Don't wanna stop (LAA)

[Coren Starchaser]

Space!

The Final Frontier.

These are the voyages of the starship… what ship were they on again? Coren Starchaser didn’t really care. But since he was taking an official spot in the Levantine Sanctum’s Frontier Corps, their answer to the ExplorCorps, and probably better because, we’ll, Coren leaned Dark Side. Sure, he wasn’t going to be discussing that at all here, as this ship was officially the Sanctum’s on loan to the Astronautical Academy, and full of students. Some were rotating crew, others were selected by him to experience a few new things. Right now though? They were working under the pretense that their scientific immunity waiver was good and made their way to the Unknown Regions.

Looking at the students that were here for a more command and operations style of education, Coren paced around the commander’s chair. He was former military and knew that this wasn’t his ship. He was the mission commander but not vessel captain. His own ship, the Tachyon Rising was safely in the LAA’s main hangar and his personal Rassilon was in the hangar bay aboard the http://starwarsrp.net/topic/21139-mc42-ruisto-class-exploration-craft/]Vagabond Parade’s[/url] hangar, just in case. He got itchy sometimes.

PTSD? Didn’t matter. There was teaching to be done.

“Now, we’re on our way to the Unknown Regions. What we’re working on here, with the help of the Levantine’s even if it is far out of their reach, they’re assisting me on a personal project. I’m helping with a small piece of a hyperlane through the area, and we’re here to double check some of my work. Basically between the worlds of Dasid Anya and Serpena.” The two worlds lit up on the glowing map in the center of the chamber. They had taken a trip from Laekia, to Tion, to Caluula where they caught the Mara Corridor to Tatooine, did some rough navigation exercises to go from the desert world to Sullust, hopped the Sanctuary Pipeline to Annaj and kept away from the Black Fleet. Coren knew where they were because, well his son was helping to evacuate the Fringe Federation. Still, they were on the way from Dasid Anya as they spoke.

“Anyone care to venture a guess as to why we do this?”

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[Zak Dymo]

Before this venture, he had never even heard of Dasid Anya.

Serpena? Was that even a thing?

The young Pantoran frowned as he peered down into the datapad which contained his course books and study materials. The syllabus and outline for this assignment were in there, along with some stellar navigation stuff that he couldn't really read, but the most difficult thing of all was just trying to wrap his head around the relative location of just where it was that their instructor was referring to.

This was far and away from Primeval space. The azure-hued youth had traveled as far as Bastion and Coruscant, both the materials for this study and the map at the heart of the command center implicated a side of the map to which the purple haired tween was wholly unfamiliar.

Which, he supposed, was the point as to why he was here.

The question itself didn't seem to have as much to do with location as it did logistics. "Sir," the boy uttered, speaking up from the side of the bridge. He wore the distinctive uniform of the Levantine Astronautical Academy, though he'd have had to admit that he didn't much care for it. He was already blue. Wearing a blue uniform was just... a lot of blue going over here. The cuff of his sleeve was decorated with a solid green stripe, denoting his status as an entry-level student at the academy. The insignia on the chest was similarly accent, a green border highlighting the crest. "...to verify the coordinates and measurements?"

Hyperspace travel required extremely precise spatial data for any given location along a flight path. There were no straight lines in space. Gravity, solar winds, and astronomical objects made everything into crooked paths that weaved through a three-dimensional medium. So double-backing to verify the integrity of the information seemed the most likely answer to the boy.

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[Coren Starchaser]

There we go, time to get this show on the road. Coren gave the group of students some time to go over everything, look at the ship, learn to navigate it, and hell, feel the damned ride. That was all sorts of Force and metaphysics, something he didn’t want to teach, nor was it part of the curriculum in the LAA. If he found a Forcer who felt they could keep up and wanted to learn what he could do, basically a really nice blend of psychometry and instinctive astrogation, he’d help them learn it, and maybe even take them on as an apprentice, so long as they didn’t bring any sort of hokum with them.

Nope, he was a Warbird, he was a doer, and where he went? Well, he felt even the Wardens didn’t belong.

He looked at the group who had assembled at the bridge for his impromptu lesson. Coren focused more on offering the certification classes because it was more doing and less… teaching for the reason of learning. More hands on. When [member="Boo Chiyo"], one of the greenhorns spoke up, Coren nodded. “Very good, Cadet.” Yeah, sometimes he liked to put people in their place. But he was really only ‘Cap’ or Coren here. Everyone knew that.

Leave it to him and Merrill to be the most relaxed pilots in the galaxy, or something.

And something needed to be done about the cadet’s color scheme.

“We come out here to check the lane, make sure we’re accurate. We’re using another ship and another computer than I used to map it initially. So, this will get us another set of eyes, and with the equipment here, it helps give us a better view. Also, since we’re in the Unknown Regions, and they’re about as dangerous as anything else, we want to make sure that nothing is here to mess up the path. Nothing random.” And with the Fringe falling back, the darkness in the Regions could spill over.

Danger Will Robinson.

"And how do you all suppose we do this double check?" He'd be surprised if he got an answer that made sense.

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[Zak Dymo]

Score one for the blue team.

Falling silent, the blue-skinned pondered the follow-up question without any input. Theory was more his forté. This question went to actual application. And, if there was one thing that remained a mystery to the boy, it was hyperspace navigation and travel. He was a stunt pilot, not a navigator. If it had sublight engines, a throttle, and fly-by-wire controls, he could make it go. A hyperdrive?

He had droids to do the hyperdrive stuff for him.

Some kind of LIDAR ranging with astronautical objects? Measuring out the corridor and distance to fixed objects?

Bah. He'd let someone else answer this one.

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