At 0800 hours, the crews are assembled at Launch Bay 34Delta. After a final pre-flight briefing on stellar conditions in the Dobhran Sector and a thorough run-through of the checklists, the Runabouts Cuyahoga and Kitchissippi are cleared for departure.

The tannoy announces, "All hands attention. Space Doors opening. Beware gravitational fluctuations. USS Cuyahoga and USS Kitchissippi cleared for Starbase 21 departure. Godspeed."

The Space Doors glide silently back and the dim flicker of the air barrier field is visible. The Runabouts glide towards the opening and pass through the air barrier. Once through, Starbase Control announces, "Cuyahoga and Kitchissippi, you are clear and free to navigate."

http://www.coldnorth.com/owen/...ce/federation/21.htm
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It had been a busy morning.  It wasn't as if Cassy had to pack but there had been much to prepare and she'd been 'overly' meticulous about each task.   It was therefore they she arrived 'on time' (that is to say exactly 15 minutes early) and boarded the USS Cuyahoga to give it one last 'once over' before the rest of the crew arrived.

That done and everything 'ready' in her mind, she settled in the flight officer's seat and began idly tinkering with the ergonomic configuration of her console while she waited for the others to arrive, greeting each in turn.

---

Then, with the shuttle cleared for departure, she walks her crew through the pre-launch and once ready, keys in their destination before looking to the others, "Everyone ready?"  She smiles as she gauges them in turn.  What were they feeling in that moment?

In reply to Cassiadora (msg # 2):

[OOC - Runabouts are true starships, not shuttles. They have their own NCC registrations and while they may be transported to remote locations by a Galaxy class starship, they are never assigned to one as small craft. This means that this is technically your first starship command.]

As Cassy inputs her console settings, Majel Barrett's voice says, "Settings accepted. Do you wish to specify these settings as default?" The icons on the console shift slightly to your preferred configuration and the chair adjusts to your form.

In reply to Cassiadora (msg # 2):

Little did she know, though, that her engineer had come and gone long before she conducted her inspection. When he ducked into the briefing at precisely 0800 (no need to look too eager), he had already spent the 0500 hour ensuring all engineering systems had been checked and double checked earlier in the morning.

---

At his engineering control station, Gian looked over his personal LCARS configuration (another thing he installed early this morning) with no small amount of satisfaction that carried over from his evening with Cynthia. It had been a good night, and he was expecting an enjoyable flight. At least the view was good in the cockpit, one Saurian notwithstanding...

In reply to Cassiadora (msg # 2):

Shione had transferred her gear earlier to the ship and had set up her station and interface to suit her
She awaits Lt Anderson's arrival outside the door and waves to Cassy and the Crew of the Cuyahoga  as they arrive.

When Mac arrives she greets him "Good morning Sir.How would you prefer to be addressed.?
Lt Anderson,or Sir or by your name?"

Tag Mac

In reply to Gian Seingalt (msg # 4):

[OOC we'll continue the date with Cynthia in the original thread in tandem to this thread]

Actually, the Saurian isn't in Gian's view, seated as he is in the Ops position beside Cassy. Rai is seated behind him and to his right, while Sosal is behind Cassy and to her right. Gian's view of the stars is completely uninterrupted, and only distorted by the ubiquitous warp streaks.

The flight will take 5 days, but stellar conditions are clear and you're light yhears awar from the Klingon border, so it should be smooth sailing.
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In reply to Relic GM (msg # 6):

[OOC: Well, I was thinking "the view" in general, not necessarily just from the Ops console. :) ]

"Five days essentially on autopilot," Gian muses. "Anybody hungry? I've been working on a twist to my Hollandaise sauce. Eggs Benedict sound good?"
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"Yes."  She replies to the console as the adjustments take effect even as she takes in the smugness from Gian behind her.  Well, he deserves to feel smug.  The ship... my ship...  she absently pats the arm rest of her chair, is flying well.  She smiles and makes a small adjustment to the ship's flight.

"No thank you, Lieutenant.  I've already had breakfast."

In reply to Shione (msg # 5):

"It's probably best to stick with Mac or Lt. Anderson. Most people from offworld can't quite stick the tonal gutturals of my clan name, and it's still a little bit of a hot topic since the Danteri occupied the planet for three hundred years without a single grozit'd one of them learning the language properly. And calling your superiors by honorifics? Yeah, that's you got them special treatment if they were captured," a momentary shudder passed through his shoulders before he resumed flight ops.

