The Starscape

[Desmond Heart]

The Starscape, Desmond Heart's "Flagship" Vessel, was as it's namesake denotes, the very original, first laid hull of the Starscape-Class Yacht class built by Eleaor Propulsion after the Prototype "Visionary" built by the notorious GO-TO. When Desmond first laid eyes on her, he knew that he would have her. And, pulling strings almost as powerful as those of GO-TO, had her to himself in a matter of months.



Above, an image of the exterior of the craft.

Below, a blueprint of the craft.



Original Specs:
Maximum Speed: 800 Km/h
Hyperdrive Rating: Class 1
Armament: 2 Light Laser Cannons, 2 Medium Laser Cannons
Crew: 14
Passengers: 12
Cargo: 50 tons
Consumables: 6 months

After a few years of ownership under a man like Desmond Heart however, craft have a tendency to undergo... modifications. With the implimentation of an advanced VI system aboard the craft, it almost completely eliminates the need for a large crew. With an increased presence of droids aboard the craft, the requirement is further reduced. With the integration of a full control panel that can be raised from the floor, or stowed in the floor, before the command chair, Desmond can decide to have two full time pilots as well as two gunners all on his bridge set out before him, or manually pilot the Starscape by himself almost as thought it were a huge, incredibly expensive starfighter.

Friends in high places, are just that.

New Specifications after Modification:

Maximum Speed: 700 Km/h (Reduced due to weapons upgrades. When weapons are not in use, the Starscape will increase it's speed to 800 Km/h.
Hyperdrive Rating: Class 1
Armament: 2 Light Laser Cannons, 2 Heavy Laser Cannons.
Crew: (Required) 1. (Optional) 14.
Passengers: 12
VI Activated: James

Due to the fact that the Starscape is NOT the Visionary, this craft is incapable and unequipped with a Cloaking Device.

[Desmond Heart]

OOC: Continued from ierpg.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=rhenvar&thread=999&page=3#22841

Desmond, followed by Vox, make their way to the kitchen of the Starscape, as they go, they can hear the manly voice of James leading Loranos to the same location... the kitchen. After saving both their lives, Desmond couldn't help but admit he was getting a bit hungry himself.

As James automatically opens the door for both Des and Vox, they see Loranos come into view, being led by the holographic image of James. Interestingly enough, Desmond had chosen his right hand man, John to be the image for James. As the three of them meet in the kitchen, Desmond beckons them to sit down at the island that sat in the middle of the kitchen.

"My apologies for making you wait for us Mr Loranos, business seldom moves quickly. However, as all of us are hungry, what would you two like to eat?"

[Loranos]

Loranos shook his head. It seemed weird that after he offered to cook, and yet he was asked for his opinion on what he wanted. Standing up, he went behind the counter and took whatever apron Desmond had for himself and begins to put it on himself.

"I would like to cook, I offered, I shall cook…. Thank you very much"

Removing his Leather gloves, Loranos washed his hand before locating rubber gloves and washing his hands again. Then moving to the fridge and Pantry, Loranos pulled out, Iceberg lettuce, Tomatoes, Carrots, Croutons, a couple eggs, different oils, and a Manama fruit. while mixing the different solids, Loranos took the oils and the Manama and created a Manama vinaigrette. moving to the wine cabinet, Loranos picked out an 11 year old Chenin Blanc. removing the cork, Loranos poured a small glass to test for himself. taking a sip, Loranos nodded and presented the two on the other side with salad dishes with a small container of the vinaigrette. then pouring both a glass of the Blanc, Loranos smiled.

"Thank you for waiting, First course, Salad with a manama vinaigrette paired with an 11 year old Chenin Blanc."

For the second course, Loranos began by returning to the fridge and pantry. Finding different fish and a bag of shari Loranos returned to his station. starting off by rinsing the rice, Loranos began to cook.

