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The landing and party prep

Posted on Fri Mar 26th, 2021 @ 6:59pm by Commander Ech'am G'ginloss

Mission: Not Where I Belong
Location: Starbase 10
Timeline: Current

"Beginning our approach to Starbase 10, we are 7 minutes out."G'odoss informed the bridge, "We have been cleared for docking.

"Excellent Lieutenant." Winters turned in his chair slightly, legs cross and addressed Commander Pibb, "Please inform the crew to make ready. I see we have some people transferring out, and some new arrivals. I want to make sure this stop is a short as possible."

"Aye sir." Pibb nodded as his hands flew across his panel as a shipwide message was sent.

"G'ginloss, please take us in, half impulse." Winters commanded.

"Sir, I have an incoming transmission coming in for you." Pibb informed the Captain.

"I'll take it in my ready room. G'odoss, you have the conn."

"Aye sir." The klingon knew he was in command for the short and final leg of the journey. He was still going to take the Chuck Norris into space dock, and as such, did not leave his seat.

"Adjust course to 237 mark 3, come in at 1 quarter impulse." G'odoss looked to the commander hearing that course but he decided to keep his mouth closed in this instance as he trusted the officer to bring them in perfectly.

They were getting closer to the docks as the Chuck Norris was essentially drifting into the docks, in a maneuver that would edge them in perfectly lined up if done properly.

"300 meters commander" Came the call from G'odoss.

"Adjust to 1 eighth impulse, heading 217 mark 9, lets Land the Norris gently today." Called out the commander in reply.

"75 meters, Aye, Adjust tilt 78 microns starboard, the bare movement was hardly felt, but executed precisely. Cut all engine movements, allow the drift to bring us in.

"Commander, are you sure!" The whole bridge said at once.

"Trust in the ship, and the measurements, they are not incorrect. You will find that our minor continued rotation is precisely calculated for this Starbase.

Moments later the computer drew them out of their discussion, as the male voice called out their newest distance.

10 meters

9 meters

8 meters

7 meters

6 meters

5 meters

4 meters

3 meters

2 meters

1 meters

Everything was so still, breaths being held as the computer counted down their trajectory. Never giving a warning that something was wrong. The noise of the outside clamps could be heard in this silence, startling some of those on the bridge.

Docking complete and locked. You may depart when ready.

Commander G'ginloss
Xo/cheif engineer
USS Chuck Norris

 

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