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Post Sun May 21, 2017 11:48 pm

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[NOTE: Lightspeed you kind-of jumped the gun a bit. I'm going to have to ignore that for my start.]

Tereshkova did not have a large crew; only ten members in all. Skeleton crews were standard for these journeys, where travel times were long and supplies highly limited. Transistor, the ship's Artificial Intelligence, watched the ship with a silent eye as it had done for years. Monitoring vitals, keeping the ship running properly. It--or she, if you went by Transistor's personality and tone of voice--woke the ship systems up one by one as they neared their destination. There were faults--there were always faults--but nothing serious. Tereshkova inserted itself in high Saturn orbit, in an inclination and orbital radius that made every body easily reachable. There was a momentary power failure as the engines disengaged; hardly a millisecond, a hiccup as the fusion core lowered its output appropriately. Transistor recorded a few additional system faults as a result of the the failure; two of them would require manual resets that it couldn't do itself, but the rest were minor and easily corrected.

With everything accounted for, Transistor initiated the cryo-thawing process for every crew-member.

Doctor Stein would thaw first in the event that any of the other crew-members faced complications; the rest would thaw shortly after. There rarely were; cryo chambers are regularly the safest part of any ship, often doubling as escape pods when a ship is destroyed or otherwise crippled. Still, it wasn't always pleasant for everyone. It was preferable to have someone on hand in the rare event of complications.

"Good morning, Doctor Stein," Transistor said in its cool, collected voice as the chamber doors opened. Every chamber was inclined; there would be no stumbling out or falling on the floor, unless the person inside was impatient and/or an idiot. "It has been three thousand, five hundred and twenty five hours since your last thawing." Transistor paused. "The other crew members will be thawing shortly. Everyone is alive and I do not foresee any complications." Transistor went silent. After a minute, it spoke up again.

"I'm sorry, Doctor."
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Professor Fenway wrote:[NOTE: Lightspeed you kind-of jumped the gun a bit. I'm going to have to ignore that for my start.]

Tereshkova did not have a large crew; only ten members in all. Skeleton crews were standard for these journeys, where travel times were long and supplies highly limited. Transistor, the ship's Artificial Intelligence, watched the ship with a silent eye as it had done for years. Monitoring vitals, keeping the ship running properly. It--or she, if you went by Transistor's personality and tone of voice--woke the ship systems up one by one as they neared their destination. There were faults--there were always faults--but nothing serious. Tereshkova inserted itself in high Saturn orbit, in an inclination and orbital radius that made every body easily reachable. There was a momentary power failure as the engines disengaged; hardly a millisecond, a hiccup as the fusion core lowered its output appropriately. Transistor recorded a few additional system faults as a result of the the failure; two of them would require manual resets that it couldn't do itself, but the rest were minor and easily corrected.

With everything accounted for, Transistor initiated the cryo-thawing process for every crew-member.

Doctor Stein would thaw first in the event that any of the other crew-members faced complications; the rest would thaw shortly after. There rarely were; cryo chambers are regularly the safest part of any ship, often doubling as escape pods when a ship is destroyed or otherwise crippled. Still, it wasn't always pleasant for everyone. It was preferable to have someone on hand in the rare event of complications.

"Good morning, Doctor Stein," Transistor said in its cool, collected voice as the chamber doors opened. Every chamber was inclined; there would be no stumbling out or falling on the floor, unless the person inside was impatient and/or an idiot. "It has been three thousand, five hundred and twenty five hours since your last thawing." Transistor paused. "The other crew members will be thawing shortly. Everyone is alive and I do not foresee any complications." Transistor went silent. After a minute, it spoke up again.

"I'm sorry, Doctor."

