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				Title: <strong>USS McNair - Waverider [archive]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>24-10-2010, 02:49:00</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i786.photobucket.com/albums/yy145/alxnjsh/startrek/waveriderdeckplan.gif?t=1287881104)</div><div align="center">Waverider</div><br>Type:&nbsp; Nova Class WaveRider Craft<br>Accommodation:&nbsp; 3 flight crew, 3 passengers<br>Power Plant:&nbsp; 3 Magnodynamic thrusters (Aft), fusion core, maneuvering thrusters.<br>Dimensions:&nbsp; Length: 16.8m; Width: 14.5m; Height: 3.1m<br>Performance:&nbsp; Impulse: .25c, Atmospheric: Mach-12<br>Armament:&nbsp; 2 Type-IV Phaser Arrays.<br><br>An auxiliary craft for Nova Class Survey Vessels, the WaveRider-Type atmospheric shuttlecraft is designed to facilitate close quarters examination and survey of planetary bodies by science personnel aboard the ship.<br><br>At just over 20 meters in length, the vessel is small enough to be carried by the Nova Class but large enough to be useful. Intended to work in atmosphere, the small craft is high fuel efficient at Mach-5 and above, making use of the conventional propulsion with back up impulse and RCS thrusters for maneuvering in space.<br><br>Unlike ordinary shuttlecraft, the WaveRider does not enter the ship’s Main and Auxiliary Shuttlebays; instead, it inserts itself into a recessed port in the ventral part of the saucer just forward of the main sensor dome. Access to the WaveRider is provided by a hatchway inside the ship and a ladder-equipped hard umbilical.<br><br>It is not warp capable. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Waverider</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cassiopeia</strong> on <strong>06-04-2011, 00:27:37</strong>
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				<em>See, this is exactly the kind of behavior that labeled you a nerd and socially challenged, when you were in the Academy</em>, Ensign Cate Cassidy mused to herself as she climbed up the Jeffries tube.&nbsp; The crew had shore leave, the ship was docked, it wasn't going anywhere, and what was she doing?&nbsp; She was voluntarily staying aboard and in fact seeking out more work to do ... but she just couldn't help herself.&nbsp; Cate had yet to get a real up close look at the Waverider, though she had millions of ideas swimming around in her overactive brain.&nbsp; Truth be told she couldn't tear herself away from the <em>McNair</em> just yet.&nbsp; Yes, it had been a long and extremely trying mission, but she felt like she was just getting to know the ship.&nbsp; Shore leave hardly felt right.&nbsp; Although, she would make it a point to get down to the planet, at least briefly, while she had the chance.&nbsp; Her father, concerned for her well being, always made her leave the ship and learn about whatever new planet they had landed on, as long as it was a safe planet of course.&nbsp; She was grateful for that, even though at times she hated to leave the comforting hum of the ship's engines.<br><br>The Waverider she could rationalize, she thought, technically it wasn't part of the ship so ... she was still getting out.&nbsp; Popping open the hatch Cate's bright eyes shot up to gaze upon the technological beauty.&nbsp; But like with anything, there was room for improvement, and that was exactly why Cate was there.&nbsp; She wasted no time in hopping inside so she could do a full analysis&nbsp; "Computer, music, access playlist Cate1Gama."&nbsp; AC/DC - Back In Black (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hkkL_aDrIyU#)<br>A peaceful sigh resonated in her chest as classic rock from the late 20th century began pumping into the craft, helping her mind get in tune with her task.&nbsp; It was a quirk she'd picked up on the old cargo vessel where she'd spent her childhood.&nbsp; Twisting her strawberry locks back her brow furrowed in focus as she started with the helm controls, humming and occasionally quietly singing along to the music.&nbsp; There was this thought she'd had back when she was in the Academy - a craft that had both hand and foot controls, much like that of a 20/21st century car.&nbsp; This desire was a direct result of a few holodeck racing games she'd found herself nearly adicted to.&nbsp; There was something more intimate about those type of controls.&nbsp; "Well, what's the worst they can do, say no?" Cate mumbled to herself as she pulled out a data pad and began typing up a requisition for parts.&nbsp; Hopefully engineering wouldn't mind, it was all work she could do herself anyway.&nbsp; Not that she was an amazing engineer but she at least knew what she was doing as any good pilot should.<br><br>The more of the vessel she scoped out the more her mind began racing with ideas, and thus the more requisitions she sent out. Waverider's defenses were something that could use improvement she decided, so off she sent the req.&nbsp; And there were more efficient ways to route power and subsequently get more speed out of it, another req.&nbsp; The young pilot was in her glory, lost in her own little world, almost as deep as when she was behind the helm.&nbsp; With each access panel she removed her once again youthful face nearly glowed with excitement of the possibilities.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Waverider</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>08-04-2011, 01:58:10</strong>
