Directorate Officer
Union-class Colony/Assault Carrier Ocean Tide, leaving the Hast System
Gir walked down the corridors of the Ocean Tide. He could almost feel the impulse of the ship's massive engines through the floorplates as they pushed thousands of meters of metal and ceramic armor through space. Yet he knew visceral feeling to be little more than just that, a feeling. While it was true such engines did push the Tide through the vast deepness of space, the ship's voyage was reliant on many more minute things that couldn't evoke such feelings within him, such as chart updates from BoSS to the ship's navigation computers. They were neither exceptionally masculine nor flashy, yet the Tide depended on such technology as much as it did on advanced weaponry and defenses. He rounded a corner to enter a circular room that housed the ship's massive supercomputer. It too was not particularly impressive to look at, nor did it inspire any grand feelings within him, yet he knew that it too could be responsible for his future success against many adversaries as much as the Ocean Tide itself. A series of blue lights flashed around the mainframe in unison as an artificial if somewhat overly cultured voice flowed out of the room's speakers.
"Good morning, Captain Quee."
"Good morning, Ocean Tide," said Gir, approaching the ship's console, "please bring up Atropos Aurek's development logs for review."
"Yes sir...retrieving now."
Gir walked down the corridors of the Ocean Tide. He could almost feel the impulse of the ship's massive engines through the floorplates as they pushed thousands of meters of metal and ceramic armor through space. Yet he knew visceral feeling to be little more than just that, a feeling. While it was true such engines did push the Tide through the vast deepness of space, the ship's voyage was reliant on many more minute things that couldn't evoke such feelings within him, such as chart updates from BoSS to the ship's navigation computers. They were neither exceptionally masculine nor flashy, yet the Tide depended on such technology as much as it did on advanced weaponry and defenses. He rounded a corner to enter a circular room that housed the ship's massive supercomputer. It too was not particularly impressive to look at, nor did it inspire any grand feelings within him, yet he knew that it too could be responsible for his future success against many adversaries as much as the Ocean Tide itself. A series of blue lights flashed around the mainframe in unison as an artificial if somewhat overly cultured voice flowed out of the room's speakers.
"Good morning, Captain Quee."
"Good morning, Ocean Tide," said Gir, approaching the ship's console, "please bring up Atropos Aurek's development logs for review."
"Yes sir...retrieving now."