He took a moment to reset the auxiliary power flows to conserve energy. It wasn't something people from the Federation did by rote much, there was such an excess of power available in almost every single vessel in Starfleet that it was unnecessary, but Mac had grown up flying Xenexian light attack craft and if you didn't conserve energy in one of those when you could you might end up landing with a dead stick and your suit zipped up.

"Speaking of which, Vulcan and Betazoid? Your family dinners sound like they must have been interesting. Do you have a story about that, or am I committing an unforgivable breach of etiquette?"

"It's okay if I am," he said self-deprecatingly. "Half-savage from a barely civilized world in the dark end of nowhere and all that, everyone and their kinsmen seems to agree I've got a foot in it for one reason or another most of the time."

In reply to Relic GM (msg # 6):

Talja stands up, stretches and wanders over to speak to Argent. "Gut morgen Lieutenant. How are you doing this fine morning? I noticed you were a little ill-at-ease nast night at the O-Club."

In reply to Mac Anderson (msg # 9):

"Mac it is,but you might be surprised to know I do study cultures like yours as well as their languages
Benal Tonsaw tlgoS be'Hom,which means you fight like a girl in Klingon,or
She grins self deprecatingly :something like that.Spent a year and a half of my third tour working with a Klingon security officer.One of the few guys I could rarely beat in a fight"she grins at MacSo far anyway

She returns to her duties and then turns her chair when things are as she likes them
No family dinners.Never met my father although he did arrange for me to learn the Nerve pinch.
Naw no offense taken .Betazoid's are taught to be honest.

When you grow up in a telepathic culture there is little point in lying,speaking of which,May I Speak Freely Sir?"

He grinned.

"On my world, we had 300 years of lying. We lied to the Danteri, we lied to ourselves, we lied to each other - in case the other guy was a traitor. And of course lying is all about exiting fun stuff like honor duels - 'Of course I didn't say m'lady was a wallowing lirga with a less pleasant disposition, I have nothing but the utmost respect for m'lady and m'lady's clan'," he mocked. "The entire Danteri occupation was nothing but hundreds of years of lying to ourselves that we weren't beaten, until one day it came true."

"So... It depends. You going to try to bust my chops about something? If so, I'll pass. You want to tell me a dirty joke? Rant about a fellow crewmate? Talk me into drinks in your room? We'll consider... Well, probably not the last. Would make things complicated."

He paused a moment, before deflecting the conversation again.

"I've never served with any Klingons. Dated one a couple times, back in the Academy. Terrible idea of course, completely different expectations, lots of wrestling and biting. You'd think that would be more fun, but it's not."

His eyes twinkled.

"'Course I could be lying about that too. I've got a vivid imagination, Madam Telepath."

In reply to Mac Anderson (msg # 12):

"Naw if I'm gonna bust any chops it'll be in the sparring ring.

She pauses and give Mac a genuine grin I just think you bust your own chops a bit more than you deserve.
If you didn't have what it takes Starfleet wouldn't have given you a ship to command and a crew as INCREDIBLY FINE as this ship has"

And for the record I don't read minds without permission and never Starfleet personnel,
If I did I never would have survived 17 years in this man's navy!"

In reply to Gian Seingalt (msg # 7):

" None for me either, thank you," Rai replies to the offer." A bit heavy on the animal products. I'll have a fruit salad and non-dairy yogurt though, if the replicator is programmed for it."

In reply to Prashanthi Rai (msg # 14):

Gian resists the urge to roll his eyes. Vegetarians.

"I'll check when I'm back there; do you like any specific flavors in your yogurt, or do you just take it plain?" he asks as he turns to the Saurian. "What about you, Sosal? Feel like trying something new?"

Cassy makes another small adjustment, a probably unnecessary one but it gives her something to do while she's watching Gian speak to the others - and makes a mental note to Prashanthi.  She was clearly one of the quieter members of their crew and after last night's demonstration, one of the more... sensitive members.   "On second thought, Gian.  Could I have a Rooibos tea please.  With milk."  (Said rather gutturally, something like Roy-b-awe-s)

"Got it. Do you prefer it loose leaf in the cup, or no?" he calls out as he passes through the cabin threshold, giving the door an order to remain open.

In reply to Prashanthi Rai (msg # 14):

Sosal looks startled and says to Rai, "But there are no animal products in any of this. All replicated food is constructed of organic raw materials." To Gian, "250cc of mineral water, 4 degrees Celsius, please."