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				The little craft really was a neat bit of throw back technology.&nbsp; It, unlike a standard shuttle, actually used its aerodynamics to keep itself aloft.&nbsp; There was also a potential for alot more from the little craft too.<br><br>Heading down the ladder, He found Cate jamming to AC/DC if he recalled and stifled a laugh.&nbsp; She was in a zone and turned away from him, rocking to the tunes.&nbsp; Leaving her be for the moment, he took his PADD and set up the incorporated schematics in a holographic display and then said, "Computer, decrease volume by 50 percent."<br><br>=/ Volume is now at 50 percent \=<br><br>"Could you use a bit more power, Cate, for your endeavor?&nbsp; Tell me what you think of these plans (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82455.25)..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Waverider</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cassiopeia</strong> on <strong>10-04-2011, 04:28:36</strong>
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				"Hiiiiiighway to he-" the quiet singing and head bobbing abruptly stopped as Cate heard the volume drop dramatically.&nbsp; Before she had time to question, or even turn around she was startled by the Chief Engineer's accented voice.&nbsp; A noise, the combination of a squeak and a squeal escaped her rosy pink lips as her stomach jumped up into her chest.&nbsp; Her brain registered who it was before she'd fully turned around.&nbsp; <br><br>"Dun ... what a surprise," she laughed with nervous relief.&nbsp; Her cheeks flushed from the adrenaline and the realization that she'd just made a minor fool of herself but there was a cheerful smile on her pleasant, heart-shaped face nonetheless.&nbsp; Turquoise eyes twinkled as the words 'more power' began rattling through her brain and she eagerly took the PADD from his extended hand.&nbsp; Cate quickly scanned the plans that Dun had drawn up, dimples increasingly framing her smile as she read.&nbsp; Super Dense Dilithium!&nbsp; Phasers!&nbsp; This baby was going to purr by the time they were done!<br><br>"I think, Lieutenant ..." the young Ensign said almost slyly, "that you are now most definitely forgiven for sneaking up on me."&nbsp; With a pleased nod of her head she handed the PADD back to him and tucked a few coppery strands of hair behind her left ear.&nbsp; "Where shall we start?!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Waverider</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>10-04-2011, 19:22:52</strong>
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				The doors to the hangar open as Liara slowly walks into the bay, her head buried in the PADD that she carries around with her all the time.&nbsp; Not realizing how far she had walked into the bay, she nearly falls into the hatch leading to the Waverider access airlock.&nbsp; Looking around to see if anyone saw her, happy that she's alone in the small bay, she locks the PADD in between her teeth and slowly starts to descend down the ladder.&nbsp; <br><br>The distinct sound of music from Earth's early history drowns out much of the conversation.&nbsp; <em>"Where shall we start?!"</em> Is the first thing Liara hears as she drops onto the floor at the base of the ladder.&nbsp; She sees Dun and a very beautiful female Lieutenant she'd never met before looking over details on a PADD.&nbsp; The look on her beautifully sculpted face is one of pure joy.&nbsp; Apparently she liked whatever upgrades Dun had suggested.&nbsp; Liara stood there for a moment, unable to pull her eyes from the woman.<br><br>After what seems like hours, Liara pulls herself out of her daze and realizes that Dunn is 'busy'.&nbsp; Quietly returning to the ladder she climbs out of the shuttle.&nbsp; <em>I'll just send him my fixes</em> She thinks as she reaches the top.&nbsp; Typing his personal PADD ID into hers, she transfers her upgrades to him and heads for the lounge.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Waverider</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>17-05-2011, 12:06:59</strong>
