Klonor
10-07-2008, 01:45
AST Manchuria, Sub-Space Continuum, En-route to Epsilon Pegasi
Amy Keane, Consul of Klonor, sat within her cabin and read. It was an excellent novel, absorbing even though she had read it numerous times before, and she was engrossed and oblivious to her surroundings. That had happened quite often recently, ever since she had her internal dialogue with herself she had been more withdrawn than before, and she continuously found herself completely engaged in whatever it was she was doing. However, the recessions inwards had happened less and less as time moved on, and she was more outgoing whenever she happened to be in public and surrounded by other people. Unfortunately, just as she was getting to one of those really dramatic points in the novel where it looks like you might have reached the climax already, the ship shook briefly and the lights flickered.
What the hell was that?
A normal Sub-Space transition was barely noticeable, nothing more than a slight internal kick that most people did not even notice. There were never noticeable vibrations or a disruption of ships systems. Concerned, she approached the intercom built into the wall and called the bridge.
"Excuse me, this is Amy Eio* in cabin 7W. Can I ask what just happened?"
"I'm sorry ma'am, we're not quite sure. If you'll remain calm we're planning on giving a public announcement within the next ten minutes. We'll tell you what we know then."
"Okay, I'll wait."
True to his word, the Captain made an announcement a few minutes later.
"Attention please, Attention. Approximately seven minutes ago you might have noticed a slight bump as this ship made the transition to normal space. I'm sorry to say that the bump was our Sub-Space motivator suffering from sudden massive existence failure, Sub-Space travel is impossible until we can manage to repair it. We'll have to dock at Epsilon Pegasi for longer than anticipated in order to commence repairs, we expect to be in this system for at least a week. I'm sorry for the inconvenience. If you are in a hurry I'm sure alternate transportation can be arranged, if you're willing to wait until repairs are finished we will compensate you for the inconvenience. Thank you for your patience. Have a nice day."
SMEF was not a particularly common occurence, but when it did happen there was little you could do except buy a replacement and continue on as best you could. Anybody who had spent significant time in space knew this, especially someone who had time and again coordinated inter-stellar operations involving countless starships, and Amy was always one to look on the brightside of a situation.
A whole week in Epsilon Pegasi......excellent! I've wanted to spend some time here for quite a while, but could never get away from Deneb. Maybe a little vacation is in order. I think I'll wait for this ship to fixed rather than booking a new one.
She grinned to herself as she bent to her book again, already half-unaware of the ships vibration as it began to travel towards the interior planets in the system.
Elome Hotel and Resort, EP-V, Epsilon Pegasi, Associated Systems of Klonor
Amy Keane, still using the Eio surname as she registered her room, opened the door and walked into the luxurious suite that she had checked into for the duration of her stay in EP. It was a grand room, with a warm bed, Vid access, mini-bar, and everything else that a person could possibly dream of. Of course, so did the hotel next door, and the one next to that, and the one next to that. In Epsilon Pegasi, home to the wealthy and decadent of Klonor, it was pretty hard to find a public facility that didn’t have an obscene amount of luxury.
Quickly freshening up and enjoying the ample amount of space, even luxury cabins on a transport not being particularly roomy, she wondered just what it was that she would do for her vacation. She had been here before, of course, but always in an official capacity, and always on a strict schedule; she had never had time to play tourist. Feeling a quick internal rumble, however, made her focus on a much more immediate need.
I think a Rory's would do nicely, there was way too much Regulus cuisine on that transport and I need something that includes some form of meat. It's been too long.
Grabbing her novel, hoping to finish it during her meal so she would have a completely free slate for the rest of the week, she walked to the exit to her suite and pressed a sequence of numbers into the buttons inlaid against the frame of the door. Stepping through, and emerging on the street before the hotel, she slowly turned until she caught sight of one of the ubiquitous information consoles scattered throughout the city, quickly learning the location of the closest restaurant. The northern continent on EP-V was geared almost exclusively to the tourist and transient population of the system, filled with entertainment and and activities to occupy the mind and wallets of everybody passing through, and there was always a Rory's within walking distant. Walking down the street, preferring the scenic route to the readily available Phase Gate travel, she entered the futuristic equivalent of a Burger King, sat down in one of the booths, and began to tap through the menu display on the tabletop.