In reply to Relic GM (msg # 18):

 As soon as the Kitchissippi was well underway Shione turns her chair to be able to see the 2 Science Officers as well as Mac

"So tell me what do you Argent,Talja and Mac hope we get to do,or hope to discover during our time on the Sphere?
For my part I enjoy the unexplored wilderness.I quite often during my leave times from the 4 ships I've served on have had the chance to walk and climb through the more untamed areas of several world,but to find a completely unknown,to us anyway;terrain is very exciting for me"
She looks at the other three (while also paying attention to her own panel) a broad smile on her face."Don't everyone start at once" she cajoles in the face of silence to her question

Tag Argent,Mac and Talja

In reply to Relic GM (msg # 18):

Gian so very much wants to jump in on Sosal's answer, but he resists, reluctantly acknowledging the drink request. Stopping in front of the replicator, he inquires of the computer about the yogurt, and recites the others' orders.

Once those are delivered, he heads back to the storage locker and breaks out his portable cookstove, setting it up on one of the tables, and orders the necessary ingredients from the replicator.

He learned at the Academy that one could still cook real...ish meals, even just using a replicator. A raw egg was in its programming, as was all of the various spices he would need to make anything in his arsenal of recipes (which was considerable). It would be a waste of talent to just program the replicator with the finished meal -- there's no art in that, and no fun in living off a replimat.

So, he gets to work for the next hour, enjoying the process as much as he will enjoy the result...

OOC: Just testing the dice roller...
11:52, Today: Gian Seingalt rolled 11 using the Last Unicorn system with 3d6+3 (a dramatic success).  Art Exp (Cooking) AE (Testing the system).

In reply to Relic GM (msg # 18):

" That may be true, ensign," she says, launching into an explanation she's given innumerable times before. " That said, I choose to avoid eating meat and dairy all the same. It's my opinion that, if I would avoid an act in real life on moral principle, I ought to avoid it's simulated analog. It's for this same reason that I don't engage in violent holodeck programs, except for training purposes."

In reply to Prashanthi Rai (msg # 21):

Sosal is silent for a moment. "I'm afraid I do not understand. I must consider this further."

In reply to Relic GM (msg # 22):

"It means she doesn't like killing in any form, Sosal, humanoid or animal, even to eat," Gian calls out from the back.

Cassy is far from the gung-ho and can empathise with a portion of Rai's response though the young woman seems to have set herself with a rather non-standard world few when compared to many from Earth.  But then Cassy is not one to judge and so accepts her tea, appreciating the fine china cup, and thanking Gian.

While the Engineering is off cooking, she keeps an eye on the engineering systems and continues to make minor flight corrections while idly considering the various sensor reports.

In reply to Relic GM (msg # 22):

"But the organic raw materials have never been alive. They bare not even plant materials - they are completely synthetic. She seems to be saying that this matters not, that giving them the appearance of an egg is objectionable. Even if they are real, eggs which are eaten are not fertilised and thus no life is being taken. Is this a widespread Human custom?" Sosal looks completely nonplussed.

In reply to Ensign Sosal (msg # 25):

Sosal shrugs, a remarkably Human-like gesture, and bends to his console. After a moment's reflection, he begins tapping icons on the console and spends the next hour in rapt attention to the results, making quiet humming and chirping noises to himself. The readouts flash by at an amazing speed and his fingers blur on the console's icons.

The remainder of the flight continues pretty much in this vein, with everyone feeling each other out, discovering each others' quirks and foibles.

Meanwhile over on the Kitchissippi, things are much the same. Talja spends much of the time in quiet contemplation. She seems somewhat sad, and if pressed, admits that she misses her sister and wonders if she'll ever see her again. Mac and Shione continue their conversation and Argent is left pretty much to his own musings. Even after several years in Starfleet, he is still constantly bemused by Humans and their oddities. This extends to many other species who behave in many of the same ways. Commander M'Rel seemed to be very at ease with Humans and humanoids, though...

[OOC Edit - Oops, meant to say Talja. Greta is her missing sister.
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"I believe the expression is 'fit as a fiddle'," Argent replies to Talja, "though I don't quite understand the phrase. How can a fiddle be 'fit' if it never exercises? Or is it a reference to it 'fitting' into a carrying case?"


He'd arrived on time like the others... wondering not for the first time if they would have waited for him or not... and quickly settled in. Five days was going to be a long time... even for him studying the latest reports from Dyson.

Once the runabout had cleared space dock and was on its way, Shione turned to him and asked her question.

