[h2] John [/h2]

Whatever answer the, rather shellshocked, engineer had died as the ship gently rumbled beneath their boots. 


[quote=@Bentus]
Her fingers hovered for a heartbeat before she confirmed the command, almost allowing herself a quiet sigh of relief. Activating her ship-wide comms, she broadcast a message as she felt the ship start to accelerate beneath her.

“Attention all crew, we are departing from the station.”
[/quote]

John tilted his head as if he could divine thee heading through the ship’s ceiling and gave a sigh. 

“Guess I better make sure I’m not needed.” His pace wasn’t exactly a jog but one couldn’t call it a leisurely walk either. 

His tac pad and its downloaded manual helpfully guiding him when the placards on the wall were insufficient. 

Well… that and the comm officer following in his wake managed to keep him from making a wrong turn.

So it was with little delay that the shuttle crew, impromptu as it was, entered the bridge. 

John taking in the scene with an eye used to crewing congrats and not space faring vessels. 

The ship was moving that was not in question. The manner of its movement however was the concerning part. 

The being manning the helm, Fihlyn, was doing an approximation of attempting to pilot a ground car with a stick while simultaneously playing a piano. In that she was doing the function of six stations from one.

And succeeding to a point. 

John left his deeper analysis for later as he moved to his station.

[i]The absurdity of already having a station wasn’t lost on him. [/i]

The manual pulled up even as he hurriedly crunched the numbers. Space flight was space flight but physics was an unforgiving mistress. Overcorrections or undercorrections could lead to a collision with the station or worse; getting caught in the planet’s pull.

For the ship’s normal helmsman correcting the ship’s off-tilter spin would have been easy. For John it took a minute of second guessing the inputted values before he triggered the thrusters. 

A hair of overcorrection but it arrested the lazy roll and gave the ship a clear path forward. 

“We have a heading or destination?” He glanced at Fihlyn. Fingers pulling up the correct menu on his screen to begin their acceleration vector.