zephyrite
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Galar rose from the chair inside Drift's bridge and stretched. It had been a long, boring week in transit from the place where the large Freespacer mothership they were all inhabiting was constructed. The only personnel aboard Drift at this point were the automatons that had been thrown into the deal with the ship itself, a few citizens looking to make a new life, and, of course, himself. Galar was relieved that nothing had gone wrong with the ship yet. He trusted Freespacer technology, but didn't quite know how it worked. It didn't help that he only had two engineers that barely knew what a spaceship looked like to help if things did go wrong.
They had passed into UOC territory a little while back, with permission from the government. Hopefully, Drift would have a place for itself at last. It would only be a few minutes until he would have to set out for orbit around Jiyuu, for in order to start the discussions face-to-face, the ship he would descend in would have to be subjected to a decontamination procedure first. In fact, Galar thought to himself, I should start prepping the ship for launch right now.
Before leaving the bridge however, Galar spoke to the air, "I trust you three to keep the ship from falling apart while I'm gone, alright?"
The three syntelligences in the ship's computer responded simultaneously, "I don't expect we'll need to worry."
"Not a problem."
"Of course we will."
Galar smiled; he had barely gotten to know the personalities behind those three, but they were a good fit for the ship. He would have to talk to them more later, for now he had to get going.
Settling into the pilot's seat of his ship, the New Beginnings, Galar flipped the switches and pressed the buttons necessary for getting the old Geshrinari Light Freighter ready to fly. The ship was a bit cramped, but it got him from point A to point B, and that was all that really mattered. The ship all warmed up, Galar pressed the comm button and said, "Think one of you could open the hatch?"
A metallic sound came through the speaker as the hatch door opened. Galar frowned; the sound was vaguely reminiscent of a raspberry.
Jiyuu was visible through the windows, and it was indeed a beautiful sight from where he was. Blues and greens filled its surface, with clouds of white obscuring much of it. Accelerating towards the planet, Galar sent a communication asking the nearest patrol what to do in order to decontaminate his vessel.
They had passed into UOC territory a little while back, with permission from the government. Hopefully, Drift would have a place for itself at last. It would only be a few minutes until he would have to set out for orbit around Jiyuu, for in order to start the discussions face-to-face, the ship he would descend in would have to be subjected to a decontamination procedure first. In fact, Galar thought to himself, I should start prepping the ship for launch right now.
Before leaving the bridge however, Galar spoke to the air, "I trust you three to keep the ship from falling apart while I'm gone, alright?"
The three syntelligences in the ship's computer responded simultaneously, "I don't expect we'll need to worry."
"Not a problem."
"Of course we will."
Galar smiled; he had barely gotten to know the personalities behind those three, but they were a good fit for the ship. He would have to talk to them more later, for now he had to get going.
Settling into the pilot's seat of his ship, the New Beginnings, Galar flipped the switches and pressed the buttons necessary for getting the old Geshrinari Light Freighter ready to fly. The ship was a bit cramped, but it got him from point A to point B, and that was all that really mattered. The ship all warmed up, Galar pressed the comm button and said, "Think one of you could open the hatch?"
A metallic sound came through the speaker as the hatch door opened. Galar frowned; the sound was vaguely reminiscent of a raspberry.
Jiyuu was visible through the windows, and it was indeed a beautiful sight from where he was. Blues and greens filled its surface, with clouds of white obscuring much of it. Accelerating towards the planet, Galar sent a communication asking the nearest patrol what to do in order to decontaminate his vessel.