"My interest is always scientific, so I hope to make some new scientific breakthrough... at least for the Federation. For example, I believe we could construct a Dyson Sphere with the technology we currently have, but it would be such an incredible undertaking, require thousands of workers and probably a century or more to do so."

"The point of the sphere, supposedly, is to harness 100% of the star's energy. We not only do not need to do that, but we no longer call one planet home. We are out among the stars, across an entire quadrant of the galaxy. So what would be the point?"

"So I wonder what the reason is for the Builders to have done this. It seems highly unlikely that they could not have discovered star travel in the process of learning how to build the sphere, but if they didn't, why not?"

"As it is, I do not believe that the resources of a single entire star system would have been sufficient to construct the sphere... not unless they were able to alter matter at the molecular level."

"Your preference for wilderness exploration brings up an interest point. Did this terrain come from the worlds originally around this star? Did they, for example, lift an entire mountain range off of a world and transplant it here, before dismantling that world? Or is the terrain an artificial construction, much like we would make in an amusement park? For that matter, is some of the terrain from other worlds around other stars?"

"Are any of those true? Is there any way to tell?"

"To me, the sphere seems more and more like it was meant as some sort of zoo. I wonder, too, if this is how the Q Continuum started. Or maybe it was built by the Iconians."

He was unaware that he was talking too much. His head was always full of ideas, and sometimes they just spilled out without any control on his part.

In reply to Argent Merawdr (msg # 27):

Shione while keeping an eye on her station,listened with great interest to Argent's passionate explanation of his hopes for the Dyson mission.
The idea of borrowing terrain had not occurred to her,so she interjected at a moment when he stopped to draw breath

I like like the idea of transporting the terrain as a possible way to incorporate Flora and Fauna from another world.
 But from a purely efficient power usage perspective wouldn't have been easier to simply create what they desired from available matter that was already within the Sphere?"

OOC Not up on all relevant scientific terminology,so with regards to that I'll just wing it as Shione know more than I do;)

In reply to Argent Merawdr (msg # 27):

"Fit as a fiddle is an archaic expression. Fit also means 'appropriate for the task' and violins were obviously considered an appropriate instrument for certain music. but no, I meant 'ill at ease' as in 'socially uncomfortable'. At the party, I mean."

In reply to Shione (msg # 19):

Talja is silent for a few minutes, waiting for the others to precede her, as she is the junior officer present. "As an exobiology specialist, I am interested in meeting new alien species and figuring out what 'makes them tick' as they say in English." She brightens up somewhat, as if talking 'shop' seems to push away her underlying sadness.

"We've met so many new species, like H'Ranna, who are very much like the Sasquatch or Yeti of legend, with a culture much like the North American First Nations. Or Gurrrps, who you met last night. He is a true biological mystery and he doesn't give clear readings on a tricorder. I would love to know how he 'sees' without eyes... Commander M'Rel and the crew of the Thames met him at a curious station in the midst of an arctic waste. One of our first assignments, along with the Cuyahoga, will be to explore another, similar station in an ocean near (as distances go in the Sphere) Outpost Three. Then there are the Pongo, a simian semi-humanoid species who live in an arid zone. We have a Duck Blind surveilling them."

In reply to Relic GM (msg # 26):

[Sorry folks, I was away from the computer all day...]
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"Ah, yes... ill at ease, yes, that is the expression," Argent replies to Talja. "Science is a party for me. I do not see how a party is different than normal interaction with people, which I do every day."

"I understand that a party is supposed to be different than that, but I don't understand how. So I was observing to see if I could find an insight."

"Do any of these species have a history of where they came from?"

In reply to Prashanthi Rai (msg # 21):

After a few hour of research, Sosal turns back to Rai. "Ah. I believe I now understand your position. After perusing Human customs, I believe you to be proceeding from a moral and ethical basis, perhaps even religious; rather than one of mundane logic. While I do not quite grasp the precepts of this philosophy, I respect it and will trouble you no further."

Raising his eyebrows at the high philosophies of science and inwardly shaking his head, Anderson decided on the better part of valor and started running warp bubble simulations on his console.

This is going to be a long trip.

In reply to Mac Anderson (msg # 34):

Talja looks over at Mac's back, hesitates a second, then inquires, "Lieutenant Anderson, what brings you to Starfleet? I've only ever heard of one Xenexian in the fleet, on the Excalibur. A Captain... Calhoun, I think. Your names are so close to some on Earth, from northern Europe."

