RP Log: A Walk on the Hull
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- High Energy Physics Lab <USS Phoenix NCC-170100-A>
- The labs aboard the vessel have similar design queues to one another, but each is configured for a slightly different purpose. This particular lab has evidence of studies in high energy physics with stations specifically designed to aid in that particular branch of the physical sciences. There are a number of stations along the back wall, each of which can be devoted to a specific experiment or study project. A black, glossy panelling runs along the bulkheads at shoulder height near the entry door, allowing access to the LCARS interface, and tracers set into the bulkheads close to the ceiling indicate the current alert status.
Ramirez enters the High Energy Physics lab at a slow walking pace. He clearly wasn't expecting a crowd. In his hands, a PADD. He appeared to be going over notes, but THAT immediately stops. "Oh. Lieutenant, Admiral. Didn't realize you all were using the lab." He raises his hand in an apology and turns to go.
Svetzvani turns toward the door when Hauser enters and starts in surprise. Her eyes shift quickly around the room. "Should I be wearing protective gear in here?" she asks worriedly.
Hauser laughs, looking radiant. "O no ma'am, you're just fine. This is the future of Starfleet EVA gear." She slithers out of the suit. "Hi Cris, check it out! This is Ensign Cris Ramirez. He helped me design this."
Ramirez stops. He goes from looking like he's wondering if he's interrupted to something like a 12 year old on Christmas morning in a span of 2 seconds. "Jessica!!! You did it!!" Very quickly, he looks to the admiral. "Oh, admiral! No. Just...no high energy scanning." He looks back to Hauser. "Is this it?!"
EVA Suit Prototype The suit is matte black and slim lined in design, sleeker and glossier than Starfleet EVA gear of the past century. The surface is a textured tight-woven material, and the helmet topping the suit is a sleek, slim futuristic design finishing in a transparent visor that can cover the face of the wearer.
"When I saw you in that suit," Svetzvani says. "I thought maybe I shouldn't be in here without something similar." She smiles at Ramirez and says, "We've met, Lieutenant. How are you, Ensign?"
Hauser grins. "I was just getting a little exercise in it. It clocks in at 17 kilos, down from the standard 20, and it has right around 3 hours of air, not 2. best we could do."
Ramirez nods to the admiral, and adopts a slightly more formal posture. "I'm well, sir! Thanks again for letting me tour your ship, admiral. Honestly, that was a wonderful evening."
He looks over to Hauser, head shaking. "Compromise is part of design. We lowered mass by a few kilos, and we added 50% more breathable air. I call that a huge evolution." He fairly beams. "Lieutenant. This is /exactly/ what I was picturing. It's light enough that we can regularly put personnel in them in any kind of breach or enter scenario." He grows serious. "We've probably saved lives, Lieutenant."
Svetzvani peers at the new suit. "Has it been tested yet?" she asks.
Hauser is still grinning. "No one works alone, Ensign. You asked if we could improve the suits. I have good engineers who made it happen. Now, I've sync'd it's comms, run the diagnostic scans and materials analysis, and been to the 0G lab. And so, as someone I think the world of would say at this moment, the suit she must be tested in real vacuum conditions. And the tester is gonna be me." She winks. "I plan a spacewalk along the hull."
Ramirez nods. "You want some company? Always use the buddy system." He grins. "Besides. I want to be there."
Hauser nods. "Of course. Why don't you grab a pilot suit if it works apart from a fighter or something, and meet me at the starboard airlock. I have command uplink access to the ship," she taps her remote, "and we'll make this happen."
Ramirez huhs. "Sure. I'll get suited up. And, actually, Lieutenant? This system is, in a way, a perfect field test. We know how high the particle radiation levels are here, after all. We get inoculated per SOP, but maybe we can mount some radiation sensors on whatever you wear under. We can get a good read on whether we've heavily impacted the radiation protection, and how much, in a known high radiation environment in the real world."
Hauser nods. "Good idea. We'll meet in the airlock after the inoculations, and I have some rad count sensors I can bring along.
