Re: Bridge
"Optimal velocity reached sir!"
Captain Dorn couldn't help but smile. They were on their way, finally, destination unknown. Whatever awaited the CS-8 Marco Polo in the Keppler-Waldorf 118 system he had no idea, but he was confident his crew would be able to handle it all. They were the best, most of them handpicked by the Captain himself and Major Ascott. Now, with all the military crew awake, the ship should soon be running smoothly, and with any luck, in a couple of days they would be able to start waking up civilians.
"Excellent work ensign Smalls, keep an eye on those engines."
What a fine crew it was. They were young, most of them hardly in their twenties, but they had all been top of their class, and most of them knew the workings of the ship better than he did himself. It was a lot different from a submarine, and yet, it felt strangely the same. A confined metal tube, only this one was designed to not feel confined, and she was nearly 1.7 kilometers long. His old sub could easily fit in here ten times over.
He looked at the different stations again, making sure everyone was in place. Everyone that belonged on the bridge, and that man Germaine.
He was an excellent hacker and computer technician, no doubt, but he looked out of place. Lacked something, discipline maybe? Resolve perhaps? It was of little concern, the man did his job, and the fact that he took up a seat at weaponry was no problem. The two ensigns next to him could easily handle those tasks if needed. Blake Germaine had enough to work on as it was, or so it seemed. Maybe Dorn should just poke him up a little.
"Mr. Germaine, an update please on the status of our AI. Is he reliable yet? Any news?"