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ten_fwd_ooc2015-03-22 06:42 am
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TEST DRIVE #10 - Cetacean Pool and Ten Forward
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Option 001. Cetacean Pool/Aquatics Lab: Of all the places in the world, you open your eyes and you find yourself in a medium-sized aquatics laboratory, filled with various living specimens along with various science officers bustling about trying to maintain order. There's much to explore here (and hopefully, in the crew's opinion, not break), but the main attraction is the large pool at the far end of the lab; enormous but tanklike in appearance, it contains several dolphins happily swimming about, seemingly without a care in the world.
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Option 002. Aboard the Enterprise, Ten Forward: You have no idea what just happened. One minute you were home, and now you're on a spaceship, in the middle of a crowded room. It looks like a bar. There are people eating and drinking, some in uniform, others not. Some are clearly aliens.
You've managed to land in Ten Forward a long bar with barstools and a bartender, tables sprinkled throughout, and the far wall is nothing but windows out to space. It looks like a nice lounge, low conversation making the room hum.
Better ask some questions and find out where you are, or just tap the closest person on the shoulder and try to make friends. The bar is open.
Option 001. Cetacean Pool/Aquatics Lab: Of all the places in the world, you open your eyes and you find yourself in a medium-sized aquatics laboratory, filled with various living specimens along with various science officers bustling about trying to maintain order. There's much to explore here (and hopefully, in the crew's opinion, not break), but the main attraction is the large pool at the far end of the lab; enormous but tanklike in appearance, it contains several dolphins happily swimming about, seemingly without a care in the world.
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Option 002. Aboard the Enterprise, Ten Forward: You have no idea what just happened. One minute you were home, and now you're on a spaceship, in the middle of a crowded room. It looks like a bar. There are people eating and drinking, some in uniform, others not. Some are clearly aliens.
You've managed to land in Ten Forward a long bar with barstools and a bartender, tables sprinkled throughout, and the far wall is nothing but windows out to space. It looks like a nice lounge, low conversation making the room hum.
Better ask some questions and find out where you are, or just tap the closest person on the shoulder and try to make friends. The bar is open.
Option 2(ignore if you like)
...well, that is the fun part. There, hovering just slightly off the table, was a model version of the Enterprise, Alex's hands holding a remote control device that carefully guided the newly operational model as it rose from it's mooring stanchions with a smooth motion. Under his breath, Alex was muttering a steady string of commands and answers.
"...all moorings are clear. Station keeping thrusters are now off. Ahead one quarter impulse. Aye." And the Enterprise model slowly rose in a turning spiral, and moved forward, as if turning out of a spot in Stardock and moving toward the doors to open space.
Alex followed, hands moving over the controls as the ship rose higher, and skimmed past one or another of the crewmembers and guests nearby minor course corrections clearing each new obstacle as it made it's way toward the doors out of Ten Forward.
The model was a to-scale model of the ship, with working running lights, clearly delineated engineering pods, and even a small detachable captain's yacht. Alex had only just finished it, with a little help from a few fellow model buffs in the guests and crew. This one was only three feet long, but he was debating making the longer version, a full four and a half-feet long, that had more working parts and more capabilities. It had taken him this long to master the basics of the engineering concepts involved, and that was with a leg up from the advanced Rylosian engineering disciplines of his time.
"Maneuvering thrusters, adjust heading by Mark two one nine three. Two one nine three, aye. All stop. Answering all-stop, aye." The model ship came upward, then slowed to a halt, hovering above most people's heads. Alex stepped to the side and waited for a small tangle of people to sort themselves out and clear the way toward the doors.
He grinned widely and glanced around, then saw the officer watching and flushed, realizing that his actions might maybe have seemed a little odd to anyone used to flying the actual ship. He bobbed a nod to the man, even as he glanced forward, making sure he was not keeping anyone. "Sir."
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His eyebrows shoot up towards his hairline as he spots a decent miniature of his ship. It's making good progress around the room and it corners pretty well. He becomes aware of a guy talking himself through the manoeuvres and listens in.
"You must be a pilot yourself."
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He eyed the officer, wondering if the man had been around when Alex had been revived. He had been foggy for days, and slowly come out of it. By then, far fewer people than the group he hazily remembered being around had been there in the Sickbay. "Alex Rogan sir. Former Starfighter pilot."
The rank pins marked this man as a Commander, and that meant he was one of few on the ship. "Do you do any piloting, sir?"