Kristina would take a left out of the door to cryo and walk down the long hallway to the lift. Walking helped push away the cramps and weakness from being a frozen popsickle, but only sleep and actual rest off ship would remove the enduring fatigue of being on a ship. The manlift was a tiny affair, able to accommodate two people, but since there were only five bodies on the ship, there was never a bottleneck in moving about. Redundancy included a ladder in case of power failure aboard the ship, but being so freshly unsealed from her tube, it was better to take the lift and not chance a slip. The buzzing whine of motors and servos spun up and lifted Kristina to the top deck of the ship, the space she could usually claim as her own outside of her living quarters. Ellie came up to work with the computer banks at times, and Joe, being captain, made his rounds, looking over telemetry and basically being the jack-of-all-trades aboard working on some special project. It was his ship, his responsibility, and he made sure everything was up to par.<br/><br/>The bridge was just as she left it before the jump, though a faint dust had settled. Even with filters and the life support exchanging all the air regularly, dust was a permanent facet of being a spacer. It was a weird relationship between humans and androids as far as space travel went. Humans trusted them with the maintenance of the ship in hyperspace, but as soon as it came back to real space, they wanted back in the loop. Questions had been raised of why even allow humans into the unknown black, androids can do it better and if something happened, no loss of life. More than likely it was pure stubbornness of humans and their insatiable drive to see the unknown and be there in the unknown. Back on the mother planet, Earth, people were driven to explore the unknown and sail over the horizon.<br/><br/>Going through her checklists, everything came up green. There were some loose bulkheads readings on the computer logs. Running up and down the sensor data, Kristina surmised that the ship had hit a warp-wave and that probably accounted for why she was off on her landing coordinates into this system. Checking the scanners though, everything seemed quiet out in space. The only real activity seemed to be the giant ice wall surrounding the system. Looking out the observation ports, Kristina would see glints, flickers and streaks of light from stars as well as false stars. The ice wall as it was, wasn't a pure wall, just billions and trillions of large ice chunks that hurdled around the system's Oort Cloud at its very edges. It would be exceedingly dangerous to fly through such a section in real space, but it was relegated to a nuisance calculation with astrogation mathematics in order to hit the 'relatively' thin band of safe space between speeding ice balls and erroneous arrival points due to the gravity well of the star and planets.<br/><br/>Looking at the astrogation maps, it might be possible to burn towards a near outer planet and sling around. If hit just right, Kristina might be able to shave off a couple days of monotony aboard ship as well as save some of the dwindling fuel onboard. A penny saved is a penny earned, so the archaic saying went.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Right now, the CS Twilight has 15units of fuel. Getting to Prospero's Dream on the scheduled course would take 10units. (There's a reason the Prospero is situated where it is on sector charts.)<br/>You can choose whether to attempt to get to Prospero's Dream sooner with less fuel consumed with an INTelligence Astrogation check.<br/>Success means you only burn 5units and get there a couple days early with a pretty slick gravity slingshot.<br/>Failure means you burn 11units of fuel with no time lost as you dip out before taking a sketchy course for the slingshot.<br/>Critical Failure means you burn 14units of fuel having to do rapid course corrections from diving too close to the atmosphere of the planet, or maybe some unseen satellite was in the way.<br/><br/>If you want to explore other options, like a piloting skill check, or looking at the scanners, write the fiction on how Kristina goes about doing so and then make the roll and I'll follow along as well.<br/>As long as it is somewhat reasonable to expect an object or tool on a cargo ship, I'll roll along with it, or say otherwise.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><br/>