03-30-2025, 01:14 PM
Time. No matter what, it always comes down to time. Too much and we are idle; too little and we are lost. The great challenge of life is, and always will be, time.
Hallowette sat quietly as the Commander spoke with Chief Omdor, the lingering discomfort left by the Captain's outburst settling uncomfortably in the pit of her stomach. Waiting on Lucy's calculations only served to heighten the feeling, the lack of time and knowledge of what might lie before the pair of errant vessels another layer of discomfort.
Hally knew something had to be done, and while she had every confidence in Devereaux's ability to give her a good answer, and if for some reason it was unclear to them, she was certain that Aeryn would help. The luxury of TIME though, that was where her confidence diminished.
The last few hours of her first bridge shift had been nothing like she had imagined. She had failed almost immediately, then managed to recover with the help of her training and the kind words of Lt. Grant. She had performed well enough since, but she cursed her inexperience, just as she cursed the rapidly throbbing pain in her wrist. She spared a glance to see her fair skin already beginning to bruise, though everything still seemed functional enough - but as she sat idly by awaiting the answer to her question, the pain ate at her, and mixed with the feeling in the pit of her stomach she felt helpless, especially as she watched the freighter tumble slowly over and over, drifting uncontrolled at the side of the Artemis.
"I've gotta get them stopped." she said under her breath. Her rank though, the fact that her overconfidence had already caused her embarrassment threatened her ability to act. She thought about looking to Grant, but decided against it.
She was the ship's helmsman. She had to act. The time to act was now.
"Shuttle team, this is Artemis flight control. I'm going to coordinate with you to get the qoH' slowed, then back to a position that is a bit more tenable." Hally knew the shuttle pilots well enough, in fact she had taken several alert standby shifts herself. If things had gone even slightly differently, it's likely it would have been her flying one of those shuttles, but today, she was in charge of the big ship, which meant she called the shots on how this would go down.
Hally quickly worked out a plan as the shuttles launched, vectoring the two north/south, and placing the Artemis in a way that the ships auxiliary deflector would clear any small debris and gas from their path and allow the shuttles to work unimpeded by the nebula's more abrasive characteristics.
"Shuttle team, once the area fore of the drift is clear, you are free to slow the qoH' and bring her to a stop. Artemis will match speed and orientation. Once complete, maintain tractor lock and we will return to the following coordinates within the probe field."
==GM Input: Hally is trying to coordinate the operation to get the qoH' back into a more tenable position. Is she successful? Is the use of the ships lower powered deflector useful for mitigating any immediate hazards the composition of the nebula might pose?==
Hallowette sat quietly as the Commander spoke with Chief Omdor, the lingering discomfort left by the Captain's outburst settling uncomfortably in the pit of her stomach. Waiting on Lucy's calculations only served to heighten the feeling, the lack of time and knowledge of what might lie before the pair of errant vessels another layer of discomfort.
Hally knew something had to be done, and while she had every confidence in Devereaux's ability to give her a good answer, and if for some reason it was unclear to them, she was certain that Aeryn would help. The luxury of TIME though, that was where her confidence diminished.
The last few hours of her first bridge shift had been nothing like she had imagined. She had failed almost immediately, then managed to recover with the help of her training and the kind words of Lt. Grant. She had performed well enough since, but she cursed her inexperience, just as she cursed the rapidly throbbing pain in her wrist. She spared a glance to see her fair skin already beginning to bruise, though everything still seemed functional enough - but as she sat idly by awaiting the answer to her question, the pain ate at her, and mixed with the feeling in the pit of her stomach she felt helpless, especially as she watched the freighter tumble slowly over and over, drifting uncontrolled at the side of the Artemis.
"I've gotta get them stopped." she said under her breath. Her rank though, the fact that her overconfidence had already caused her embarrassment threatened her ability to act. She thought about looking to Grant, but decided against it.
She was the ship's helmsman. She had to act. The time to act was now.
"Shuttle team, this is Artemis flight control. I'm going to coordinate with you to get the qoH' slowed, then back to a position that is a bit more tenable." Hally knew the shuttle pilots well enough, in fact she had taken several alert standby shifts herself. If things had gone even slightly differently, it's likely it would have been her flying one of those shuttles, but today, she was in charge of the big ship, which meant she called the shots on how this would go down.
Hally quickly worked out a plan as the shuttles launched, vectoring the two north/south, and placing the Artemis in a way that the ships auxiliary deflector would clear any small debris and gas from their path and allow the shuttles to work unimpeded by the nebula's more abrasive characteristics.
"Shuttle team, once the area fore of the drift is clear, you are free to slow the qoH' and bring her to a stop. Artemis will match speed and orientation. Once complete, maintain tractor lock and we will return to the following coordinates within the probe field."
==GM Input: Hally is trying to coordinate the operation to get the qoH' back into a more tenable position. Is she successful? Is the use of the ships lower powered deflector useful for mitigating any immediate hazards the composition of the nebula might pose?==