Kim
スター軍の司書
ON> Nataria Fleet Depot, Docking Bay 13
The civilian captain of the Eidolon stood in the docking bay of the Nataria Fleet Depot where she received her orders and the necessary supplies to take to the YSS Stardust that was exploring at star system 80 Light years to the north east of Essia.
Captain Morya Scott was rather confident that her first run as a starship captain would go well, the HnM operating charter was fairly cut and dry- “get in and get out”. She had never been concerned about someone defaming her name as she had through the company’s rigorous background investigation. She wondered if even SAINT went through such an intensive process.
She understood the cause for concern, after all, these were ships currently deployed to parts unknown; uncharted or simply classified. They needed these supplies to maintain a comfortable standard of functionality. Her ship would be bringing these soldiers some hope of fresh food, new entertainment and various other supplies. And for their hard work, she’d be getting a fairly decent sum of money for what she felt was a relatively simply job.
“Get in and get out. No heroics, no stunts, just deliver the goods and come home,” was what the owner and founder, Sirin had told her when she had pressed the neko for even more information about how to proceed. Morya was a little concerned about the part of the operating procedures that encouraged them to destroy the ship and supplies if they should ever get compromised and had no hope of escaping.
She was not one for mass suicide but she had entered into a contract that she hoped to never have to fully honor. The nation was important but so was her crew! Maybe she could find an escape route if it ever came to that. She hoped it wouldn’t.
She looked over her crew manifest and examined the six faces and the names that went with them. She hoped to commit them all to memory by the time they launched. She remembered briefly watching their interviews before their placement onto her ship from behind a two-way mirror in a sound proof room. Some of the more inexperienced crew seemed just a little too eager to help but they were young, some old by the standards of the Yamataian culture.
“Captain Scott, please sign here,” a crew hand offered a digitalized tablet clipboard to the tall, thin Nepleslian woman. The crew hand’s height palled beside the almost 6 foot tall woman at her own even 5 feet. But, she was a neko while this leggy captain was a Nepleslian woman. The neko wondered if all Nepleslian females were really that tall.
“Thank you, sweetie, if ya’ll do all the work, what the heck are my crew supposed to do?” Morya asked curiously, staring down at the much shorter green eyed neko as she took the clipboard and started initially it as she was needed.
“They should off-load it when they get to wherever you might be going, ma’am. Hopefully, the Ke-F8s won’t need to be repaired too much as soon as you launch,” the neko commented politely with a shrug as the captain returned the clipboard.
“I hope not, the bloody thing just got refitted! Thanks, sweetie. I think we can take it from here,” Morya gently patted the neko crew hand on the head, ruffling the girl’s short green hair.
The neko blushed and gave the Nepleslian woman an awkward reassuring smile, “May Chiharu guide you home safe again.” She backed away with a quick bow before hurrying off with her clipboard.
Morya watched her go with a soft smirk before looking back to her matte black ship. Their were no painted on hull designations or logos, Sirin had insisted that the ships be unmarked on the outside to keep them more easily hidden when the cloaking devices were not active.
“If nothing else,” Morya commented softly to herself, “Miss Hakunestu is an extremely paranoid minded woman. Let’s hope that this is simply just… overkill and unnecessary for our survival.” She walked onto the HNMS Eidolon (HF-07) with a grin of her face to meet up with her crew that had been setting themselves up in the few crew quarters that the ship had….
The civilian captain of the Eidolon stood in the docking bay of the Nataria Fleet Depot where she received her orders and the necessary supplies to take to the YSS Stardust that was exploring at star system 80 Light years to the north east of Essia.
Captain Morya Scott was rather confident that her first run as a starship captain would go well, the HnM operating charter was fairly cut and dry- “get in and get out”. She had never been concerned about someone defaming her name as she had through the company’s rigorous background investigation. She wondered if even SAINT went through such an intensive process.
She understood the cause for concern, after all, these were ships currently deployed to parts unknown; uncharted or simply classified. They needed these supplies to maintain a comfortable standard of functionality. Her ship would be bringing these soldiers some hope of fresh food, new entertainment and various other supplies. And for their hard work, she’d be getting a fairly decent sum of money for what she felt was a relatively simply job.
“Get in and get out. No heroics, no stunts, just deliver the goods and come home,” was what the owner and founder, Sirin had told her when she had pressed the neko for even more information about how to proceed. Morya was a little concerned about the part of the operating procedures that encouraged them to destroy the ship and supplies if they should ever get compromised and had no hope of escaping.
She was not one for mass suicide but she had entered into a contract that she hoped to never have to fully honor. The nation was important but so was her crew! Maybe she could find an escape route if it ever came to that. She hoped it wouldn’t.
She looked over her crew manifest and examined the six faces and the names that went with them. She hoped to commit them all to memory by the time they launched. She remembered briefly watching their interviews before their placement onto her ship from behind a two-way mirror in a sound proof room. Some of the more inexperienced crew seemed just a little too eager to help but they were young, some old by the standards of the Yamataian culture.
“Captain Scott, please sign here,” a crew hand offered a digitalized tablet clipboard to the tall, thin Nepleslian woman. The crew hand’s height palled beside the almost 6 foot tall woman at her own even 5 feet. But, she was a neko while this leggy captain was a Nepleslian woman. The neko wondered if all Nepleslian females were really that tall.
“Thank you, sweetie, if ya’ll do all the work, what the heck are my crew supposed to do?” Morya asked curiously, staring down at the much shorter green eyed neko as she took the clipboard and started initially it as she was needed.
“They should off-load it when they get to wherever you might be going, ma’am. Hopefully, the Ke-F8s won’t need to be repaired too much as soon as you launch,” the neko commented politely with a shrug as the captain returned the clipboard.
“I hope not, the bloody thing just got refitted! Thanks, sweetie. I think we can take it from here,” Morya gently patted the neko crew hand on the head, ruffling the girl’s short green hair.
The neko blushed and gave the Nepleslian woman an awkward reassuring smile, “May Chiharu guide you home safe again.” She backed away with a quick bow before hurrying off with her clipboard.
Morya watched her go with a soft smirk before looking back to her matte black ship. Their were no painted on hull designations or logos, Sirin had insisted that the ships be unmarked on the outside to keep them more easily hidden when the cloaking devices were not active.
“If nothing else,” Morya commented softly to herself, “Miss Hakunestu is an extremely paranoid minded woman. Let’s hope that this is simply just… overkill and unnecessary for our survival.” She walked onto the HNMS Eidolon (HF-07) with a grin of her face to meet up with her crew that had been setting themselves up in the few crew quarters that the ship had….
