He raised a brow at the woman who sat across from him at the table, he stared back at her as she stared. "I'd rather get dirt on a Grey flight suit than a fancy vibrant outfit, though the shaving might be a good tip." Emilio ran his fingertips over the scruff that covered his chin and neck and a hearty chuckle then echoed from his mouth. He looked at her.
"Emilio." He smirked as he leaned back. "Yes, I'm the next person on the list. What've you got for me, what tools do I have, and how much time are you giving me?"
Chuckling quietly." Dirt? Try hardcore grease and engine oil later on. Hey, you gota do it in style, or not at all. That's how I live my life."
Looking down at her pitch black shirt and jeans. "Then again, my sense of style is my own anyways. That's all that matters anyways. My name is Jessica Snow. Nice to meet you. We have a nice chassis I've been finishing up a few rooms away for you. It doesn't have much on it, although we're going to be fixing that. All the tools that you'll need can be found somewhere most likely, if we don't have it, i'll bug the bossman to buy it for us. Aaannnd to answer your last question, I am giving you five hours to get nice and shaved and meet me down in the construction room."
Relaxing backwards.
"Your job is going to be working on the life support systems, as well as the primary wiring. Tanks, pumps, oxygen scrubbers, all of the good stuff. If you want more work, just letme know and i'll come up with something that you could pay attention to. Most likely the shield systems. I'll be working primarily on the engines for the time being, although bossman says i'll be getting someone else to help me finish up the upgrades."
"How's that sound. Questions, comments, concerns, requests to walk your neighbors dog, please let me know."
Emilio couldn't help but smirk at her response. "I prefer comfort and utility over style. I'm a mechanic, not a diva." Sliding the palm of his hand over his beard, he gave a frown to her order, though he simply shrugged it off as he watched her. "Excellent, I'll let you know if I need any more tools. I'll be down in three."
He leaned back some as she then continued speaking.
"Wiring will not be a problem, I'll need full blueprints and I need to know if I need to leave wiring for any additional systems in the future. Life Support will be done easy enough aswell. I can look into the shields aswell before I start wiring, maybe I can boost it's capacity with an extra ground." A grin crossed his face then as he looked at the woman, he took a sip of his drink. "Sounds good to me."
The new guy is actually pretty useful. He seems to know his way around the ship mechanics, that makes the next part quite a bit easier for me. I could get used to this.
-- Log Two --
Well, we have the chassis finished. Lets skip to my absolute favorite part, shall I, eh? The engine systems. I hear that there is to be someone I should talk to about upgrades later about these systems, I may as well complete my version first and then see whatever the heck he wants to change about it.
Now while I can't replicate anything that my ever so lovely sister could design, i'm pretty confident about the design that I plan to use for this vessel. Shame it's going to be mutilated slightly later on, but lets use what we have first of all.
Alright, from the beginning then. Ever since space travel had become more and more used like it is today, people start changing out their engine designs. Getting rid of the classical turbines in place of mere exhaust for what happens with the plasma in the internal chambers of the device. I disagree with that logic completely. Sure, it may be slightly cheaper. But keeping the turbines while making sure the blades could stand up to escaping plasma actually has some very good upsides to the work.
Number one. While in travel, the blades would spin at a very fast rate. The Plasma exhaust would be forced not to come straight out, but take on a slight rotational movement due to the blades forcing things around. Almost like a vortex if you would. While you'd think this would make the ship be rather uncontrollable, the effect is actually quite the opposite. As long as the equations and lengths of the turbine blades are correct, it actually would be spinning at a fast enough rate to stabilize the thing. Maneuvering thrusters can take care of the turning, although this forward movement bonus seems to be something which will prevail in the equations of movement. I'll get the other guy to balance out the turns.
Number two. This thing was built with the purpose of actually entering an atmosphere well in mind. We have a turbine. Why not integrate with the systems a secondary propulsion method similar to a jet? While not being used in space, an air intake can be made use of converting this from running on it's standard propulsion, to something much, much, much more efficient while there is air resistance.
The chamber itself that standard engines use I admit is probably one of the more efficient. If this vessel was bigger than a fighter, I could put together a new system which would deliver quite differently than normal, although the parts I need for that are significantly too large for a ship of the size which we're working on now.
The Freedom Liner chugged its way north, leaving the mooring point on Beaumont Spire for the first time in weeks. Being too busy to regularly fly and maintain the bloody thing, he was actually thankful that this new work would take him away from all the maintenance and work that came with running a large-scale scrap operation. Plus, getting away from the politics of house space might be a good thing, too.
Lumbering through Rheinland and into the Sigmas, it wasn't long before the re-purposed luxury liner came into the Omicrons, and only a few jumps later, the system of Omicron-81. A rather dull system, if Roberts was to be honest. As the nav system calculated the best route to the hidden shipyard, he reclined in his chair and watched the stars. For working in space almost his entire life, he didn't get to see them much - not anymore, anyway.
