Knight
Spaceman
Ok, so I got this off a little sooner than expected. I had it halfway done anyway, and just decided to finish it tonight. Here you go, right where Ch1 left off.
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Things to do....
Mulligan found the chip extremely easy to replace. The tech, who he found to be the chief tech, helped out alot, by finding him the right tools and knew right where all the parts where. He showed Knight, so now he could just go get his own parts when he needed them. He replaced the panel and strode down the short tube into the body of the craft. He then turned and hopped down the 4 steps to the deck. He turned and punched the recessed close button, and made sure the door closed sercurely before striding up the ramp to the lift.
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Fireball was standing on the bridge, discussing some matter or another with KnightWolf and the gunnery officer who went by Kalkrath. Knight strode up to the trio and said hello.
"Hey!"
"Well howdy Knight, get you ship fixed?"
"Yeah. Hi, I'm Colonel Jeremy Mulligan, but most call me Knight," Jeremy said, extending his hand towards KnightWolf and Kalkrath.
"Dmitri Klasenov. You can call me Kalkrath. Good to meet you. I run the big guns on this toy." Kalkrath said as he took Knight's extended hand.
KnightWolf was hesitant, as if he didn't know what to think of this guy, but went on with his greeting anyway,
"I'm KnightWolf. Welcome aboard. I'm CAG around here, but it seems that the cooks won't even listen to me." He said with a grin
Knight grinned back.
"Fireball, will you tell me how to get to my quarters? I'm going to do my reports in there, and then take a nap."
"Sure, let me get you set up." Fireball strode to his computer terminal near his chair. He entered his access codes, checking to make sure no one was looking over his shoulder, and waved for Mulligan to come closer. After he had his CI Number entered, and a password typed in, Fireball saved the information, and told him how to get to his room, and how to use the new style of locks.
"Thanks Capt'n."
"I've been instructed to treat you as my equal, even through the difference in rank, so if you need anything, I'm usually here, in my quarters, or on the deck. BTW, tell the lift to take you to the comms room, and get a PCU. I was going to get you one, and forgot to."
"Ok, I'll do that. I'm going to go get my reports done so I can sleep now. Nighty-Night."
Fireball chuckled as Knight walked to the lift, and walked back to fill KnightWolf and Kalkrath in with as much information as he could, without risking his neck. They'd know he was holding back, and they'd know why. Knight had a record, and it had gotten around somehow that he was coming aboard, with his own ship, built per Scorp's orders, from ideas in my head, Fireball thought. Oh well, we needed someone to do our long range scouting, and with that ship, Knight will be able to do it, and take out a fleet if the need arises, with those newly comissioned hellfire cannons. Those are some bad dudes, Fireball thought as he rejoined the conversation about, off all things, sports scores.
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"Communications." Knight told the lift's VOX reciever.
The lift took off, as fast as possible without making the riders sick, and he was at the comms deck in less than 10 seconds.
Knight stepped out, and looked around. There didn't seem to be anyone around. He walked further into the comms room, looking for the officer in charge, but no one was around. He heard the lift screeching to a stop again, and turned to see the comms chief step out.
"Hello. Need something?" The officer asked.
"Yeah, I'm supposed to come here and get setup with a PCU as per Fireball's orders."
"Ah, you're the new guy that scared the Hell out of me and the rest of the bridge crew. Nice trick, decloaking in front of the bridge like that."
"Yeah, I thought so." Jeremy said with a smirk.
"Well, step into my office, I need to get a finger print ID, because I got a memo from the RA that you're supposed to have one like he and Fireball have, with direct, encrypted channels to all the big shots. The finger print ID is to assure that noone else can use it, but since once a print is entered, they're pretty much junk to anyone else, be careful and don't lose it, these things get expensive. But they're handy as Hell."
Knight thought the guy talks too much, but he worked while he talked, and had the PCU ready to go, with his print ID entered, and showed him how to use it. The whole training course took all of 3 minutes.
"Thanks Chief."
"Anytime. Just make sure the next time you pull that little stunt on the bridge, I'm off duty, or I'll have your signal banned from the Nem's scanners," the old man chuckled.
"I'll just ask who I'm speaking to when I get clearence then," Knight replied as he stepped into the lift and turned around. The lift doors slid shut.
"Officer berths." Knight said.
The lift took off again, this time to the level with his quarters. It stopped and he stepped out, onto the officer's level. He strode past the rec room, wondering why the Alabama and the Eisen didn't have more than one rec room, and onto his assigned room. He pressed his finger to the scanner, and the door slid open.
He was taken aback by the size of the quarters, given the little amount of time he would be spending in them, and wondered if this is what he has, what the admiral's quarters looked like. He sat down at his desk, and fired up the built in computer, and opened the report program, and started typing his report.
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Well, what'da ya think? Am I any good, or should I find a better hobby?
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HTML Assistant: WC Space Command
Administrator: UBW 5th Fleet
Member of the LMG and hating it (Disgruntled Man)
Striking a man down with your blade is clean and honorable. Shooting him in the back from the darkness of an alley and hurrying to blame it on another was something else altogether.--Darth Vader
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Things to do....