The hirsute lieutenant's fingers paused painfully over the control board as he gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and counted slowly back from ten.

"Ensign, don't you have something better to do besides small talk?" he warned.

In reply to Ensign Sosal (msg # 33):

" It's honestly no trouble, Ensign," Rai tells Sosal, smiling bemusedly, " I'm quite comfortable talking about this. My choice to avoid certain foods, even in their simulated forms, is something that I have elected to sacrifice as an extension of a principle. I do not eat replicated meat for the same reason I will not commit simulated murder on the holodeck; I find the acts morally objectionable, and to engage in them would minimize their real-life equivalents."

In reply to Mac Anderson (msg # 36):

At Mac's tone, Talja reflexively braces to attention for a brief second, then replies, "Yes sir," and goes back to her console, chastened.

In reply to Mac Anderson (msg # 34):

After five days of an uneventful voyage, the Ruanbouts arrive at the coordinates of the Dyson Sphere.


When Mac and Cassy open a hailing frequency, Dyson Base responds, "Welcome, USS Cuyahoga and USS Kitchissippi. Please proceed to coordinates 2384 by 9712 mark 20 and await instructions."

"Thank you, Dyson Base.  We'll be there shortly."   Keying the coordinates takes only moments before she sets the Cuyahoga's course and the ship begins turning.   Looking then to the others, "Might as well take some readings while we're outside...."   Why not.

"It doesn't look so massive from this far out, does it?" Gian muses.

In reply to Gian Seingalt (msg # 42):

And it rapidly gets bigger. Eventually, it bots out all sight of the stars, and you still haven't approached close enough to even see any texture to the featureless grey surface.

In reply to Relic GM (msg # 40):

"Confirmed, Dyson."

Mac pulled the Kitchissippi in at the lowest speed the regs specified, along an approach path at the edge of their window.

"Everyone aboard get a good look now, I can't promise you we'll be let out to gawk for a while."

In reply to Mac Anderson (msg # 44):

"You folks getting a good eyeful out there?" The words from Dyson Base Flight Ops are a woeful understatement. Up close, the Sphere is mind boggling. Many identical panels make up its surface, dotted with structures of unknown purpose.


Up ahead is a large round depression, which turns out to be a portal with a set of 2000 metre wide octagonal doors.


"Maintain station at Z plus 10,000 metres until the blue tractor beams finish their scans."


The doors slide ponderously open and a dazzling array of bright blue beams begin a complicated dance.

[OOC I love it when there are ready-made images to outline what I'm trying to describe. :)]
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"Hey, it would be a shame not to check it out, right?" Mac said, talking to Dyson Ops. He wasn't about to be made to feel bad about this...

In reply to Mac Anderson (msg # 46):

Dyson Ops replies, "Commander Samson says take your time. You only get one first look, so make it a good one." The Ops officer laughs good naturedly. "As soon as the tractor beams finish their scans pattern, you're good to go. If you want to sight-see outside first, just let us know when you want to enter."
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"So they haven't figure out how to deactivate the tractors yet," Argent comments. "That is good to know."

"I wonder of anyone has landed on the exterior surface and examined any of those structures. There might be access hatches to the interior of the shell."

"For that matter, there could be any number of other ships examining the shell at other places, and we would never see them."

In reply to Argent Merawdr (msg # 48):

Shione tried to not look wide eyes at the immensity of what they were here to explore,but failed and chose to live with any jibes for her openly awestruck reaction

"Damn,That's a whole new definition of Huge!
I wonder if a scan would tell us if any other ships are scanning outside Argent?
Any idea of how thick the sphere's surface is?"

In reply to Shione (msg # 49):

Talja pipes up, "The shell is a foamed carbon-neutronium composite with many subsurface voids and equipment presumed to contain circulation equipment for the Class-M environmental systems as well as artificial gravity and power generators and is an average of 2500 metres thick. Currently, the starship Bras D'or is on a mapping mission to chart the exterior of the Sphere."
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In reply to Ensign Talja Groen (msg # 50):

"Is the surface uniformly the same Talja or are there some interesting anomolies that we could look at,assuming we have Mac's permission to do so?"

Mac nodded.

"Well I guess if we've got permission I think we'll go on a short field trip to see if our cone is secured proper. We'll try to keep things tight and the flat hatting to a minimum. Kitchissippi out." He tapped the communications off and rotated his seat to face the others.

"You heard him, we've got a castle pass for our approach. Everyone take a moment to highlight a few points of interest and forward it to my console. I'll knock out a flight path to move us into range for as many as I think we can get away with."

