Journey to the federation Pt 2

Posted on Mon Mar 22nd, 2021 @ 4:32am by Staff Warrant Officer Reo'thanra Sandtail

Mission: MISSION 0 - History Speaks
Location: ACDF Voice of reason
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Reo’thanra Sandtail Sat up with a with a gasp, his whole body clenched with anxiety as the Last remitments of the Night Terror he’d be suffering through faded slowly. “F…fuck…” he breathed as he clenched at his Shirt Quickly running himself through a series of Quick breathing exercises to center Himself on His Quarters. The Diplomatic Cruiser was oddly Quiet, Lacking the tell-tale thumping of the sub light Impact drives That most Artani Naval Vessels used, something that caused his large ears to twitch in irritation. He was a guest on this ship after all, and it would do him no good to go barging into the engineering deck to fix the engines. It took him another four minutes to shake himself fully from sleep, during which time he’d slipped out of his pajama’s and into a Lightly armored Duty Uniform.

The thought was slow to dawn on him as he stretched his way back towards the Rooms Desk that he wouldn’t be feeling The Impact drives if they were still traveling at Warp speed, a thought that only agitated him further. For some reason the Captain of the ACDF Voice Of Reason had decided to not Push the ships warp drives to their maximum speed, Almost deliberately Extending the Trip From Outbound Station to The Federations world, the Unimaginatively named Earth, by a matter of weeks. Annoyance quickly crowded His mind as he Pulled a Star Chart up on his desks Terminal, the Ships Limited AI flashing up an ETA with out even being asked.

*Good morning Warrant officer Sandtail, Current ETA to Sol system is 12.4 hours* A Stream of Text typed out autonomously across the screen. *The Captain has Requested that you Hold all Central AI Requests For Urgent Use only* It typed out with what Reo could only Imagine to be a hint of annoyance of its own.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” He sighed softly as he stared over the screen, his Expression souring as he dismissed the star Charts and pulled up what little Schematics The Confederacy’s Intelligence Agencies had managed to pull from the Federations Archives. While the majority of the systems he’d be working on during his Transfer would be next to identical to Arten systems, due to their history of Patent Theft, He knew there’d be Many Differences that had arisen from the Heavily militaristic Intentions of Arten Shipwrights And the Incredibly redundant systems that Were Required by the Confederacy for its Civilian ships.

A quiet sigh escaped his short muzzle as he tapped a small switch on the Desk causing a slot to open on its side, the Faint Rasping whine of a Replicator filling the air as a Black mug of a strong herbal tea appeared in a blue gold shimmer of light, rapidly filling the air of the cramped quarters with its heavy relaxing aroma. Sleep Evading him for now he Called up the Schematics and specifications for the Federations Impulse Engines and began Reading them, picking up from where he’d left off the day before.