- RP Date
- Late YE 42
- RP Location
- Gawain Station, Sanctum System
Gawain Station
Port Green
Dock 15
The dock had been surprisingly hushed in the hours leading up to the ship's christening ceremony. Decorations had been placed the day before that prominently displayed the New Dusk Conclave's flag and the Pine family's livery. The audio and visual systems that would carry the speakers' words across the audience and to anyone who was tuning in from the Conclave's slowly growing territories had been checked and rechecked.
It went without saying that after the last public address that security would be higher than ever. Invisible shields would be in place to protect the speakers from the audience. The dock's air filtration systems were newly installed and triple checked. There would not be a repeat of what happened to Jack Pine. Not today.
EVE6 drifted over the empty seats, considering the stage and the ceremony grounds. In an hour, some of the most important people in her nation would be on that stage. Digital butterflies filled her stomach. It would be the last time that the sensation would be entirely simulated.
She drifted down and walked - a somewhat awkward scene for someone barely 12 inches tall - so that she could appreciate the gravity of it all. Her destination was a room not far behind the stage.
***
A handful of techs sat in the room that EVE6 walked into, arranged around a still figure on a table. A black box hummed quietly near by, a single red light burning brightly on its front face.
She looked to one of the techs. "Alright, I'm ready. Make the switch."
The tech nodded and tapped the air in front of them. She experienced a moment of nothingness, where it felt like her conscience was unmoored, and then..
The little drone that had been projecting her clattered to the ground unceremoniously.
***
Waylan arrived just a little before the room was open to the larger crowd, mentally reviewing the maintenance logs for the first production model of the new Spectre-class. Dozens of others were being built or planned, but this was the one that got all the fireworks.
All the reports were coming back green. They had been for days, but it didn't preclude a little extra checking.
One item stood out among the others as an oddity in the ship's manifest. He quirked an eyebrow.
"Yamatai sent one of their own frames? Interesting," he muttered to himself, checking a few of the available notes. It seemed like the ship's deck crew was confident in their ability to keep it maintained, so that's all that really mattered to him. Yamatai's tech littered enough battlefields that he didn't need to try anything compromising if he wanted to get a closer look.
The engineer focused his attention back to the path ahead of him and started to look for the chair with his name on it. He passed rows of similarly labeled chairs for the ship's crew, other engineers, dignitaries, reporters, and more.
Waylan settled into his seat.
OOC: This is the thread for the launch ceremony. Show up in your dress uniforms if you want to, otherwise you can assume you're in the crowd of you're part of the plot. Jack and others who are intending to say a few words on stage can do so at your leisure.
I don't intend for this to be a long running thread so that we can get into the action! Ideally I'll close it out next weekend.
Port Green
Dock 15
The dock had been surprisingly hushed in the hours leading up to the ship's christening ceremony. Decorations had been placed the day before that prominently displayed the New Dusk Conclave's flag and the Pine family's livery. The audio and visual systems that would carry the speakers' words across the audience and to anyone who was tuning in from the Conclave's slowly growing territories had been checked and rechecked.
It went without saying that after the last public address that security would be higher than ever. Invisible shields would be in place to protect the speakers from the audience. The dock's air filtration systems were newly installed and triple checked. There would not be a repeat of what happened to Jack Pine. Not today.
EVE6 drifted over the empty seats, considering the stage and the ceremony grounds. In an hour, some of the most important people in her nation would be on that stage. Digital butterflies filled her stomach. It would be the last time that the sensation would be entirely simulated.
She drifted down and walked - a somewhat awkward scene for someone barely 12 inches tall - so that she could appreciate the gravity of it all. Her destination was a room not far behind the stage.
***
A handful of techs sat in the room that EVE6 walked into, arranged around a still figure on a table. A black box hummed quietly near by, a single red light burning brightly on its front face.
She looked to one of the techs. "Alright, I'm ready. Make the switch."
The tech nodded and tapped the air in front of them. She experienced a moment of nothingness, where it felt like her conscience was unmoored, and then..
The little drone that had been projecting her clattered to the ground unceremoniously.
***
Waylan arrived just a little before the room was open to the larger crowd, mentally reviewing the maintenance logs for the first production model of the new Spectre-class. Dozens of others were being built or planned, but this was the one that got all the fireworks.
All the reports were coming back green. They had been for days, but it didn't preclude a little extra checking.
One item stood out among the others as an oddity in the ship's manifest. He quirked an eyebrow.
"Yamatai sent one of their own frames? Interesting," he muttered to himself, checking a few of the available notes. It seemed like the ship's deck crew was confident in their ability to keep it maintained, so that's all that really mattered to him. Yamatai's tech littered enough battlefields that he didn't need to try anything compromising if he wanted to get a closer look.
The engineer focused his attention back to the path ahead of him and started to look for the chair with his name on it. He passed rows of similarly labeled chairs for the ship's crew, other engineers, dignitaries, reporters, and more.
Waylan settled into his seat.
OOC: This is the thread for the launch ceremony. Show up in your dress uniforms if you want to, otherwise you can assume you're in the crowd of you're part of the plot.
I don't intend for this to be a long running thread so that we can get into the action! Ideally I'll close it out next weekend.