LSDF Val'ta, Deck Two, Bridge
"All signs green. FTL positive." Aviator Jil'ha spoke into their headset, looking at the avionics data. Admittedly, while it was clearly presented it was a bit confusing - the sequence was quite complex. "Seems like all's good, and our travel will take a bit. The guy who designed the thing is keeping an eye on our engines."
"Excellent. I'll be downstairs then." The captain replied. "Not much to really be alert for in friendly space." Porrim pressed a button on their chair, and it could be heard decoupling from the floor beneath it and sliding underneath, back towards her room. "I'll be in my bunk. Gimme a yell if you need me."
Jil'ha clicked her tongue. "Roger that." She replied with a sigh, looking over to Er'red, pulling the mic away from her mouth. "She's bored, probably."
LSDF Val'ta, Deck Three, Observation Bar
Walking into the Observation deck, the first thing seen was the large window looking out the bow of the Val'ta, down the nose of the vessel - the tip of the point obscured by the shape of the hull. The point was still there though, and the view - for the moment - seemed to be quite busy. Other LSDF vessels were kilometres away in space, moving silently through the void to and from. A Harvester-class went into FTL about fifty kilometres away from the Val'ta - leaving a trail in its wake.
The stars were there. They were always there. They were not going anywhere. What was also not going anywhere was the sitting space around this observation window. A comfortable looking bar. There was a depression in the floor lined with bench seating with a good view of the window, with tables in the middle, light reading stored under them, and place mats for drinks.
Off to the left of the window was the bar itself. A solid looking thing, carved from one large piece of stone and placed inside the interior - or perhaps created for that interior with a space on the back wall to get behind it - enforced by pointy Data Strip. Morale officers who knew how to serve a good drink were allowed behind the bar, as well as cooking staff. Drinks were given on a merit basis. Generally, the better performers got the better drinks - but you could always get some water and watch the ever shifting view.
Off to the right in the bar were more tables and chairs, while a space of floor immediately in front of the door was clear, with the Val'ta's logo proudly displayed in the middle in stone. All throughout on the walls, Data Strip was available if soldiers wanted to loaf on the data pad and read the news or some funny pictures.
Once the ship went FTL though - who cared about reading? The view was beautiful! So many stars and things and clouds in space streaking by, providing a constant and colourful stream of input. A couple of soldiers were already sitting down together and watching the view, treating it like an enormous multicoloured fireplace with fire coming out of every edge into their eyes - kept back by something alleging to be glass; Looked through it like it, tapped your finger against it like it, breathed on it and wrote silly things in the condensation like it too.
LSDF Val'ta, Deck Three, Gymnasium
In the spar between Ashlinn and Mirage, they had found a space of floor with a blue mat beneath them. A white circle inside a white square marked the battle lines for the spar. There was one other space off to the other side like this, but it was occupied by people doing stretches, who were distracted by the spar going on.
The mood of the crowed seemed to be quietly amused by what was going on - A nekovalkyrja fighting a fyunnen? People usually stuck with their own when it came to a good scrap. It may have all been in good fun for now but a couple amongst the crowd wanted things to escalate, Yamataians and Lorath barracking hard for their sides in particular.
LSDF Val'ta, Deck Five, Engine Room
"You can't play a digital game on an analogue computer!" The engineer Michael was talking to stormed off, frustrated.
"You totally can!" Michael retorted as they stomped away, and left him to his own devices. He heaved a sigh and deflated a little. He turned around and kept an eye on the engines. Aiesu was responsible for picking them and he never quite got how the engine worked - with energy, and stuff. He was more of a combustion man and a designer for the mechanically unspeakable, as well as doing the aerodynamics.
His eyes scanned the room, doing a quick rounds of each engine's readings before he saw JiJi. His face lit up and he walked over. "Hey," he said, speaking Trade. "Speak Trade? Or-" he tapped something on his shoulders, a pair of buttons which projected something just below his neck - currently a flickering cloud, "-do I need to use these?"
Below, the hologram coalesced into Ly'thir text, translating what he said. It seemed to be a two-sided translator, with a written Trade input on his side, and his output facing JiJi.
