[center][h1]UNSF Apollyon Comms Deck
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[h1]12:00[/h1][/center]
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It had been a few hours since James had come away from the captain, and he was finally starting to get up to speed with the ships colossal amount of communications and sensor equipment. There was an awful lot of it. Every room on the ship had sensors reading back to the central processors here in the comms room. Despite the amount of data that arrived here, the department didn’t have a large complement of staff. Most of the space was reserved for data banks and tech stacks to hold the incalculable amounts of data it the ship needed to work with. It wouldn’t have surprised him if the ships AI lived somewhere in here too.

Comms looked very similar to the bridge. It retained that classic bridge style, just with significantly more holo-screens and monitors. Even though holo-screens were the new norm, any area with large scale displays still mixed in some plasma monitors. Simply-put they were less energy hungry to run, so in a power down situation the department could run, monitors only. It was the best of both worlds afterall. The ship had a significantly more prominent hum to it now the communications equipment had been activated. James was currently sitting down at his command desk which was located in roughly the same place where Captain Maganza sat on the bridge, but the sleek captains chair had been replaced with a large encompassing desk. He had all of of his holo-screens open, forming a wall between him and the rest of the world.

He was currently testing the long range communications of the Apollyon after managing to configure the three main long range sensor suites aboard the ship. The wrenchmonkees who had built the ship had no idea how to calibrate sensor and comms equipment at all. Short range gravidar arrays were fairly easy to tune and James had written a small program to configure them. Magnetometric arrays were somewhat harder. They are significantly more temperamental to deal with. They tended to feedback if you set their tolerances too high. He had given them  a rough configuration for now, enough to help guide astronavigation without sending them into a moon.

He couldn’t help but remember the words he had with his father last night over drinks. While now wasn’t the time to be thinking about his father's health. Looking down at his uniform he ran his fingers over the Cresswell badge given to him by his father. His father had always worn it, constantly. It was always his father with the badge. But now James had it, and it made him feel uneasy. It almost felt like to a degree that his father was gone. No longer on this mortal plane. Why, wearing the badge should have made him feel full of pride and confidence, though he couldn’t help but feel sad. Distraught was probably a better word to describe it.

Escaping from his current train of thoughts, he shut down all of the holo-screens around him, no longer able to concentrate on anything productive. There was a moment where he debated about possibly going to the bridge and getting comfortable there, but decided against it. He was just going to sit here and ponder for a while. His focus would return to him soon.