'exact measurements, we do not want dough…'

once the water boiled, Loranos turned down the heat and began to make his combinations of fish. finding the cucumber, crab and avocado, Loranos put the ingredients aside to make an Alderaan roll. over to the side, Loranos began cutting up Eel, octopus, and squid before returning to the rice. when it was ready and seasoned, Loranos placed the Eel, octopus, and squid on mounds of rice to create Nigiri, and rolled the Alderaan rolls in the Makizushi Tradition. after deciding on presentation, and Loranos' signature Eel sauce was made, and small cups of a milky white liquid were poured out, the trays, saucers and cups were set before those that Loranos was serving.

"thank you for waiting, Second Course, Sushi with eel sauce, paired with Sake."

Then came time for Loranos' signature dish. While removing the numa from the bone, Loranos began making a paprika sauce. after cooking the numa to the peak of flavor. then, Expertly crafting the presentation on the plate before returning to the wine cabinet to find a 9 year old Château de Isshu - Le Baron de Unova. pouring a test glass for himself, Loranos nearly wilted at the Robust bouquet of this wine. once the wines were crafted,

"Sorry to keep you waiting. Main Course, Paprika Chicken, paired with a 9 year old Château de Isshu. Enjoy"

returning to his area, Loranos saw he was efficient in his preparation. seeing no portions of his food left for him. he checked what was in the fridge

"there is a nerf steak…. I will save it for another day."

Turning to the cupboard, Loranos found key ingredients, and Crafted himself a Peanut butter and Jelly sandwich on white bread, paired with a nice sparkling red Grape juice.

[Desmond Heart]

Desmond smiles, nodding politely at his guests willingness to cook for both himself and Vox. Enjoying his meal mightily, with the occasional glance at a readout that had an updated input from James, he seems to constantly be receiving a message from either his onboard VI, or from one of his contacts.

"That was excellent Mr Loranos, excellent indeed."

Patting his belly gratefully, Desmond looks to Vox.

"What did you think of the meal Miss Vox? I must admit, if you keep this up I might just hire this man as my personal chef instead of an agent!"

[Trynna Vox]

Course one...delectable.

Course two...divine....

Main course? Frickin' fabulous!!

Overall? BUUUURP!! Yep. It was delicious.

"Heh, excuse me. Quite good, indeed! I say we keep him around for his culinary talents alone. What else can ya do, Barney?"

Tryn picked up her wine glass, and drained the contents that remained. She then picked up her napkin, dabbed her lips, hiccuped, and grinned sheepishly.

"Woops. 'Scuze me again..."

Sitting back in the chair, she heaved a sigh, and looked at the remnants of the peanut butter n jelly sammich being consumed by Loranos. She wondered why he ate something so simple, when he was able to cook so divinely......

"What's up with the PBJ?" Curiosity, and the two large glasses of wine, had the better of her this time. She didn't drink all that often. In fact, she much preferred herbal remedies. This time, while she was not drunk by any means, it was definitely warming up her belly. It was also loosening up her tongue, and also relaxing her dislike for Loranos. Then again, the meal did much to help that as well....

Wait a minute....He had a simple sandwich, while feeding them a really nice meal...what was up here? Did he slip something into the food??

"Seriously...why are you eating something that we aren't? The meal was amazing, but was it supposed to fool us when you slipped something into it??" Her curiosity had spawned extreme suspicion. Perhaps the entire thing was a ruse so he could take the ship from Desmond. "I swear to Anaxilea that if you did...there is an airlock with your name on it."

[Loranos]

As Loranos was removing plates to wash in the sink, the first of the questions he heard was asked. more about him and his credentials. figuring this was as good of as time as any, Loranos shrugged and began to explain.

"You could call me a Jack-of-all-trades if you'd like, i wouldn't though. I just finished my bachelor degree program WITH honors, after 9 years last semester. I have degrees in Aerospace engineering, and Business(emphasis in Management), With Minors in Culinary arts, and Philosophy. But you know, although I try, i am not as good being behind the business end of a weapon."

Then came the difficult questions. Loranos dropped his flute of sparkling juice as the accusations of tainting the food came lofting toward him. It was absolutely absurd. for the most reason that he really wasn't that hungry, or that the supplies were beginning to run low, and portions for two instead of three would certainly extend what supplies the ship had until they got to the next planet with a Grocer's shop.