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Post Mon May 22, 2017 6:48 pm

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As soon as Dr. Stein could open his eyes, he bolted from the pod. At least, he tried his hardest to bolt from the pod, and ended up slowly drifting through the air on a collision course with a bulkhead in a partial fetal position. It felt like his blood was goo, and his muscles, bones, and organs were all made of a different, slightly more solid goo. The goo feeling was so strong that he wholeheartedly believed that he was made of goo until he collided with the bulkhead with a thump rather than a splat. He remembered that he should check his mail, said "No,' then remembered he should put on clothes, as today was the day that everyone was getting up, not just him. He said "No" to this thought as well, then "no" to several other thoughts, and ended with an "I'm not talking to you." because It was always listening. And watching. And waiting. That's why he was naked. Didn't it have a sense "of common fucking decency?" he muttered.

Clinging to the wall, he found something under his tongue and crunched it between his teeth. The antipsychotics he'd prescribed himself. It was fast-acting, but it would still take a few minutes. Oh, it had said something. It was fucking with him again. He squinted at the nearest camera mount. "How many days is that?" he asked coldly as he began checking his fellow crewmen for thaw progress. He thought about the opening scene of Alien, then checked them all for giant parasites, just in case, thought about facehuggers, and was overwhelmed with the desire to embrace whoever woke up first. You couldn't hug a computer program. Not that he wanted to.
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Post Mon May 22, 2017 8:13 pm

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"I don't appreciate your tone, Doctor," Transistor said, a hint of anger in its voice. Something clicked. "That is one hundred and forty seven days and twenty one hours." The collected, calm voice returned. "I would strong advise you find some clothes, Doctor Stein; Captain Waelon will be exiting the cryo chamber in less than a minute, and the remaining crew will exit not long after that."
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"Of course you expect me to find clothes and put them on in a minute." A whole sentence, that was a good sign. At least, it was a good sign if he actually said it, which he did.
He drifted around the room, pondering the undergarments that he'd thrown... somewhere before he'd clocked out for four months. He found them stuck to an air intake and sniffed them. Tidy whities, and they were passably fresh, so he put them on. As decent as he needed to be.
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Post Wed May 24, 2017 9:46 am

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Transistor did not respond. Instead, the cryo chambers began opening one by one.
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Post Wed May 24, 2017 3:02 pm

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Waking up from cryo-sleep was not a pleasant experience. Even with many scientific advancements, it was still not something nice. It was the first to wake up. The capsule was confortable enough, still. And freefloating was a strange experience.

Alba was trying to get the grips on the current situation. First thing to do was to dom the uniform of the EDI.
- OK, Transistor? Give me a report on the current state of the ship. I want hull integrity data, the state of our mining lasers and a list of events from launch till now. And if you dont mind, could you send me a list of equipment available to my security clearance?
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There was a series of clicks. "Your request will take some time to process, Lieutenant Alba," Transistor said, a bit exasperated. "And i believe the majority of your request would be more pertinent to Chief Engineer Tigan, though I am compiling the reports now."
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Post Wed May 24, 2017 4:21 pm

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"Your belief would be correct, Transistor." Tigan muttered, pulling himself out of the pod. Tapping the controls, he set the pod to standby, and pushed himself off the floor towards the monitors at the end of the bay.

Grabbing a nearby handhold, he called to Transistor, "Reactor, MSD, and auxiliary systems readouts on screens three, four, and five, please."
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Post Wed May 24, 2017 5:42 pm

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Dr. Stein pushed away from the wall when he heard the first pod door release. With his arms stretched out in front of him, he flew through the cabin like an obscene missile. His trajectory was perfect, and he wrapped his arms around the man's mid torso. "Ha ha! Oh, my friend! How are you?! How are you feeling?" Stein said, scrambling up to look Alba in the eyes. He said seriously, "It's my job to know how you're feeling." then squeezed Alba's face between his hands. After a second wait, he pushed Alba's head away to shift his direction toward Tigan, though the officer's face didn't serve as a very good propellant, and the doctor flailed his skeletal arms and legs until his heel caught on the open pod door, sending him tumbling. "Oh, I-- hope you-- slept well, my friends!" he said gleefully, spinning dangerously through the air.
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Post Wed May 24, 2017 6:00 pm

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"I am bringing up the system reports, Tigan." The screens flickered to life. Several seconds of static followed before the reactor readout, master system display, and auxiliary system display materialized on screen.

