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Post by Cate Baxter on Jun 11, 2014 12:43:06 GMT -5
"Like a kitten wrapped in fluff." Cate adds, pushing out of her chair with a groan. "I'll have us off this rock in no time." She starts limping her way to the cockpit, perhaps she should have brought her cane with her to the debriefing. "Careful with her Silas. Fancy types like her tend to be delicate."
Upon reaching the cockpit, she settled down in her seat. "...Won't be the same up here without Finch ridin' me about every little thing." She muttered to herself as she started prepping the ship for launch. "This is the Paragon, requestin' permission to depart offworld." She broadcast out to Ferrum's security.
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Post by Dominica Garza on Jun 11, 2014 12:51:23 GMT -5
Dom gave the newcomer a little smile and a nod and then followed Cate up the cockpit. She lifted Admiral Flipper out of his seat and set him gently down onto a less important spot on the control panel. She briefly considered tossing him to the back of the room but she didn't want to have that fight again. She double checked the ship's weapons and then strapped herself into the seat. Leaving planetary space was always the best chance for a pirate attack. Not that it was common, especially this close to Ferrum, but better safe than sorry. "Targetin is calibrated and guns are ready to go hot. Let's go make some money!"
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Post by Angélique Bellerose on Jun 11, 2014 17:32:30 GMT -5
Pausing for a moment before answering Silas, she couldn't help but smile in amusement. Delicate? Turning her attention back to Silas, she nodded to the overly instant woman. "I would be happy to be shown around. I studied the layout of this model of ship, but things can differ depending on modifications." Accepting in the most innocent way she could manage.
"I am sure that my learned skills won't be as much use when in flight in particular, but I am happy to take care of anything that needs doing during."
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Post by Glendan Finnigan on Jun 11, 2014 23:48:16 GMT -5
Finn picked up his tablet and filed out after the others, moving to the engine room. As he walked, he began tapping in commands, picked up by the wireless network. The machines of the engine began to power on and go through preliminary launch cycles, the routine work that he trusted the computer to handle.
When he arrived, he tossed the tablet carelessly onto a table, then sat down at his station, opening a link to the cockpit. "Core cycling a' normal, building t' 40% capacity. Engine's, power flow regular an' steady, ready t' engage. Standby for inertial dampener ignition in thirty seconds. Atmospheric recycling showing all green. The Paragon's ready for yer love, Cate."
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Post by Keani Evans-Pritchard on Jun 12, 2014 0:27:00 GMT -5
Keani made her way out of the briefing room after the others, taking a moment to stop at the comm panel and dim the lights before exiting. Slipping into the galley, she grabbed a chair, nestling it against the stove. Taking an apple from the stores, she planted herself on the chair, tapping the comm. "Ready to cast off down here. Give me two hours once we're out of atmo for dinner's ready."
Closing the comm, Keani leaned back on the chair, smiling to herself as she took a bite of the apple. "Ex astris fortuna."
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