When the Fursari came aboard Slam didn't seem to pay much attention, but she growled her traditional greeting as she was checking the last of the thick straps holding the crates down and in place. When she was done she looked up and muttered "finally" to herself, before stalking over to entryway and hitting the close button, and the external airlock closed off against the embarkation tube, then turned and headed back into the hold as the larger internal airlocks closed, like a curtain wall shutting behind her. It closed with a finality which made her sigh.<br/><br/>"Melfina, signal the station to disengage and begin preflight checks, I want us ready to leave..."<br/>"Yesterday?" The melodic female voice of the ship's AI interrupted, used to her captains moods and desires. "The preflight is complete and the station has expedited our departure, with an addendum, six weeks means six weeks...what did you get up to Captain?"<br/>"Program the navigation system for the meeting with the Transwarp Queen and send the information to the helm."<br/>"Yes Captain" Meflina replied, a hint of amusement in her digital voice.<br/><br/>There were days she really, really, really, regretted having Melfina installed and let loose on her ship, but, well, there was very little to do now. Purging her would...well, maybe for a day she didn't actually need the computer core. Slam jogged to the upper level, heading through to the bridge. She saw Zelindra, the new pilot and the fursari lounging around the bridge (she knew they had names and if she wasn;t so eager to get into space she'd probably remember them, but for now...the titles would stick). She gave Zel a brief smile and sat in the Captains chair, a large synth-leather thronelike chair at the center of the bridge. As she sat down, the opening bars to the theme tune of "my little Zarphan" filled the air, indicating she had messages. She ignored it, the holographic displays momentary appearing around her then vanishing.<br/><br/>"Pilot...uh" she took a moment and thought "21. Take us out slowly and head to the designated jump point, then take us into solar slipstream" she said, sounding almost professional. Which, would have probably been better if she hadn't been wiggling her butt to get comfy, which made the chair squeek and the leather let out gasps of air. It needed another repair, she'd use the space-tape later.<br/><br/>Pressing the button for the comms "All hands, we are departing Friendship 2. If you left anything, tough luck really. we are on our way!"