning had taken on an ominous note with the defense of Mazerin against what was an attempt at genocide by the New Veyrin Republic, but even with a skeleton crew, they had managed to pull through and prevented the worst. With all hands on deck and a full crew, there was no doubt the vessel would be ready for her maiden voyage.
Despite that, it felt a bit rushed. Traditionally, one of the first ships of a class should be christened in extensive ceremony, but they scarcely had the chance for that. The Astarte seemed to have earned her christening in battle, earning some measure of renown by wiping out an NVR battlegroup so quickly.
The name seemed less ironic now.
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A day ago, Serhan Nejem had watched the battle from the bridge, anxiously feeding his runners orders and providing his own tactical know-how to the Captain of the ship. Now, and for what he hoped to be the last time, he was helping the FTL adjutants on the bridge finalized the calculations for Fold travel. It was something entirely out of knowledge base, so he often found himself just watching over shoulders and verifying output from the engines.
In effect, he spent most of three hours up to this point watching bars and waves synchronizing with other bars and waves on a screen that he had been asked to watch while they worked. It was exactly as uninteresting as one could imagine, although Serhan had gone through the tedium of staring at a screen for three hours without moving a muscle, only calling out numbers until the engineers had gotten the drive up to working order.
With everything ready, he sent a notice to the captain's suite, informing him that the ship was ready go to.
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"Phew. Looks like we're all done up here."
Khiyai Sahrzad had admittedly had a fairly easy job of repairing the VANDR this time, with most of the damages being superficial enough that she and the other mechanists had just needed to plug the units into their racks and let them regenerate normally. Some of the units had plasma scoring that needed to be excised manually, but the ship was automated enough that they'd only marked off a few of the targets.
She glanced over at her superior, Alia, who had been working on a few units adjacent. "A-7 through B-16 are taken care of, ma'am. They'll all be ready to fly in less than an hour."
High Orbit Over Mazerin
Bukor 12, 936
7:03, Commonwealth Standard Time
It had been half a day since the Astarte's maiden battle, and for the very first time in her history, the ship was finally fit for service. Repairs were complete, and only slight discoloration on the aft section even hinted at the vicious plasma and radiation damage that had been inflicted by the NVR battleship's final attack. After hours of intensive patching (that might be more adequately referred to as surgery than maintenance), repair crews from both inside and outside the vessel were finally returning after undoing the last of the damages.
The ship's beginning had taken on an ominous note with the defense of Mazerin against what was an attempt at genocide by the New Veyrin Republic, but even with a skeleton crew, they had managed to pull through and prevented the worst. With all hands on deck and a full crew, there was no doubt the vessel would be ready for her maiden voyage.
Despite that, it felt a bit rushed. Traditionally, one of the first ships of a class should be christened in extensive ceremony, but they scarcely had the chance for that. The Astarte seemed to have earned her christening in battle, earning some measure of renown by wiping out an NVR battlegroup so quickly.
The name seemed less ironic now.
----
A day ago, Serhan Nejem had watched the battle from the bridge, anxiously feeding his runners orders and providing his own tactical know-how to the Captain of the ship. Now, and for what he hoped to be the last time, he was helping the FTL adjutants on the bridge finalized the calculations for Fold travel. It was something entirely out of knowledge base, so he often found himself just watching over shoulders and verifying output from the engines.
In effect, he spent most of three hours up to this point watching bars and waves synchronizing with other bars and waves on a screen that he had been asked to watch while they worked. It was exactly as uninteresting as one could imagine, although Serhan had gone through the tedium of staring at a screen for three hours without moving a muscle, only calling out numbers until the engineers had gotten the drive up to working order.
With everything ready, he sent a notice to the captain's suite, informing him that the ship was ready go to.
----
"Phew. Looks like we're all done up here."
Khiyai Sahrzad had admittedly had a fairly easy job of repairing the VANDR this time, with most of the damages being superficial enough that she and the other mechanists had just needed to plug the units into their racks and let them regenerate normally. Some of the units had plasma scoring that needed to be excised manually, but the ship was automated enough that they'd only marked off a few of the targets.
She glanced over at her superior, Alia, who had been working on a few units adjacent. "A-7 through B-16 are taken care of, ma'am. They'll all be ready to fly in less than an hour."