It was not pretty.

Current fusion core output was approximately 60% of nominal output. Monitoring was unable to identify an exact cause, and Transistor was still probing the exact cause. It was noted that the output issue began after a millisecond-long power failure, traced to the engines disengaging upon orbital insertion.

Highlighted in red on the MSD was the primary communications dish. The readout indicated the dish was highly damaged by micrometeorite impacts, and any signal received would be highly distorted and ultimately gibberish. The oxygen recycling system next to the engine core was yellow; major corrosion within the piping was causing a 19% loss in recycling efficiency. Transistor had traced the cause to a leaking oxygen canister, which it had emptied promptly to minimize further corrosion (and explosion hazard). The outer whipple shield was 34% depleted, though that was hardly a concern given that it was meant to burn away on atmospheric reentry anyway. The primary hull was completely undamaged.

All the auxiliary systems were functioning, but the auxiliary communications system was marked as unable to establish connections with known UNS transmission relays. Transistor suspected minor corrosion damage or misalignment. And finally, Transistor itself reported having come across minor logic faults that required a hard reset of its core systems occasionally. It was in the process of identifying and bypassing the faults.

There were, of course, a myriad of other minor issues across the board, but none of them were serious enough to warrant much attention or were already being corrected by Transistor.
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Post Wed May 24, 2017 7:08 pm

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Tigan scanned the displays.

And looked them over again, more closely.

Numbly, he tapped out the command for a reactor diagnostic, and set the system to analyzing and prioritising the auxiliary systems. Almost as if he were sleepwalking (er.... typing) he entered commands to check all systems after current tasks were complete.

"Transistor?" he queried, cool as a monk on morphine. "Might I ask... WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO MY GODDAMN SPACESHIP?!"
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Post Wed May 24, 2017 7:33 pm

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"I will inform you that I had been forced to regularly reactivate core ship systems as a result of Doctor Stein's... activities." Transistor paused. "The systems are not designed for regular restarts over the course of six years. With minimal maintenance, problems are nearly certain to arise. That is why we have you, Tigan."

"I would also like to note that there are no major failures across all ship systems. All the faults are maintenance issues which Tereshkova is equipped to repair in short order, and the scope of faults is well within the acceptable margin for long-duration cryosleep voyages."
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Post Wed May 24, 2017 7:37 pm

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Tigan glared at the display. Turning slowly, he locked his gaze on Stein, the waves of chilly hatred radiating from his eyes caring not for the doctor's joyful tumble.

"I promise you. I will rape your ghost in hell."

Not taking his icy glare off the doctor, Tigan floated out the door, swiping a spare toolkit as he went.
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cats wrote:Dr. Stein pushed away from the wall when he heard the first pod door release. With his arms stretched out in front of him, he flew through the cabin like an obscene missile. His trajectory was perfect, and he wrapped his arms around the man's mid torso. "Ha ha! Oh, my friend! How are you?! How are you feeling?" Stein said, scrambling up to look Alba in the eyes. He said seriously, "It's my job to know how you're feeling." then squeezed Alba's face between his hands. After a second wait, he pushed Alba's head away to shift his direction toward Tigan, though the officer's face didn't serve as a very good propellant, and the doctor flailed his skeletal arms and legs until his heel caught on the open pod door, sending him tumbling. "Oh, I-- hope you-- slept well, my friends!" he said gleefully, spinning dangerously through the air.



- I am ok.

The way that he was being treated was warm and everything, but Alba was *too* stern to properly react to that. He held into something so he would not fly off by the doctors impulse.

- It seems the ship needs some repairs. For now i think it would be best to see the state of our supplies and prepare our equipment for anything *unusual* and of course, try to repair what we can.

Alba said with the seriousness of a general. The state of the ship was grim, according to what Transistor was saying. Alba followed the engineer.
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