Posted by Lieutenant Pawl Batario (Chief Engineer) in Main Sim: Shuttle Bay

Posted by Gamemaster Nosferatu (GM) in Main Sim: Shuttle Bay

Posted by Lieutenant T’Sol (Second Officer / Chief Science Officer) in Main Sim: Shuttle Bay
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Will ran his hand over the front nose of the shuttle, admiring the sharp lines that silhouetted its shape. He always thought the concept of a shuttlecraft was underrated. Yes, transporters could get you to A to B in instant moments, but they always had their moments when they misbehaved. And then there was the idea of sallying forward in something that was completely, well almost completely, defenceless, just like a loan messenger on a horse in times of old. In his mind, the shuttle was an instrument of diplomacy, getting to places were larger capital ships could not.

The doors leading to the shuttle bay opened, and a couple of the crew who were joining him on the mission walked in. Patting the shuttle one last time, he turned around to those who were mustering around him.

OOC: Anyone want to come along? :-)

Cmdr William Archer
First Officer

John smiled at him “well sir I will be the one flying this bird” he said i’m boarding the shuttle and starting pre-flight checks.

Lt. John Forster (CWO)

T’Sol had just came in from Sickbay from what she was doing with her scans. “Apologies for my tardiness, Commander. I was still in Sickbay, finishing my scans and everything else sir. I wasn’t aware that I was assigned to this mission sir.” She apologized and explained her reasoning of being tardy.

Lieutenant T’Sol
Chief Science Officer/Second Officer
USS Chernov

As Lieutenant Forster initiated the shuttle’s pre-flight sequence, the craft’s computers began cycling through a complete diagnostic of every major system.

Across the cockpit displays, status indicators steadily changed from amber to green as each subsystem completed its self-test.

Primary fusion reactor: Online.
Impulse propulsion: Nominal.
Reaction control thrusters: Responding within tolerance.
Inertial dampening field: Calibrated.
Structural integrity field: Stable.
Deflector systems: Operational.
Navigation computer: Synchronized with USS Chernov.
Internal sensors: Fully functional.
Communications: Secure channels established with the shuttle bay and the bridge.
Transporter systems: Standing by.
Life support: Operating at 100%.

A final series of automated diagnostics verified flight controls, environmental systems, and emergency backups before the computer displayed the results.

PREFLIGHT DIAGNOSTICS COMPLETE
ALL SYSTEMS NOMINAL
SHUTTLE STATUS: FLIGHT READY

Nearby deck crew disconnected the remaining service umbilicals and rolled support equipment clear of the shuttle. From the flight control station overlooking the bay, a technician glanced over the completed diagnostic package before keying the intercom.

“Pre-flight diagnostics have completed successfully. All shuttle systems are operating within normal parameters. The craft is ready for departure pending launch authorization.”

The shuttle now sat alone on the deck, powered, sealed, and awaiting the crew’s final preparations before launch.

Nosferatu
Your Darkest Nightmare

John was in the pilot set checking a few more systems “ ok we are about ready to go did everyone remember to use the restroom before we leave” he joke to lighten the mood

Lt. John Forster (CWO)

“Restroom? It is illogical. If it is a joke, it is also illogical.” T’Sol replied back completely unsure how to respond to what John had said. “Vulcans don’t understand jokes. To us a joke is illogical. I do apologize if I do not seem understandable when it comes to human behavior.” She added.

Lieutenant T’Sol
Chief Science Officer/Second Officer
USS Chernov

Will smiled as he settled in to the navigation position next to Forster. “Unfortunately for us who aren’t able to control our emotions as well as Vulcans can, we sometimes need a bit of humour to break the tension and allow us to focus on the detail of what we’re doing.” he said, matter of factly. “In short, humour makes humans work better.”

“This is Shuttle Hubble to Shuttlebay, we’re ready to slip,” he said, referencing an old nautical term. As few moments later, the Shuttlebay doors started to open, revealing the deep black of space.

“Lieutenant Forster,” Will started, with a slight gleam in his eye, “take her out.”

Cmdr William Archer
First Officer

She looked Commander Archer. “Yes sir. I understand. Sorry if I end up looking confused with the humour that you humans give.” She replied.

Lieutenant T’Sol
Chief Science Officer/Second Officer
USS Chernov

The massive shuttlebay doors continued to part until they revealed the endless darkness beyond, broken only by the pale glow of distant stars and the silent, impossible silhouette of the derelict hanging against the void.

The Hubble‘s engines transitioned from standby to flight power with a deep, steady hum that resonated through the deck. Blue-white impulse exhaust shimmered beneath the aft nacelles as the shuttle’s inertial systems synchronized with the craft’s flight computer.

Above the bay, illuminated guidance strips shifted from amber to green.

LAUNCH CORRIDOR CLEAR

EXTERNAL TRAFFIC: NONE

DEPARTURE WINDOW: OPEN

The magnetic launch clamps released with a sharp metallic clunk felt more than heard through the hull.

Outside, the forcefield sealing the bay rippled with faint blue energy, holding the atmosphere in place while presenting no obstacle to the departing shuttle.

As Lieutenant Forster advanced the controls, the Hubble lifted smoothly from the deck. The reaction-control thrusters made minute corrections, holding the shuttle perfectly level before it glided forward. Moments later it passed effortlessly through the shimmering forcefield and emerged into open space.

Immediately, the navigation display populated with the route compiled from the mysterious transmission.

A lattice of luminous blue markers stretched ahead through the debris field, each waypoint suspended in three-dimensional space like a trail of beacons. Rather than a straight line, the course curved gently between drifting fragments of ancient hull plating and slowly tumbling structural girders, avoiding pockets of unstable gravimetric distortion and regions where the derelict’s phase fluctuations remained strongest.

The shuttle’s computer acknowledged the uploaded flight plan.

GUIDANCE ROUTE ACCEPTED

PROJECTED TRANSIT TIME: 6 MINUTES 18 SECONDS

COURSE DEVIATION TOLERANCE: ±0.3 METERS

Long-range sensors continued to monitor the immense vessel ahead.

The derelict remained externally powerless, yet the faint blue-white glow outlining the recessed docking aperture pulsed at steady intervals—almost as if acknowledging the shuttle’s approach. Each pulse coincided precisely with the next waypoint illuminating on the Hubble’s navigational display, quietly guiding the away team deeper into the unknown.

For the moment, every scan indicated the same conclusion. There were no weapons signatures or active defensive systems.

Only the silent invitation waiting at the end of the path

Nosferatu
Your Darkest Nightmare

OCC: Do you wish me part of this thread?”

[[Lt ]] [[Pawl Batario]]
[[Chief_Engineer]] [[Uss_Chernov]]

OOC: I’m a bit of a stickler when it comes to timelines. I see this happening in parallel to the sickbay and bridge threads, so I don’t think it makes sense for you to be part of this thread.

IC: Archer looked up from his console, having studied the readings again. “So far, so good,” he commented to no-one in particular. He looked at the console to see how long it would take for them to arrive at the derelict, and to see if there were any signs of life support onboard it.

Cmdr William Archer
First Officer