Before long, he was within visual range of the massive shipyard. A short communication with the dockhand via the radio, and a bit of maneuvering later, and the Freedom Liner was moored to one of the external docking ports of the Shipyard. Donning his work clothes, he headed out of the airlock with a toolbox in his hand and an objective on his mind. Moving down the corridors of the complex station, he passed Maltese mechanics and engineers, all with their signature Cardamine masks. Thankfully, he'd never had the stuff - and he was determined to keep it that way. The Maltese were good folk, but he'd heard some bad stuff about that 'crap'.
As he made his way down to the lower decks of Cartagena, he noticed a section of rooms with names plastered hastily to the sides of the doors. Sean Roberts, coincidentally, was the closest of the three, so he could only hazard a guess that the other two belonged to his colleagues. If they ever show up..., he thought to himself.
Swinging the door open, he noticed a fairly basic but nonetheless adequate suite, with a desk, bed, and basic amenities. The desk itself had a few folders and a binder on it, no doubt technical files and project objectives or what have you. He decided to take a rest in the undoubtedly stiff bed first, as he never did work well drowsy.
The next morning, he woke himself up with a brew of coffee from the local cafeteria (he hoped it wasn't tainted with liquid Cardamine) and began to peer through the various documents. The project, as far as he could make out, was to combine various technical aspects from high-performance fightercraft throughout Sirius into one, uniform design. He'd love to have one for himself, but he doubted this was an open-use kinda deal.
Nevertheless, he took out the better part of the morning to thoroughly read over the various documents and files, as well as technical documents seemingly written by the chief engineer. Following that, he made a note to contact the other Marauders to see if they had arrived on time, and then checked to see what he was assigned to. Strangely, that had been left out of the documents, with only a note to "contact Jessica Snow for details." Since a short-range neural net address had been left, he decided to use that to contact her.
>>TO: 'Jessica Snow'
>>FROM: 'Sean Roberts'
>>MESSAGE: Hey, Marauders team-lead here. Exactly what are we supposed to be doing?
And with that, he waited.
>>TO: 'Sean Roberts'
>>FROM: 'Jessica Snow'
>>MESSAGE: Grab a wrench. I need muscle. Coupling doesn't want seated. Bring some duct tape too, would you? Gotta pull a slight prank while we're at it.
>>TO: 'Jessica Snow'
>>FROM: 'Sean Roberts'
>>MESSAGE: I'll be down in a few. Of course, this "Jessica Snow" neglected to mention exactly where 'here' was, but whatever. Most likely she was down in some engineering bay not far from here, so he grabbed up his toolbox and went for a stroll.
Before long, he came across a large blast door with "Engineering Bay B-2" stenciled on the door. Guessing that she was somewhere around here, he slid his ID card through the access port. A loud chime was played from the port, and the door began to creak open. He saw a young girl working on the chassis of a spacecraft, eerily similar to that of a "Roc" or an "Eagle" but not really either of the two, but something different entirely. Oh well, best to ask questions later. He walked up, did a small two-finger salute, and began to unpack his tools. "So where's this coupling then?"
Emilio had made way down to the hangar bay he was assigned to work at. He inhaled the scent of the work bay, looking around at the workers and what they did. It was an impressive sight to stand before, a grin curled his lips upwards as he streched and proceeded to his workstation. Tools, Blueprints, Orders - everything he had asked for was right there, all top quality. He could get used to this. He went to find Jessica then, see what an update was on his work, where he was to begin. Finding her near the rear of the hall, he cleared his throat.
"I've finished the basic model of the Engines, which i'm going to have some lovely banter with the other person the bossman decided to provide input on. Because of the uncertainty of how that is going to look and fit when it's finished, we have to hold off on the Chassis for a little longer until we figure out what's going on there. Life support systems, simple enough. Oxygen Scrubbers, put together the dampeners, the biggest part which is next is most likely the power-core.
Do you have any experience with power systems? It's capacitance galore, i'm sure it'll be easy enough to figure out. Mind if I put you on working with that part of the system for a little while? I'll be making my rounds on all the parts eventually, although it'd be excellent if that could be started while other areas are being worked on as well.
I'll order in the shield and thruster, although since this is going to be an awkward hybrid of things, i'd think we should have a special core attached to the thing. Of course nothing that my sister could make, although that wouldn't fit in something like this anyways.
As for the generation method, I think that a standard H-Fuel system would be the easiest to deal with on a day to day basis. Probably the easiest to setup as well. We'll take a look after the preliminary build and see if we can make any improvements when it's done. Sound alright?"
Crossing her arms, looking at the man in front of her.
Two weeks passed. Thankfully some good progress was made in the time alloted to the workers, Jessica lazily ordering people around. The point of interest was actually making good headway.
Jessica pacing through the hallway as she eyed some more boards welded into the system. Thankfully this was a smaller vessel, taking much less time than a Capital would take to put together. Heck, designing it took more time than this last part would. The construction finally opened up to the zero-gravity exposure to space to finish up the remainder.
Progress: 80%
The female wondered when her 'employer' would show up again, having been a while since she's seen him. Probably doing something borderline stupid. Luckily he was smart enough to get away with it too.
Well, all that needed to be installed now was the final touches. This won't take long. Letting out a breath, the female approaches the vessel and starts to get to work again.
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