Finally off the Proxima

Posted on Wed Feb 20th, 2019 @ 3:49am by Lieutenant Quint

722 words; about a 4 minute read

Mission: Acts of Contrition
Location: Star Ship Endeavor

ON

The Proxima had been a find ride in a certain way; he could actually relax and hone a few skills in the simulations but having a Helmsman sit and watch someone else fly is .. unnerving. Not that he was allowed on the Bridge all that much; but then he was in transit and not having a ship of his own would ; in theory he supposed, make him appreciate his new Command all the more.

The 'Steamer Trunk' that was a bulk of his transfer items would be transported to his quarters, the Duffel Bag he used is a widely accepted icon of a pilot, not one ot those rolling suitcases of airline pilots. Nope, Quint was a real pilot; earned wigs across several class of vessels so he could wear the Bomber style jacket; the Aviator shades were in place and he had on the cargo pants and light shirt to complete the look.

He did not enjoy cigars so that part of the Cool has been set aside, he was concentrating on the type of pilot in transfer. With the Padd in hand he stopped at the Docking port and gave his orders.

After the Security men giving him the once over the question came to mind. "You guys never seen a Pilot before?" He shrugged. "You know Helm is underrated; you would not get far without us you know?"

They did not seem to want to debate the point with him much.

Going on board he followed the computer promps; though he knew the lay out as in an alert he will need to know the shortest route to the Helm of course. His Cabin door opened and he passed a hand over the manual pad plate to activate the lighting. It was the same generic room he ha seen many times before; the slight change of dimensions from class to class the only real variable to consider. He put the bag in a chair as he walk about; surveying the room and getting an idea where to hang his pictures and put out the memories of his past?

The Intrepid Class has a fine history; she is a nimble ship and he would be taking her to fly between the stars; moving along the Solar Winds and getting to see the Galaxy. He had checked the schedule; Gamma Shift would not have a crew working the bridge in the repairs, the smaller shift crew had focus on Engineering. This gave him the few hours he could rest before heading to the Bridge.

Donning the uniform he slipped his shades into place; no one would be expecting him to actually fly the ship but he could check out the Helm Console.

[Bridge Gamma Shift]

The Bridge was quiet; as it should be at this hour, when Quint entered the main lighting sensed him and illuminated accordingly. Moving pas the Command Chair and directly he took the chair. The shades came off and were neatly folded and placed within the inner pocket of his jacket. with the feather like touch he brushed his fingers along the cool surface of teh Helm Console; taking in the slight imperfections of the surface as nothing is perfectly planed to specs. Without activating the console he wanted to get a genuine 'feel' for the console and then once he had that partly in muscle memory the console was active; placing it is 'Set-up' mode; where the touch strength and personalized displays could be adjusted over the default. Only a real master would know the subtle changes; a couple of millimeters to better match his finger reach would hardly be noticed but to Quint it was like having the fine touch of the Lady known as USS Endeavor.

he First thing after adjustments was to place the system on 'Simulate' so to get a really confidant muscle memory program for the Flight Controls. While they are standardized enough for him to know them already but still each ship took the impulses differently. His simulation would show him the actual Piloting lag between pushing a control and the reaction of the ship, all the information he needed aside from actual movement and gravity on the bridge during flight.

He dedicated half of Beta Shift to this study of the New Lady.

OFF

Lt. Quint
Chief Helmsman

 

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