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				"Where shall we start indeed!&nbsp; I know for a fact we can upgrade the avionics and flight controls in lieu of the ultimate upgrade, some SDD and an increased power output to push the envelope, but before we do that, we need to see what she is capable of first hand.&nbsp; What say you, Cate?"<br><br>Dun smiled at her, because he knew.&nbsp; This one was a classically trained atmospheric flier who had come to Starfleet looking to ply her abilities and skills in something bigger, though the McNair was small, it was a far greater responsibility than anything she had ever flown.&nbsp; Yeah, it seemed stalkerish, creepy almost, but Dun had to have his own reassurances at this age to trust some one so completely for feed back on a project.<br><br>The easiest part to work on was the actual flight controls.&nbsp; The wings needed refitting.&nbsp; Wings that adapted to the shape they needed to perform certain maneuvers.&nbsp; Forget flaps and ailerons and rudders.&nbsp; Those would be replaced by memory fibers that could twist and conform to make the wave rider move where the pilot wanted without the extra cable and mechanical mechanisms that were the norm.<br><br>Requisitioned.<br><br>Next came the extra maneuvering jets that would aid in atmospheric and space travel that would ultimately shine with the new power source that would take some more time to get installed.&nbsp; <em>Lets wet her taste buds for the impossible made reality</em>, Dun thought.&nbsp; These thrusters would help both in the wave riders original design parameters as well as defensive and offensive profiles in a space born setting.&nbsp; <em>Well on my way to producing a capable patrol craft here</em>, he thought, <em>maybe even something that may become standard issue...</em><br><br>Requisitioned.<br><br>Then he began to look at her PADD of info, asking for a data share from his own PADD so he could see what she had found lacking in the flier.<br><br>"I think we may have something here that Starfleet may consider an ample retrofit for at least this class of vessel, a support and combat capable patrol class vessel that will be good in planetary support as well as escort for the main vessel itself..."&nbsp; Dun was excited.&nbsp; It was rare for him to find a like minded companion that thought along the same lines as him about a project, in its infancy no less.&nbsp; He could barely contain himself.<br><br>Getting to work, with new wing materials on there way, and the thrusters soon to follow, he reached over to the console where Cate's music had been paused and unpaused it, increasing the volume with a smile.<br><br>"I do love the classic music from that era..."&nbsp; Dun belted out the next verse and busied himself about the flier.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Waverider</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cassiopeia</strong> on <strong>08-08-2011, 00:56:04</strong>
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				Cate was most pleased in the feeling that she had met a kindred spirit so quickly.&nbsp; It was something that usually took her at least a few months, in order to settle ... and she was of course not the most socially ept.&nbsp; But the Chief Engineer reminded her of her cargo vessel home and there was an instant comradery.&nbsp; Things would be much easier now for her aboard the McNair as it was always beneficial for the engineer and helmsmen to have a good working relationship.&nbsp; <br><br>As she listened to Dun sing, his accent slipping in here and there, she suppressed a giggle that lightly crinkled her barely-freckled nose.&nbsp; What were the odds of finding another fan of late 20th century classic rock?&nbsp; But Cate decided not to do the math, it was a happy thing, and what better way to spend some free time.&nbsp; Her hands stayed busy as she continued to sing, albeit quieter, from beneath one of the forward consoles.&nbsp; <br><br>Idly her mind wondered if Starfleet would take their improvements and make them standard.&nbsp; ... Well they would go about it in a completely different way than she, no doubt.&nbsp; Cate fixed things like a pilot.&nbsp; Things weren't done in a "regulation" manner, they just were done to work and to give power.&nbsp; Perhaps it was lack of patience on her part, perhaps the things her father had taught her were just so deeply ingrained, but in her mind whatever got her most quickly back at the helm was what was called for.&nbsp; And because of that she was grateful for people like Dun, who had a bit grander of vision and more patience.&nbsp; It made for a good team.&nbsp; <br><br>Once at the point when she could do no more without the requisitioned parts she pulled herself out from under the console, a slight twinge in her back from being in the same position for so long.&nbsp; How long had they been working?&nbsp; <br><br>"Hey, Dun?" Cate called over the music.&nbsp; "What say we take her out to see how she likes what we've done so far?"&nbsp; Her expression was unmistakably mischievous, as she was about to go mad from lack of acceleration.
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