29/06/2023 at 03:22 #187796
The adventures of Captain Paco Caesare and the crew of the Free Trader BLD-459, about 6 PARSECS FROM HOME.29/06/2023 at 03:28 #187797
It’s Poco, not Paco damn it!!29/06/2023 at 03:29 #187798
Poco Caesare looked around the pilot’s station of his ship. The United Star Systems Registry BLD-459 aka “Brave Little Denmark -459 was docked at station tracking up hourly fees. The pilot, Master Lincoln Grant, had gone down to the surface on R&R, but hadn’t returned.
Poco needed a pilot. While he could pilot his own ship in an emergency, his trainee pilot liscense wasn’t really good without a senior pilot at his shoulder. The Pilot’s Guild was prone to fine ships who didn’t have a certified pilot. And you sure as Hel couldn’t get a trip insurance ticket!
Master Jon Knight, the combination purser and cargomaster was looking to Captain Caesare for directions.29/06/2023 at 03:37 #187799
Captain Poco Caesare turned to look at his Master Chief Engineer Fyord Harry’sson. He shrugged his massive shoulders and said in his high pitched voice, “Um, maybe we, um, should ask the, um, Pilot’s Guild, um, if they have any, um, replacements?”29/06/2023 at 04:45 #187800
Poco Caesare, Captain,
TO: Universal Pilot’s Guild
Request you nominate and provide details for transfer of a Master Pilot to our location. Station Bravo Sector 7.
Chief Master Pilot Lincoln Grant is currently listed as MISSING
EOM29/06/2023 at 04:49 #187801
FROM: UNIVERSAL PILOTS GUILD
TO: Paco Caesare, Captain BLD-458
Per your request, Master Pilot K. Dancer is dispatched to your ship for immediate employment. You have the right of refusal. There are no other available Master Pilot rated Guild members in your immediate vicinity.29/06/2023 at 05:24 #187802
Poco, relaxed in his cabin waiting for the Guild pilot to come aboard. Pilot Linc still missing bothered Poco, Linc was usually dependable he’d tied a bender twice before but had made it back to the ship before lift-off both times. Poco filled his pipe with long shag and puffed it alight. The air scrubber kicked itself up a notch. If he didn’t have to lift he would have liked to stay and find out what happen to Linc, but time was money and he had little of either.29/06/2023 at 19:24 #187849
The door to Poco’s cabin pinged he triggered the door open and a tall redheaded woman swept in she said Kat Dancing Guild Pilot reporting for cough cough as she choked on the smoke from Poco’s pipe.30/06/2023 at 01:25 #187859
Captain Caesare had already received her vital data, from the Pilot’s Guild. She had top 25% marks in all curriculum and examinations. She had never had an accident that was reportable.
Her employment history was varied. Usually she signed onto a ship, made one or two “runs”, and then was on the available roster.
Her disciplinary record was “sealed”. Her previous employer comments were minimal. Some were sealed.02/07/2023 at 02:46 #187943
Master Pilot Kathryn Dancer stood before Captain Poco Caesare with her hands on her hips. She looked him up and down.
“Do you need a pilot for this bucket, or did I miss my gym date and travel all the way over here for nothing?” she asked.02/07/2023 at 21:37 #187967
Poco tapped his pipe out and replied Yes I need a master pilot but you are not what I was expecting. Your cabin is just up the hall to the left. Stow your gear and meet me in the control room in 30 minutes so we can warp out.03/07/2023 at 00:04 #187970
20 minutes later, when Captain Poco Caesare strolled into the pilot station, he saw Master Pilot Kathryn Dancer was checking all of the gauges, relays, control interfaces, internal communications, external sensors and plotting computers. “Redundancy is a lifesaver” was affixed to a visible wall surface.
She turned and acknowledged that had Captain was there while adjusting her headpiece microphone.03/07/2023 at 00:09 #187971
“Attention all hands! Attention all hands! This is your pilot. Prepare for acceleration in ten minutes. MARK. Detach all umbilicals. Secure all hatches and locks. Section chiefs report when ready”.
Well Captain?04/07/2023 at 22:35 #188084
The pilot buckled herself into her robust acceleration couch. It had a magnetic umbilical attachment to the one on her head which attached easily. She momentarily closed her eyes to reorient herself. Next she thrust her hands and forearms into the padded sleeves that kept all the manual controls and cutouts in easy reach. She closed her eyes. The ship’s communications sounded a bell, twice. “Five minutes until acceleration, stow all loose equipment and engage safety belts.”
She swiveled to look at the Captain and raised a questioning eyebrow. “Sir?”
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