"Ensign Gröen, you're up on point for sensors. Pick your backup. Whoever's left, take Tactical and look out for ghosts. Ghosts: They're invisible right now but scary if agitated. We don't know if we're going to run into ghosts, but Dyson is a giant question mark and I don't think any of us want any surprises just because we weren't careful enough with the gigantic, mostly unknown alien artifact. In fact, we'll perform this little hop running with the shield board hot and the phasers yellow - just like we might if we were approaching a minefield and not an archeology site, okay?"

"This is for fun, but it's also another shakedown. As far as I know the exterior of Dyson isn't inhabited, but let's not forget the Jenolan - Dyson is unstable, unknown, and known to be deadly."

He rotated his seat forward again and tabbed the communications back on.

"Dyson, you want to hand us a red list for flight paths out here? I don't want to hatch any surprises just because I'm sticking our heads in pots looking for pie. If there's anywhere the Dyson builders left something nasty out here, I don't want to trip over it."

In reply to Mac Anderson (msg # 52):

Shione speaks up
"I'll take Tactical,but Ghosts.Lt?That a synonym for something?"

In reply to Mac Anderson (msg # 52):

Dyson Ops replies, "We'd appreciate if you'd stay clear of the other nine entrance portals for now. Coordinates follow. Maintain 10,000 metres clearance. They all look the same anyway... The USS Bras D'or's survey location's coordinates follow if you want to take a look."

"Euphemism. We're in someone else's house, poking our noses into things we don't quite understand. I don't want an unpleasant end to surprise us at the very beginning of our mission. So as of now we're on point, even though this is isn't on our official assignments. Assume the castle is haunted, be prepared for anything. No surprises."

He tabbed communications.

"Roger that Dyson. No sightseeing the backdoors, ten klicks minimum altitude." He relayed the Bras D'or's survey data through the communication link to everyone else's panels.

Mac turned to look at their Ensign. Part of the whole process for Ensigns was educational... to prepare them for the considerations of being an officer. Mac didn't consider himself much of an officer by inclination, but he took the idea of mentoring junior officers seriously.

"Gröen, is it okay if JG Kurasa takes Tactical since she has a preference? Tell me if you've got any special considerations for collecting your data and I'll try to make them happen. As soon as we get underway for this, you're our specialist-in-charge. I'll only overrule you if I think we're in danger, so be careful and thorough, okay?"

"How are you doing Argent? Sorry we're not allowed to look for those surface entrances you mentioned. The point about the other ships doesn't make me less itchy, so along with everything else we're about to do let's see if we can't stretch the envelope and see if we can't specifically look for other ships that might be in the area - this thing has been around for a long time as a navigational hazard. Maybe we'll luck out and find another Jenolan."

"Let's get that flight path ready," he ordered before standing up and heading towards the replicator. "I'm going to go grab a sandwich before I take us in."

A couple days of travel wasn't nearly enough to reassure him of the Kitchissippi's mission readiness, so he was glad that they had an opportunity to do some real work "for fun" before they were tasked to do it as part of their official duties.

In reply to Mac Anderson (msg # 55):

Dyson Ops clarifies, "Negative that 10k minimum altitude, Kitchissippi. You may NOE, or should that be NOS as we're nowhere near Earth." He chuckles at his own attempt at humour. "Simply maintain 10 klicks distance from the portals."
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On the Cuyahoga, Seingalt leans over to the flight officer. "What do you want to do, Lieutenant? Wait, explore, or head inside?"

She looks to the other three and with no suggestions on their part nods, "Let's get inside.   Our mission is in there and it looks like Kitchissippi is going to have a poke around out here anyway.  I don't don't know about you," said in plural, "But I'm very keen to find out what our orders are!"   And assuming no immediate disagreement, she'll edges the Cuyahoga forward into position to be scanned and, once done, through the portal....

In reply to Cassiadora (msg # 58):

OOC It is not fair to us to have the Kitchissippi go off and leave the Cuyahoga crew waiting.
We should stay together and not leave other players waiting for us,

It is a group game
Let's go in and continue

I was wrong to want to look outside,especially as that is not where the adventure is

Just my opinion,but we need to be responsible to what is best for us all

In reply to Shione (msg # 59):

[OOC] Well, I'm going to split the threads until you all meet up again. When next the two ships go out together I'll try something different - a dedicated thread for each thread with a third thread for intership actions.]