Then a thought slipped through his head of a saying one of his professors told him… but the notion floated out as soon as it passed, for it seemed that the words seemed to change from how he thought he remembered it, to how he knew he remembered it… so the notion was removed from his train of thought before it hit his lips.

"Well to be honest, I wasn't really all that hungry." A bold faced lie as my stomach roared for more than a simple sandwich to sate my hunger. "Ok… Traitor… To be honest, I made a small miscalculation of portion size when i began cooking. I focused on getting your food prepped before I made something for myself to eat. Through my studies i focused less on making enough that there were leftovers, but more so portion size and presentation. And i have a tendency to not count myself when cooking for others since most times i am just a faceless man in the kitchen."

Hoping this would sate the girls questions, Loranos took out one of the remaining pieces of numa, and prepped himself a sloppier version of the Paprika chicken that he had cooked for the others. he followed all the same procedures, though it looked like Loranos had slopped it on a plate instead of crafting it ever so delicately, like he had for the people he was serving.

Taking a bite, he savored the chicken before speaking. "See Red-b, everything is safe. not trying to drug you or the captain here."

Then a random comment came out. "if you intend to keep me around, can we make a stop to Coruscant after I get the Roots i need from Almar? … there is a project that I had worked on in my Capstone, that I don't want people uncovering."

[Desmond Heart]

Desmond smiles slightly as Vox brings up the idea of a betrayal, knowing that the moment she'd said it and brought up the accusation James had put the entire ship on lockdown. As Loranos does away with those fears, the sudden red dot that had appeared on the door from the kitchen and into the rest of the ship disappears, allowing it to be opened again.

"Thank you, for your perceptions Miss Vox, and thank you Mr Loranos for allaying those fears quickly. I would frankly hate for James to take... defensive action."

Standing up, Desmond shakes Loranos's hand appreciatively for the fine meal.

"Now that we are all well fed thanks to Mr Loranos, Miss Vox if you would like to join me on the bridge for the hyperspace jump you are welcome to do so. And Mr Loranos, if you wish to join us you may as well."

Turning from the two, Desmond walks towards the bridge, chatting with James about something the scanners had picked up.

[Trynna Vox]

Her fears were assuaged for now....seeing as no one had keeled over, or passed out yet, so Lor's story seemed to be legit. Besides, Trynna was honestly in the stage of alcohol-induced happiness that didn't allow for grudges to be held at the moment.

So, she chilled.

Desmond excused himself for the bridge, and offered to let the two of them follow. That actually worked out as she could lay out her ideas for the norris root they were going to pick up. She had some other ideas too, ideas that could make the 'crew' of the Starscape some money, beyond that of the obvious quick cash for the sale of the dyeing agent.

"Hey, boss...what about medicinal herbs? We can set up a small greenhouse on the Starscape, and grow some plants that are hard to come by....What would you think about that?

Besides, never know what kind of information might come our way if we sell them to everyone." Her mind was always working, and if Desmond was as well-off as what he projected...well, he could fund a few ideas she had, and make a decent profit in the process.

Not to mention, she could keep tabs on some of the teams and factions out there....A few extra side credits could be made from the bits and pieces of the information if they went to the right hands.....

[Desmond Heart]

Desmond turns away from a holoscreen full of information as Vox reenters the bridge area and nods to her, lifting an arm and pointing to the chair she'd made of before with an open hand. Sitting back once she'd made her place Desmond takes his usual position, sitting with his elbows on the rests, and his fingers interwoven across him in a general, thoughtful manner.

"Indeed? I must admit that my thoughts had drifted into similar areas with the opportunities. However, if they bring the fruit that I plan them to, we will not for very long have adequate room aboard the Starscape for the project."

Smiling at the thought, Desmond takes a moment, collecting his thoughts.

"Have you come up with a reasonable business front to begin a more regular export of the root? Speaking of which... "

Looking down to his console, he taps a single, dully pulsing switch that activates a holo between the two of them. Swiftly manifesting into the image of an Aurek-Class Tactical Strike Starfighter.