*She was using her mothers’ maiden name to avoid the hubbub that would result if her identity was known.
Amy Keane, Consul of Klonor, sat within her cabin and read. It was an excellent novel, absorbing even though she had read it numerous times before, and she was engrossed and oblivious to her surroundings. That had happened quite often recently, ever since she had her internal dialogue with herself she had been more withdrawn than before, and she continuously found herself completely engaged in whatever it was she was doing. However, the recessions inwards had happened less and less as time moved on, and she was more outgoing whenever she happened to be in public and surrounded by other people. Unfortunately, just as she was getting to one of those really dramatic points in the novel where it looks like you might have reached the climax already, the ship shook briefly and the lights flickered.
What the hell was that?
A normal Sub-Space transition was barely noticeable, nothing more than a slight internal kick that most people did not even notice. There were never noticeable vibrations or a disruption of ships systems. Concerned, she approached the intercom built into the wall and called the bridge.
"Excuse me, this is Amy Eio* in cabin 7W. Can I ask what just happened?"
"I'm sorry ma'am, we're not quite sure. If you'll remain calm we're planning on giving a public announcement within the next ten minutes. We'll tell you what we know then."
"Okay, I'll wait."
True to his word, the Captain made an announcement a few minutes later.
"Attention please, Attention. Approximately seven minutes ago you might have noticed a slight bump as this ship made the transition to normal space. I'm sorry to say that the bump was our Sub-Space motivator suffering from sudden massive existence failure, Sub-Space travel is impossible until we can manage to repair it. We'll have to dock at Epsilon Pegasi for longer than anticipated in order to commence repairs, we expect to be in this system for at least a week. I'm sorry for the inconvenience. If you are in a hurry I'm sure alternate transportation can be arranged, if you're willing to wait until repairs are finished we will compensate you for the inconvenience. Thank you for your patience. Have a nice day."
SMEF was not a particularly common occurence, but when it did happen there was little you could do except buy a replacement and continue on as best you could. Anybody who had spent significant time in space knew this, especially someone who had time and again coordinated inter-stellar operations involving countless starships, and Amy was always one to look on the brightside of a situation.
A whole week in Epsilon Pegasi......excellent! I've wanted to spend some time here for quite a while, but could never get away from Deneb. Maybe a little vacation is in order. I think I'll wait for this ship to fixed rather than booking a new one.
She grinned to herself as she bent to her book again, already half-unaware of the ships vibration as it began to travel towards the interior planets in the system.
Elome Hotel and Resort, EP-V, Epsilon Pegasi, Associated Systems of Klonor
Amy Keane, still using the Eio surname as she registered her room, opened the door and walked into the luxurious suite that she had checked into for the duration of her stay in EP. It was a grand room, with a warm bed, Vid access, mini-bar, and everything else that a person could possibly dream of. Of course, so did the hotel next door, and the one next to that, and the one next to that. In Epsilon Pegasi, home to the wealthy and decadent of Klonor, it was pretty hard to find a public facility that didn’t have an obscene amount of luxury.
Quickly freshening up and enjoying the ample amount of space, even luxury cabins on a transport not being particularly roomy, she wondered just what it was that she would do for her vacation. She had been here before, of course, but always in an official capacity, and always on a strict schedule; she had never had time to play tourist. Feeling a quick internal rumble, however, made her focus on a much more immediate need.
I think a Rory's would do nicely, there was way too much Regulus cuisine on that transport and I need something that includes some form of meat. It's been too long.
Grabbing her novel, hoping to finish it during her meal so she would have a completely free slate for the rest of the week, she walked to the exit to her suite and pressed a sequence of numbers into the buttons inlaid against the frame of the door. Stepping through, and emerging on the street before the hotel, she slowly turned until she caught sight of one of the ubiquitous information consoles scattered throughout the city, quickly learning the location of the closest restaurant. The northern continent on EP-V was geared almost exclusively to the tourist and transient population of the system, filled with entertainment and and activities to occupy the mind and wallets of everybody passing through, and there was always a Rory's within walking distant. Walking down the street, preferring the scenic route to the readily available Phase Gate travel, she entered the futuristic equivalent of a Burger King, sat down in one of the booths, and began to tap through the menu display on the tabletop.
*She was using her mothers’ maiden name to avoid the hubbub that would result if her identity was known.