12-01-2024, 08:10 PM
It took longer than Ian wanted it to (or perhaps that was just the seconds feeling like minutes), but there was something that resembled a Go Status regarding the slipstream drive. Science Officer Suttcliffe would disagree, of course, but Ian didn’t really care about his non-Engineering opinions.
“Okay,” Sutcliffe started, “We’ve got a few problems here.”
“ ‘We’?”
“The engines are still not cooled down, Elliot.”
“I know that, Science Boy.”
“My name is Suttcliffe.”
“I know what your name is. You’re wasting my time.”
“It’s literally one less syllable. Plus, the Benamite crystals are about to fracture.”
“They’re not fractured yet, there’s no need to worry about it.”
“We’re way too close to the planet.”
“That’s the planet’s problem.”
“We don’t even have coordinates yet.”
“We’ll get coordinates when the Bridge gives us coordinates!!”
The two young men locked eyes, glaring at each other. Ian was able to maintain eye contact while his fingers still pressed buttons and danced over his console, while Theo’s hands were still, resting at the edges of his console as to not accidentally touch anything.
“I have an idea.” Ian said suddenly, breaking eye contact, and the moment. He looked down at his console and brought up a different window, one that looked like a maze puzzle. “Hey Jamie!” He yelled. “If we re-route the air flow and vent the excess heat from the engines inside the ship instead of into space, how cooked are we?”
A female Lieutenant came up to look at his console, her unhappy yet resigned expression telling Ian all he needed to know. “It could work,” she admitted. “But we’d be as ‘cooked’ as a Thanksgiving deep-fried turkey.”
“That old Earth holiday?” Theo asked, laughing. “With the giant hats and disregard for gluttony?”
==Tag GM: Gobble gobble? Would it work?==
“Okay,” Sutcliffe started, “We’ve got a few problems here.”
“ ‘We’?”
“The engines are still not cooled down, Elliot.”
“I know that, Science Boy.”
“My name is Suttcliffe.”
“I know what your name is. You’re wasting my time.”
“It’s literally one less syllable. Plus, the Benamite crystals are about to fracture.”
“They’re not fractured yet, there’s no need to worry about it.”
“We’re way too close to the planet.”
“That’s the planet’s problem.”
“We don’t even have coordinates yet.”
“We’ll get coordinates when the Bridge gives us coordinates!!”
The two young men locked eyes, glaring at each other. Ian was able to maintain eye contact while his fingers still pressed buttons and danced over his console, while Theo’s hands were still, resting at the edges of his console as to not accidentally touch anything.
“I have an idea.” Ian said suddenly, breaking eye contact, and the moment. He looked down at his console and brought up a different window, one that looked like a maze puzzle. “Hey Jamie!” He yelled. “If we re-route the air flow and vent the excess heat from the engines inside the ship instead of into space, how cooked are we?”
A female Lieutenant came up to look at his console, her unhappy yet resigned expression telling Ian all he needed to know. “It could work,” she admitted. “But we’d be as ‘cooked’ as a Thanksgiving deep-fried turkey.”
“That old Earth holiday?” Theo asked, laughing. “With the giant hats and disregard for gluttony?”
==Tag GM: Gobble gobble? Would it work?==