Ramirez nods. "Excellent. Which airlock...?"
Hauser says, "Starboard side. Deck ... 10. Unless I'm having a brain fart." She heads out, almost, but not quite, skipping."
- Starboard Airlock - Saucer <USS Phoenix NCC-170100-A>
- This airlock is used to connect the ship to another vessel or a starbase, providing access between them and this vessel without any of the concerns posed by the vacuum of space. It is not designed for extended stays; devoid of any furnishings apart from a single LCARS panel and a single overhead lighting panel, as well as being only large enough for three or four people at a time. Crew trained in EVA procedures can also use this room to exit the ship, allowing for manual inspections of the hull.
- Atmospheric pressure: 101.32 kPa
Ramirez wanders in, wearing his flight suit. "All set...?"
Lieutenant Hauser (PhxAux): ready? And you read me, check? That thing looks clumsy!
Ramirez (PhxAux): Already bashing the old generation of tech. No respect for the grey lady of EVA technology. Heh. Comm check 5 x 5.
Lieutenant Hauser (PhxAux): damned straight. *chuckles. Ok, starting depressurization cycle. The bridge has been informed.
Ramirez (PhxAux): Check, el-tee. My suit is green.
Ramirez raises his fingers, making an okay sign as the air gets sucked away. He watches Hauser closely for signs of hypoxia.
Lieutenant Hauser lowers the visor on EVA Suit Prototype (49117).
Ramirez asks, over the local LOS radio, "Jessica. You okay in there...? I'm gonna ask a lot since this is an initial test."
Hauser gives the thumbs up sign and nods.
Lieutenant Hauser (PhxAux): egressing
Lieutenant Hauser goes Out.
Ramirez (PhxAux): Check, el-tee.
- Asteroid Field HK52653
- The vastness of space; cold, dark, deadly.
Lieutenant Hauser (PhxAux): Very nice. Come walk up the hull with me. I kinda wanna see something.
Ensign Ramirez floats out of the starboard airlock on deck 10 of Phoenix, into space. His little nav beacon blinks slowly.
Ramirez (PhxAux): Roger that. Following you along the hull.
Hauser begins walking, easy does it, up the slope of Phoenix's saucer hull. Occasionally, she uses a mag line lock on her suit to shimmy up one of the more vertical surfaces.
Ramirez follows along, far enough away that he doesn't interfere in anything Hauser might do or test, close enough to assist if a sudden emergency takes place.
Lieutenant Hauser (PhxAux): Ok, let's see if this works
Ramirez (PhxAux): Log note: Lt. Hauser is walking along the hull and using a magline as a safety measure. Her suit appears fine externally.
Lieutenant Hauser (PhxAux): Damn, and I was hoping I could scrape off that carbon scoring while I was out here. No dice. Someone remind me to suggest a few things for the next iteration of the hyperspanner.
Ramirez (PhxAux): *chuckles* Ah, well. Just more excuse to get out and see space. I love it out here.
Lieutenant Hauser makes her way farther up the slope of the primary hull. Choosing her arrival point with care, she arrives on the fore edge of the primary disk, above the bridge, away from the deflector dishes and comms antennae. Given the starship's orientation, she's looking away from the asteroids below and out into deep space.
Ramirez follows along, again giving her enough distance that she's operating alone, but close enough to intervene in any kind of emergency. Still. Inside his flight suit, his head turns ands he peers out into the majesty of the starfield.
Ramirez (PhxAux): This never gets old.
Lieutenant Hauser (PhxAux): What do you think, Ramirez? We don't often see space like this. Tempting to cruise down to the asteroids in suits, but they're hundreds of thousands of kilometers away.
Ramirez (PhxAux): *chuckles* Yeah, it's all distorted out here, isn't it? Our sense of scale. Seems like you can reach out and touch things that are farther away than any point measured to any other point on Earth.
