Re: 4: Next Stop--Torpol
In reply to Theodore McFarlane (msg # 150):
[Crew Lounge, aboard the Vultan. Docked at Torpol Highport.]
"Mushrooms! We agreed to--oh, never mind..." Varca sighs, heavily.
"Of course, my Baron, I'd be pleased to continue with Commander Reldam's tour of the ship." Varca says, after a momentary pause, "And we can also show him the...toys...which you have brought along..."
That last bit might sound as if it were said through grinding teeth, but as Varca is wearing a respirator mask that covers his lower face, that cannot be confirmed...
"So. Commander Reldam." Varca starts, gesturing around their current environs, "As I told you upon your arrival, there are only the two Decks--Upper and Lower. The Upper Deck, here, is almost exclusively for the housing and recreation of the crew--with the exception of the Command Bridge, which is located forward."
"Where we are, here, is the aft-most chamber, which is designated as the Crew Salon. Please note that the large, stern-facing viewport which dominates the aft wall of the compartment is actually a super-high definition holographic screen, which we have restored to it's original quality. It can produce incredibly realistic images..."
Varca brings up his left arm and types a few commands into the small keypad located on his suits forearm--and the image of a viewport looking out into the space overlooking planet Torpol, changes to that of what seems to be a porch, leading out onto a sunny, white-sand beach, with feathery leaf-topped trees, and lovely blue-green waves crashing on the shore in the distance...an image that Reldam can easily recognize as coming from an advertisement for one of the many tropical island resorts found on Torpol, below.
"Here, in this spacious Salon, we gather to relax and eat our meals--you can see, over there, in a nook to Portside, our very compact, very efficient automated Galley. Just beyond that hatch, in a small compartment to port, is food storage, as well as accessory galley equipment, for when we host formal dinners."
"Opposite the galley, in this nook to starboard, is a small, but very advanced Med-station. During combat, or any other times of crisis, this entire salon can be converted into an Emergency Medical Aid station, by way of that med-station, on the wall, along with further medical supplies held in the small compartment, beyond. Some housekeeping supplies are kept there, as well."
Varca gestures upwards, towards a crystal chandelier that is hovering abouve the large, circular table in the middle of the salon--it has no visible means of support.
"We recovered and restored this fantastic chandelier from what appeared to be a country estate home, a hundred kilometers outside the devastation zone of one of Old Drinax's major metropolises. Beyond its historical value, simply due to its age, the crystals, themselves, were something of a rarity on Old Drinax, being similar to a crystal that the Imperials call Amber. Of course, we had to replace the original contra-grav unit, but I don't believe that that distracts from it's beauty--or it's value--do you?"
Varca, who was already standing, starts to walk around the large table under the hovering chandelier,
"My Baron, Commander Reldam, Everyone...this way, please."
Varca actually only walks a handful of meters forward, leaving the salon and entering a 3-meter wide companionway, before stopping and gesturing,
"This area is what is called the Central Promenade." Varca says, "Quarters for the Officers and Crew are located here, to port and starboard."
The Central Promenade, like the Crew Salon, aft, is floored in a luxurious, cream-colored frieze-pile carpeting, with the overhead painted to match. The walls of the promenade are panels of dark, deeply-grained wooden wainscoting, rising up to about 1.5 meters, abouve which is a fabric wall treatment in what appears to be scarlet velour. Light in the promenade is provided by several wall sconces made of gold and frosted glass, and the five doors on the portside wall, plus the four doors on the starboard-side wall, are each paneled in a lighter wood than that of the wainscoting on the wall.
Scattered artfully around the fringes of the space are a number of wood and brass (or, maybe more gold?) planters, located both on the floor as well as hanging upon the walls--but only about half of them hold a small variety of flowering and/or berry-laden plants and vines. On the floor, approximately in the very middle of the promenade, four such floor planter boxes have been placed around a floor hatch, to aid in avoiding it being tripped over.
"We are hoping that we might find a few tropical plants to add to our décor, while we are here on Torpol." Varca points out, as he continues forward.
After running a length of about 13.5 meters, the Central Promenade opens into a square chamber of 4.5 meters by 4.5 meters, where the light, tinkling sound of falling water can be heard. The décor of floors and walls in this chamber are identical to that of the Central Promenade, however, a tube-shaped trellis, rising from floor to ceiling, is at the center of this chamber. Flowering vines possessing clumps of small, bright-red berries rise up from planter boxes on the floor to drape over the bars of the trellis.
Two small alcoves--one portside-aft and the other starboard-aft--lead off the chamber and provide access to the two inter-deck lifts. A pair of hatches--again, one to port and one to starboard--are forward of these alcoves, opposite each other. These hatches are not paneled in wood, but are, instead, metal painted in scarlet with gold trim work. In the center of the forward wall is a heavy iris-valve door, a full 1.5 meters wide, painted a medium grey, over which the ship's logo has been painted--an idealized image in scarlet and gold of a now-extinct Drinaxi Vultan bird-of-prey, it's wings spread wide, standing upon the word "Vultan".
"This is the Forward Promenade. From here, we can access the Command Bridge--beyond that blast door, there--or go down to the Lower Deck."
Varca stops and turns toward Theo, but gestures towards the bridge entry,
"My Baron?" Varca asks, raising his eyebrows and giving a quick nod towards Reldam, "Access is by your command, only..."