The Ship: Chapter Five in its entirety
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jeriendhalThis is all that I've written in the past five days. I haven't the faintest idea what the next sentence will be, much less where the chapter will lead.
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The three week transit passed slowly for Paul. Most of it he spent on the Rocky Mountains’ bridge, keeping his daily watch at the controls. Outside of that time he tried to familiarize himself with the executive transport’s system quirks. Despite Rocky’s protestations that it was in perfect functioning order, like every ship it had its minor system issues that were less expensive to ignore and work around, rather that go to the trouble of stripping the starship down completely to find the source of the problem.
The search would have gone quite a bit more easily if he’d had a chance to pick S.C.’s brain. Unfortunately the engineer had kept herself secluded in the ship’s drive section, minding the delicate stardrive as it pushed itself back against the wildly variable gravitational fields of hyperspace. He could hardly blame her for the attention to duty, though it hurt to watch her limp into the galley twice daily to shovel a meal into her mouth, before returning to her post. The bags under her eyes seemed to grow larger every day, and he was forced to wonder how much sleep she could possibly be getting while they were under way.
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The three week transit passed slowly for Paul. Most of it he spent on the Rocky Mountains’ bridge, keeping his daily watch at the controls. Outside of that time he tried to familiarize himself with the executive transport’s system quirks. Despite Rocky’s protestations that it was in perfect functioning order, like every ship it had its minor system issues that were less expensive to ignore and work around, rather that go to the trouble of stripping the starship down completely to find the source of the problem.
The search would have gone quite a bit more easily if he’d had a chance to pick S.C.’s brain. Unfortunately the engineer had kept herself secluded in the ship’s drive section, minding the delicate stardrive as it pushed itself back against the wildly variable gravitational fields of hyperspace. He could hardly blame her for the attention to duty, though it hurt to watch her limp into the galley twice daily to shovel a meal into her mouth, before returning to her post. The bags under her eyes seemed to grow larger every day, and he was forced to wonder how much sleep she could possibly be getting while they were under way.
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Date: 2008-07-21 06:43 pm (UTC)Just don't give up, because when you've finished this story I want to buy it ^^