[023-1104] Tarsus B584620-A Ag Ni
Aelasaid sat at the pilot's console in her CMM-issue jumpsuit. Underneath she had a body pressure sleeve on as well as the gloves and emergency hood close at hand. She liked the rather muted tones of the blue in the uniform, it helped to accentuate her pale skin and brighter hair - which gave her the required splash of color without being to ostentatious.
She'd worked hard the rest of the week to keep both crew and passenger morale up. Thankfully, the ambassador had survived, which made her job easier. But, the incident had put the crew on edge, even if they'd performed well. As such, Aelasaid made sure to keep spirits high. Even when studying for her own officer exams and continuing education, Ally made sure that she both presented a calm public demeanor and still made most things seem routine.
As per tradition, she'd dimmed the lights for the j-Space transition, and kept the ship's viewport shields up to guard against the blinding transition flash when they arrived back into n-Space. She knew that the collapsing hydrogen bubble around the ship could cause permanent damage to the retina - and blindness was something they wanted to avoid. For crew and passengers alike. She sat in the darkened alcove that was the bridge waiting, letting the screen displays play different patterns across her face as the incoming data streams scrolled along. The waiting for the transition was always the nervous part. Only once the (literal) bubble burst did the sensor data flow freely and the collective breath of the universe creep back into the soul. Up until they'd arrived there was always the chance that well... they'd never arrive.
The theory was that the transition itself should be anti-climactic; otherwise there was a misjump involved, most likely. The latter was not good for business. So, Ally kept her hands steady and monitored the bridge stations until the Loire Valley was through the transition. She needed to be on station anyways to get bearings and start the four-hour descent into Tarsus.
Past the flash of light, the bridge was illuminated once more and pings as various automated task began to trigger. Signal acquisitions from local buoys and relays started to arrive. And telemetry information to and from the Loire Valley began to churn. "Tarsus Port Authority," her light dulcet voice chimed in, steady as she opened a channel, "this is CMM Loire Valley on approach vector..." and she easily rattled off the route information as she read the tactical display output. Her fingers worked the controls as she scanned the sensors for any anomalies in on the route and for other traffic around the jump point. "Requesting permission to dock. Please advise." she intoned easily, going through the mental checklist in her mind for the commercial landing procedures.
Everything seemed routine enough. But, Aelasaid double checked the numbers. And opened the viewport shields on the bridge to make sure. With the HUD tactical overlays on the screen glass, she verified target vectors and ensure that the local space was clear. Ally was plenty mindful of what Rafael had warned her about. As pilot and captain, it was her primary responsibility to ensure the physical safety of the Loire Valley and its crew, passengers and cargo. This is where she earned her pay...