MissingNo
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The Horizon's Key glided through space with grace far belying its blocky appearance, having just minutes before left Pisces Station behind to truly begin its journey.
All of the unused quarters on Deck One were loaded with provisions; mostly food but also spare parts, spare tools, and spare clothing A majority of the budget had gone to these. The med-bay had been stocked with only the essentials and the science lab was nearly bare. The mess hall was stocked with the food that they would most likely be eating first. And the armories were...quite empty. Only a few guns were in the budget, with the rest of the weapon allowance going toward ammo. But, hopefully, that would be enough.
The Upper Hold was bare and the cavern of the Lower Hold was also empty aside from a two-tier stack of standard cargo crates and the lone Jilanth-class shuttle that had come with the ship.
The primary fusion reactor hummed steadily in the depths of engineering on deck three, and all readouts read optimal. On the bridge, the Ship Operations station was ready for Eliot's perusal with engineering and system assignment readouts. The Security/Tactical station was ready for Nicholai, listing out the current weapon manifest along with a general readiness report on ship-mounted weapons and shields. The Pilot's station was in use by Kassiopea, who had just finished the exit from Pisces without a hitch. And the panels mounted on the command chair monitored communications and everything else of importance.
Course was set and, once they cleared the edge of the Albini system, the crew of the Key would be on their way to New Kohana.
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Gem finished reviewing the supply manifest and entering the costs into her own budget file. After issuing a money card to Kassiopea, the crew had dispersed into Pisces to gather their supplies, which had gone well. However...
She sighed, reattaching her datapad to the clip on her belt. They hadn't been able to buy as much as she had wanted, even with her resources, but it should be enough. Their destination held promise...at least, she would have liked to think so. A practically isolated race had to have _some_ desire to trade with the stars, shouldn't it?
"Nothin' is a sure deal," she murmured to herself. She would have to get used to that idea and not put everything on any one job if they were to keep this ship spaceborne and the crew fed and supplied.
Standing from the command chair, Gem walked over to Kassiopea at the Flight Control station in the front-center of the bridge. "Gettin' th' hang o' it?" she asked. It was half-rhetorical question; Gem wanted to hear Kassi's response to find out the 'Spacer's confidence in her piloting. Technically, the exit from Pisces had gone without any damage done, the new pilot seemed to have taken to the new craft like a natural.
All of the unused quarters on Deck One were loaded with provisions; mostly food but also spare parts, spare tools, and spare clothing A majority of the budget had gone to these. The med-bay had been stocked with only the essentials and the science lab was nearly bare. The mess hall was stocked with the food that they would most likely be eating first. And the armories were...quite empty. Only a few guns were in the budget, with the rest of the weapon allowance going toward ammo. But, hopefully, that would be enough.
The Upper Hold was bare and the cavern of the Lower Hold was also empty aside from a two-tier stack of standard cargo crates and the lone Jilanth-class shuttle that had come with the ship.
The primary fusion reactor hummed steadily in the depths of engineering on deck three, and all readouts read optimal. On the bridge, the Ship Operations station was ready for Eliot's perusal with engineering and system assignment readouts. The Security/Tactical station was ready for Nicholai, listing out the current weapon manifest along with a general readiness report on ship-mounted weapons and shields. The Pilot's station was in use by Kassiopea, who had just finished the exit from Pisces without a hitch. And the panels mounted on the command chair monitored communications and everything else of importance.
Course was set and, once they cleared the edge of the Albini system, the crew of the Key would be on their way to New Kohana.
---
Gem finished reviewing the supply manifest and entering the costs into her own budget file. After issuing a money card to Kassiopea, the crew had dispersed into Pisces to gather their supplies, which had gone well. However...
She sighed, reattaching her datapad to the clip on her belt. They hadn't been able to buy as much as she had wanted, even with her resources, but it should be enough. Their destination held promise...at least, she would have liked to think so. A practically isolated race had to have _some_ desire to trade with the stars, shouldn't it?
"Nothin' is a sure deal," she murmured to herself. She would have to get used to that idea and not put everything on any one job if they were to keep this ship spaceborne and the crew fed and supplied.
Standing from the command chair, Gem walked over to Kassiopea at the Flight Control station in the front-center of the bridge. "Gettin' th' hang o' it?" she asked. It was half-rhetorical question; Gem wanted to hear Kassi's response to find out the 'Spacer's confidence in her piloting. Technically, the exit from Pisces had gone without any damage done, the new pilot seemed to have taken to the new craft like a natural.
