03-27-2025, 09:52 PM
==It's amazing how having a two year-old and a new job sap your time!==
The Yeager had arrived on schedule and without much in the way of drama. Certain personages aboard had complained vociferously about the survival training that Jenny had ordered D'Tor'an to run, but it had been for their own good, so Jenny had politely listened to, and then forgotten about, the complaints. It didn't stop her wondering whether it would be a good idea to toss a certain diplomatic assistant into a temporal stream and see what happened. Would the temporal radiation age him a thousand years in ten minutes? Reduce him to a single-celled organism? The possibilities were, actually, endless.
As sensor readings began to flow to the Bridge through the Yeager's passive sensors, Jenny took particular interest in the race apparently already in progress. Given that racing seemed to be something like a spiritual experience for the Wairara, she wasn't surprised to see one going on. Bringing the display up on the terminal set between the command chairs, Jenny watched with interest and let out a soft 'ooof' as the signal of one of the racers vanished. Given the velocities involved, she doubted the pilot even knew what was going on, let alone that they were about to meet their end, before scattering themselves across the surface of the comet.
“Copying is easy. But not copying their mistakes is harder.”
Jenny was gratified to hear that her temporary Helm Officer was taking this seriously, and though the reason for it was unfortunate, it had been a much-needed reality check for the young pilot.
"A potent reminder to be careful."
Jenny frowned, eyes still fixed on the screen as she watched the race continue. As yet, no search and rescue craft had been dispatched, but given the velocity at which the racer had impacted the comet, there wouldn't be much left to rescue; maybe a few fragments of spacecraft and a body part or two, to return to the grieving family. That is, of course, if losing a pilot in the race was cause for grief; many cultures actively celebrated death when chasing a spiritual or ideological objective, the ancient Mayans of Earth would allegedly sacrifice the captain of the winning team after a ball game. If the Wairara were anything like the Klingons, that pilot was likely sitting at the the starting line of The Great Race next to Yun themselves.
Regardless of whether or not death during the race was a matter for celebration or grief, it was simply a matter of life that racing had always, and would always be a dangerous sport.
"Careful doesn't win races; but there's a difference between daring and recklessness."
Rewinding the sensor logs on her console, Jenny zoomed in and tried to follow the individual sensor contacts as they skirted the Comet, trying to identify what might have caused the crash. She knew that it was most likely pilot error, but it could also have been caused by a systems malfunction, gravimetric shear, or exotic particles. The reason for slamming into a solid object at a fraction of lightspeed rarely mattered in the long-run, you were just as dead regardless of reason, but if it kept her people alive it was worth knowing.
"Helm, take us in-system but steer clear of the racers and any anomalies. I'd rather not make a first impression on the Wairara by breaking the ship or turning one of their pilots into a bug on our windshield."
==GM Input please: Do the sensor logs give Jenny any particular information to form a more concrete hypothesis of why the pilot crashed?==
The Yeager had arrived on schedule and without much in the way of drama. Certain personages aboard had complained vociferously about the survival training that Jenny had ordered D'Tor'an to run, but it had been for their own good, so Jenny had politely listened to, and then forgotten about, the complaints. It didn't stop her wondering whether it would be a good idea to toss a certain diplomatic assistant into a temporal stream and see what happened. Would the temporal radiation age him a thousand years in ten minutes? Reduce him to a single-celled organism? The possibilities were, actually, endless.
As sensor readings began to flow to the Bridge through the Yeager's passive sensors, Jenny took particular interest in the race apparently already in progress. Given that racing seemed to be something like a spiritual experience for the Wairara, she wasn't surprised to see one going on. Bringing the display up on the terminal set between the command chairs, Jenny watched with interest and let out a soft 'ooof' as the signal of one of the racers vanished. Given the velocities involved, she doubted the pilot even knew what was going on, let alone that they were about to meet their end, before scattering themselves across the surface of the comet.
“Copying is easy. But not copying their mistakes is harder.”
Jenny was gratified to hear that her temporary Helm Officer was taking this seriously, and though the reason for it was unfortunate, it had been a much-needed reality check for the young pilot.
"A potent reminder to be careful."
Jenny frowned, eyes still fixed on the screen as she watched the race continue. As yet, no search and rescue craft had been dispatched, but given the velocity at which the racer had impacted the comet, there wouldn't be much left to rescue; maybe a few fragments of spacecraft and a body part or two, to return to the grieving family. That is, of course, if losing a pilot in the race was cause for grief; many cultures actively celebrated death when chasing a spiritual or ideological objective, the ancient Mayans of Earth would allegedly sacrifice the captain of the winning team after a ball game. If the Wairara were anything like the Klingons, that pilot was likely sitting at the the starting line of The Great Race next to Yun themselves.
Regardless of whether or not death during the race was a matter for celebration or grief, it was simply a matter of life that racing had always, and would always be a dangerous sport.
"Careful doesn't win races; but there's a difference between daring and recklessness."
Rewinding the sensor logs on her console, Jenny zoomed in and tried to follow the individual sensor contacts as they skirted the Comet, trying to identify what might have caused the crash. She knew that it was most likely pilot error, but it could also have been caused by a systems malfunction, gravimetric shear, or exotic particles. The reason for slamming into a solid object at a fraction of lightspeed rarely mattered in the long-run, you were just as dead regardless of reason, but if it kept her people alive it was worth knowing.
"Helm, take us in-system but steer clear of the racers and any anomalies. I'd rather not make a first impression on the Wairara by breaking the ship or turning one of their pilots into a bug on our windshield."
==GM Input please: Do the sensor logs give Jenny any particular information to form a more concrete hypothesis of why the pilot crashed?==