Mulligan found the chip extremely easy to replace. The tech, who he found to be the chief tech, helped out alot, by finding him the right tools and knew right where all the parts where. He showed Knight, so now he could just go get his own parts when he needed them. He replaced the panel and strode down the short tube into the body of the craft. He then turned and hopped down the 4 steps to the deck. He turned and punched the recessed close button, and made sure the door closed sercurely before striding up the ramp to the lift.
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Fireball was standing on the bridge, discussing some matter or another with KnightWolf and the gunnery officer who went by Kalkrath. Knight strode up to the trio and said hello.
"Hey!"
"Well howdy Knight, get you ship fixed?"
"Yeah. Hi, I'm Colonel Jeremy Mulligan, but most call me Knight," Jeremy said, extending his hand towards KnightWolf and Kalkrath.
"Dmitri Klasenov. You can call me Kalkrath. Good to meet you. I run the big guns on this toy." Kalkrath said as he took Knight's extended hand.
KnightWolf was hesitant, as if he didn't know what to think of this guy, but went on with his greeting anyway,
"I'm KnightWolf. Welcome aboard. I'm CAG around here, but it seems that the cooks won't even listen to me." He said with a grin
Knight grinned back.
"Fireball, will you tell me how to get to my quarters? I'm going to do my reports in there, and then take a nap."
"Sure, let me get you set up." Fireball strode to his computer terminal near his chair. He entered his access codes, checking to make sure no one was looking over his shoulder, and waved for Mulligan to come closer. After he had his CI Number entered, and a password typed in, Fireball saved the information, and told him how to get to his room, and how to use the new style of locks.
"Thanks Capt'n."
"I've been instructed to treat you as my equal, even through the difference in rank, so if you need anything, I'm usually here, in my quarters, or on the deck. BTW, tell the lift to take you to the comms room, and get a PCU. I was going to get you one, and forgot to."
"Ok, I'll do that. I'm going to go get my reports done so I can sleep now. Nighty-Night."
Fireball chuckled as Knight walked to the lift, and walked back to fill KnightWolf and Kalkrath in with as much information as he could, without risking his neck. They'd know he was holding back, and they'd know why. Knight had a record, and it had gotten around somehow that he was coming aboard, with his own ship, built per Scorp's orders, from ideas in my head, Fireball thought. Oh well, we needed someone to do our long range scouting, and with that ship, Knight will be able to do it, and take out a fleet if the need arises, with those newly comissioned hellfire cannons. Those are some bad dudes, Fireball thought as he rejoined the conversation about, off all things, sports scores.
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"Communications." Knight told the lift's VOX reciever.
The lift took off, as fast as possible without making the riders sick, and he was at the comms deck in less than 10 seconds.
Knight stepped out, and looked around. There didn't seem to be anyone around. He walked further into the comms room, looking for the officer in charge, but no one was around. He heard the lift screeching to a stop again, and turned to see the comms chief step out.
"Hello. Need something?" The officer asked.
"Yeah, I'm supposed to come here and get setup with a PCU as per Fireball's orders."
"Ah, you're the new guy that scared the Hell out of me and the rest of the bridge crew. Nice trick, decloaking in front of the bridge like that."
"Yeah, I thought so." Jeremy said with a smirk.
"Well, step into my office, I need to get a finger print ID, because I got a memo from the RA that you're supposed to have one like he and Fireball have, with direct, encrypted channels to all the big shots. The finger print ID is to assure that noone else can use it, but since once a print is entered, they're pretty much junk to anyone else, be careful and don't lose it, these things get expensive. But they're handy as Hell."
Knight thought the guy talks too much, but he worked while he talked, and had the PCU ready to go, with his print ID entered, and showed him how to use it. The whole training course took all of 3 minutes.
"Thanks Chief."
"Anytime. Just make sure the next time you pull that little stunt on the bridge, I'm off duty, or I'll have your signal banned from the Nem's scanners," the old man chuckled.
"I'll just ask who I'm speaking to when I get clearence then," Knight replied as he stepped into the lift and turned around. The lift doors slid shut.
"Officer berths." Knight said.
The lift took off again, this time to the level with his quarters. It stopped and he stepped out, onto the officer's level. He strode past the rec room, wondering why the Alabama and the Eisen didn't have more than one rec room, and onto his assigned room. He pressed his finger to the scanner, and the door slid open.
He was taken aback by the size of the quarters, given the little amount of time he would be spending in them, and wondered if this is what he has, what the admiral's quarters looked like. He sat down at his desk, and fired up the built in computer, and opened the report program, and started typing his report.
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Well, what'da ya think? Am I any good, or should I find a better hobby?
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HTML Assistant: WC Space Command
Administrator: UBW 5th Fleet
Member of the LMG and hating it (Disgruntled Man)
Striking a man down with your blade is clean and honorable. Shooting him in the back from the darkness of an alley and hurrying to blame it on another was something else altogether.--Darth Vader
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