02-10-2025, 02:53 AM
==0755 Hours. Day after commissioning. Continued from Crew Quarters.==
The new Bridge module had that new ship smell as Jenny stepped out of the turbolift and took in the brand-new equipment. The Yeager had launched with temporary modules installed for several of its major work areas, and the Bridge had been one of them; now it was once again whole with its permanent installation. While outwardly it was near-identical to the older Intrepid-class vessels, the Pathfinder-class Bridge utilised far more advanced technology, including holographic and haptic interfaces where desired, and the sheer amount of space meant that all of her Bridge crew could be present, along with understudies or assistants learning the roles, and there was still room to spare.
They really did just tear the whole thing out and replace it. The entire deck.
Refreshed and in a much cheerier mood than she had been the previous night, Jenny worked her way around the Bridge checking in with the Gamma-shift officers who were due to go off-duty in five minutes. They all seemed as impressed with the new equipment as she was, and Jenny briefly lingered to straighten and run her fingers over the Yeager's shiny new dedication plaque, installed when the ship had been deemed safe for habitation again.
"Rules are made for people who aren't willing to make up their own." It was an apt quote for this crew, and this particular Captain, as it had been appropriate for the man who had initially spoken it; Yeager had famously flown his Mach One flight with broken ribs, conveniently failing to inform the flight surgeon that he had fallen off his horse lest he be grounded. It was just one of many ways in which the Yeager's namesake had been a renegade and legend, but it was the one Jenny most related to.
Taking her seat and wiggling in the new faux-leather, Jenny tested for any sign of squeaking or other unfortunate noises that might cause embarrassment or distraction. There were none, and it had automatically lowered so her feet touched the floor and didn't dangle like those of a small child. The terminal between her station and Jensen's, so much like the Philadelphia's or the old Yeager's, popped up almost unbelievably quickly and displayed requested data at a speed she'd not encountered since the Artemis. Some of the quirks remained though, despite the entire module being ripped out; the ventilation duct above the Master System Display still rattled, and she could have sworn that one of the lights above the door to her Ready Room flashed purple every couple of minutes.
It wouldn't be the Yeager without a few glitches...
Sitting back in her chair, Jenny smiled to herself as she heard the chimes that signalled the change of watch. The Gamma-shift personnel would remain at their posts until their Alpha-shift replacements arrived, and then the Yeager would depart on her next grand adventure. The biggest challenge before her now, at least until she got to the diplomacy part of the mission, was to select the contestants for the race. Much as she would have loved to do it herself, that was a job for the young and eager, and Jenny's lip quirked a little more at the corners as she considered just how "informative" the new crew's first mission would be.
The new Bridge module had that new ship smell as Jenny stepped out of the turbolift and took in the brand-new equipment. The Yeager had launched with temporary modules installed for several of its major work areas, and the Bridge had been one of them; now it was once again whole with its permanent installation. While outwardly it was near-identical to the older Intrepid-class vessels, the Pathfinder-class Bridge utilised far more advanced technology, including holographic and haptic interfaces where desired, and the sheer amount of space meant that all of her Bridge crew could be present, along with understudies or assistants learning the roles, and there was still room to spare.
They really did just tear the whole thing out and replace it. The entire deck.
Refreshed and in a much cheerier mood than she had been the previous night, Jenny worked her way around the Bridge checking in with the Gamma-shift officers who were due to go off-duty in five minutes. They all seemed as impressed with the new equipment as she was, and Jenny briefly lingered to straighten and run her fingers over the Yeager's shiny new dedication plaque, installed when the ship had been deemed safe for habitation again.
"Rules are made for people who aren't willing to make up their own." It was an apt quote for this crew, and this particular Captain, as it had been appropriate for the man who had initially spoken it; Yeager had famously flown his Mach One flight with broken ribs, conveniently failing to inform the flight surgeon that he had fallen off his horse lest he be grounded. It was just one of many ways in which the Yeager's namesake had been a renegade and legend, but it was the one Jenny most related to.
Taking her seat and wiggling in the new faux-leather, Jenny tested for any sign of squeaking or other unfortunate noises that might cause embarrassment or distraction. There were none, and it had automatically lowered so her feet touched the floor and didn't dangle like those of a small child. The terminal between her station and Jensen's, so much like the Philadelphia's or the old Yeager's, popped up almost unbelievably quickly and displayed requested data at a speed she'd not encountered since the Artemis. Some of the quirks remained though, despite the entire module being ripped out; the ventilation duct above the Master System Display still rattled, and she could have sworn that one of the lights above the door to her Ready Room flashed purple every couple of minutes.
It wouldn't be the Yeager without a few glitches...
Sitting back in her chair, Jenny smiled to herself as she heard the chimes that signalled the change of watch. The Gamma-shift personnel would remain at their posts until their Alpha-shift replacements arrived, and then the Yeager would depart on her next grand adventure. The biggest challenge before her now, at least until she got to the diplomacy part of the mission, was to select the contestants for the race. Much as she would have loved to do it herself, that was a job for the young and eager, and Jenny's lip quirked a little more at the corners as she considered just how "informative" the new crew's first mission would be.