Post by Captain_Quintus on Apr 4, 2016 5:42:03 GMT
Postby DeMcGowan » Wed Oct 28, 2009 8:52 am
If one were to say “there are bats in my quarters!” on a starship, other people would generally wonder if there are bats in the brain before actually progressing to a search of the quarters. This usual course of action is unnecessary if you're pickup refugees from Ivo however.
The vaguely bat-like colonists (wings made of membrane, no feathers, light, capable of moderate echo-location but otherwise humanoid) were pretty well settled aboard the Aquarius after hours of effort. Moretti had squared them away here and there, moving anyone that could be or would be moved to make room for them. Quite a few of the medical staff were bunking in sickbay, including their chief. The same was true of most of the engineering officers and chief. Deirdre was currently stretched out on a cot in her office, taking a little down time to recharge her batteries.
She'd recently finished overseeing the modifications to cargo bay 3, which was now the common area for the Ivoans. Basic tables and benches occupied the center space, while what goods could be offered up were scattered around the perimeter. The “Easy Bake” was fired up and baking up some pocket meals for the refugees. The thing had been a pain to make and in a hurry at that, but while it never proved its worth as a Tholian container it's certainly done a nice job as a large scale oven.
Also along the perimeter were two make-shift showers, using (and recycling) as much water as could be spared. It would have been easier certainly to do sonic showers, however the aural abilities of the Ivoans made that impossible as a sonic shower would be torture instead of hygeine. The group facilities for the junior and enlisted officers were all sonic based so they couldn't be used. Those Ivoans lucky enough to stay in the senior officer quarters were afforded the luxury of local water-based units but to make it fair there was a rotating schedule to allow those housed elsewhere to use them too. Deirdre didn't want to know how that worked and was glad Zak was on top of that one.
The cargo bay also housed a small area for the care of the children brought on board, and Deirdre had pressed that a few items from their colony be brought aboard (against the general rule of people not stuff) so that the bat-kids wouldn't be screeching about being completely bored, only moderately so. Otherwise the Ivoans would have to make do with what the Aquarius had to offer, and in its current footing as a vessel of war that was little enough.
As she lay stretched over her cot, Deirdre pondered what else could be done before they arrived at the next colony, Thames Minor. Little, she thought. They crew was well prepared and efficient, and even with the monkey wrench of housing colonists thrown into the plans the defensive and offensive systems preparations were either finished or nearly so.
Hopefully the freighter with the transporter problems had that squared away, as the Lionheart and Aquarius couldn't really hold any more than they already were. If necessary she'd beam over to the damned thing herself and fix it when they arrived, they couldn't afford any more delay or obstacles in the evacuation efforts lest the Tzenkethi catch up and foul the plans.
Curling up, Deirdre settled in for a quick nap in the lower than usual gravity. The rest would come when it comes.
If one were to say “there are bats in my quarters!” on a starship, other people would generally wonder if there are bats in the brain before actually progressing to a search of the quarters. This usual course of action is unnecessary if you're pickup refugees from Ivo however.
The vaguely bat-like colonists (wings made of membrane, no feathers, light, capable of moderate echo-location but otherwise humanoid) were pretty well settled aboard the Aquarius after hours of effort. Moretti had squared them away here and there, moving anyone that could be or would be moved to make room for them. Quite a few of the medical staff were bunking in sickbay, including their chief. The same was true of most of the engineering officers and chief. Deirdre was currently stretched out on a cot in her office, taking a little down time to recharge her batteries.
She'd recently finished overseeing the modifications to cargo bay 3, which was now the common area for the Ivoans. Basic tables and benches occupied the center space, while what goods could be offered up were scattered around the perimeter. The “Easy Bake” was fired up and baking up some pocket meals for the refugees. The thing had been a pain to make and in a hurry at that, but while it never proved its worth as a Tholian container it's certainly done a nice job as a large scale oven.
Also along the perimeter were two make-shift showers, using (and recycling) as much water as could be spared. It would have been easier certainly to do sonic showers, however the aural abilities of the Ivoans made that impossible as a sonic shower would be torture instead of hygeine. The group facilities for the junior and enlisted officers were all sonic based so they couldn't be used. Those Ivoans lucky enough to stay in the senior officer quarters were afforded the luxury of local water-based units but to make it fair there was a rotating schedule to allow those housed elsewhere to use them too. Deirdre didn't want to know how that worked and was glad Zak was on top of that one.
The cargo bay also housed a small area for the care of the children brought on board, and Deirdre had pressed that a few items from their colony be brought aboard (against the general rule of people not stuff) so that the bat-kids wouldn't be screeching about being completely bored, only moderately so. Otherwise the Ivoans would have to make do with what the Aquarius had to offer, and in its current footing as a vessel of war that was little enough.
As she lay stretched over her cot, Deirdre pondered what else could be done before they arrived at the next colony, Thames Minor. Little, she thought. They crew was well prepared and efficient, and even with the monkey wrench of housing colonists thrown into the plans the defensive and offensive systems preparations were either finished or nearly so.
Hopefully the freighter with the transporter problems had that squared away, as the Lionheart and Aquarius couldn't really hold any more than they already were. If necessary she'd beam over to the damned thing herself and fix it when they arrived, they couldn't afford any more delay or obstacles in the evacuation efforts lest the Tzenkethi catch up and foul the plans.
Curling up, Deirdre settled in for a quick nap in the lower than usual gravity. The rest would come when it comes.