Lieutenant Hauser (PhxAux): Yeah, that's the thing. Our transporter beams have a range of 3 million kilometers. We're about half a million kilometers from the asteroids. And we're used to doing distances like that in ships, which takes away any sense of scale. But out here, you get your scale back.
Ramirez moves right up next to Lieutenant Hauser, even with her on the hull.
Ramirez (PhxAux): My mother, she always said I was 'doomed to be a hopeless romantic.' I suppose she was right. I get overwhelmed, out here. It touches me. Reminds me why I joined Starfleet. *chuckles.* Aww. You're getting me started, Lieutenant.
Lieutenant Hauser (PhxAux): No worries. Hey, I'm gonna mute up for a minute. There's um, something I'd like to record for someone back in the AQ. She grins behind her slimmer visor.
Ramirez gives a thumbs up to Hauser.
Hauser begins configuring her tricorder. She adds, "Hope you don't mind being in the picture?" She taps a last control. "Love these gloves. You can feel more."
Ramirez shakes his head, and gives a thumbs up. "Not at all. Record away. And....I wanna try that thing at some point, Lieutenant. I'm jealous."
Lieutenant Hauser (PhxAux): There, got that recorded. How you doing, Chris?
Ramirez (PhxAux): I'm good to go, Lieutenant. Better question is...how are you? Any hypoxia symptoms?
Hauser begins walking away from the forward edge of the disk, back along the hull.
Lieutenant Hauser (PhxAux): Doing fine, Ensign. How's that suit of yours holding up.
Ramirez (PhxAux): One thing the flightsuit does right is...has lots of air. Has to, to give the rescue personnel time to get there. You just....are forced to float. The new EVA suit? That has combat implications. It's light enough that you can think about putting people in them in situations that are dangerous.
Lieutenant Hauser (PhxAux): *laughs* You've been hanging around Commander Worthington. But you're probably not wrong.
Ramirez follows along, behind, keeping a close eye on Hauser as she goes.
Ramirez (PhxAux): Well. My actual job *is* tactical and security. I....there's a lot of time I regret not going down an engineering track. All my extensions were engineering and science. It should have been a clue for me.
Hauser moves aft and down, now on the stardrive hull. Her ultimate destination may not be obvious yet.
Ramirez continues following along, roughly five meters behind Hauser as they go. Every 20 meters, or so, he resets a maglock on a line on the hull. Safety first.
Hauser comes to a stop somewhere near an aftermost viewport around deck 34. She maglocks her boots to a natural lip on the hull where plates join, an extra magline securing her to the relatively speaking vertical surface of the starship.
Lieutenant Hauser (PhxAux): You still talking with pilots about desirable flight suit mods?
Ramirez comes to a stop five meters to the side, and resets the maglock anchor on the hull. He tests its security with a sharp tug.
Ramirez (PhxAux): Yeah. I'll assemble a list here in the next day or two. Getting people to answer is like herding cats.
Lieutenant Hauser (PhxAux): *chuckles. Those are mostly ranking officer's you're talking about, Mister. better watch yourself or one of them will send you out for a space test without a nice suit. ... Like mine. She winks and grins.
Ramirez (PhxAux): Well, then they are...highly ranked cats?
- Air supply remaining: 8 hours, 51 minutes, and 50 seconds**
Ramirez (PhxAux): Okay, LT. I'm down to 85% air. Air check. Let's make sure there's no leaks.
Lieutenant Hauser (PhxAux): No air leaks for you. Now scan me.
You scan Hauser with Tricorder (52570).
USS Phoenix NCC-170100-A (PhxAux): Phoenix to away team, our status monitors are showingLieutenant Hauser with approximately 6 minutes of air remaining.
Ramirez (PhxAux): Roger, Phoenix. Making our way back immediately.
Lieutenant Hauser (PhxAux): Right. Dammit. I'll be taking this thing into the lab. But it's a good design.
Ramirez points to the airlock with a hand, then makes a throat-slit gesture and points at Hauser.
Hauser heads for the starboard airlock, not waiting any time, but not being stupid, either.