"This is what I plan to give you as your ship for the time being. It is an un-modified Republic Starfighter, if you have any history with the Republic Naval forces in any way you will recognize it immediately. Due to the Republic's lovely "Sell instead of fix" scenario that they've been pulling for years I've been able to come across a few of these ships that had in my opinion somewhat easily fixed repairs that they sold me for cheap. If you're interested, you will be able to make yourself at home with it when we reach Coruscant."

[Loranos]

'Its amazing how an empty room can transform into a stage on demand for an psuedo-aside.'

Loranos nodded to himself as he began to put back the supplies he had used to their precise positions. This place was cushy… but he felt it didn't quite fit right for the well learned man. For the skills he possessed, he had been "offered" to be kept around as a chef and probably at a pay grade below what he could make if he went and applied his learnings into proper fields, like designing new ships, or figuring out how to get a class 1 hyperdrive to fit in a ship 1/8th the size of a Battlecruiser.

'and lets not even get started talking about how much i could make if I went back to my gambling habits.'

Looking around for the magic button that would activate the coms and alert everyone to his words, Loranos removed a special device attached to his hip… it looked like some new aged com/datapad… and the symbols on it related to a constant communication link that was currently down and that there was some connection error. He didn't care anymore… it would only attempt to call once every half hour, fail and attempt to reset systems.

No… right now he needed to tell someone what he was saying, and he didn't quite care who, so Loranos attempted to write a brief algorithm for the lights that would darken the lights, but raise the lights that could shine on him, giving him a "Spotlight". If Desmond or Trynna attempted to watch the holo records of Lor's time alone, it may very well appear like a monologue on stage. But Loranos knew exactly who he was talking to, an old friend whom he had not seen for some time, and whom Loranos suspected was no longer around.

"Hello old friend,… its been a long while.

i know i said i would keep in touch better, but can you blame me for the fact that every time i try to connect, something goes wrong… i AM trying. of course you still could be mad about Teera. I swear to the highest heavens that had i known that the combination between that body and the digital soul of his would cause him to corrupt and go berserk, i would not even have suggested the project to the think tank.

*chuckle*

I guess you are getting a good laugh these days if you are watching me. The man from Byron, who graduated with highest honors finds himself at mercy of passers by, and while he could have been making millions working for any shipwright, will be lucky if he gets kept around for small pay. And, the personnel aren't anything agreeable either. I still count you as one of the few who have seen my face since primary… and this mutual distrust will not bring any of the people closer to seeing my face from my own volition. I do not mean to be unduly crass… but i think the woman Trynna deserves the term that you gave me whenever i messed up. but i have made it basic to protect me from her fury.

Anyway, If i can, i will try and get this ship towards Coruscant. hopefully, if I can retrieve the Chōzen, perhaps you are still there guarding it, and we can reunite.

In your Nemodian Tongue

Ima wa sayōnara"

with that, Loranos watched the lights rise as he finished his work and prepared to rejoin the others. picking up the device it was still non functioning. but a speech bubble above the message brought a tear to his eye and a spring to his step as Loranos raced to re-join the others

::Aka-B, I forgive you Tera::

[Trynna Vox]

She was just about to say 'Yes, sir. I have a plan' when he brought up the holopic of the Aurek-class starfighter. It was sleek, and while not uncommon in the universe due to the Republic selling them off practically wholesale when they had run their time in the service, it was still a very nice looking ship....

It would need a few personal touches, though....first one being a paint job, for sure. The red just wasn't complimentary to her eyes.

"Wow! Thanks! I was wondering how I was gonna get from place to place...my last ship is...well, you know....kinda inoperable. That's a pretty fighter. I've seen them in action, but never flown one.

I tend to stick to freighters and light transports usually. Could never afford a starfighter."

Yeah....Right...she couldn't afford it....Most of the ships she'd had were stolen, and usually ended up like the 'Lickety Split'.....She was just always smart enough to know that grabbing a starfighter was an easy way to get caught. Freighters were easier to slip through a planetary orbital network...they tended not to draw as much attention as an armed starfighter.

"Anyway, we dont need a -lot- of room here on the Starscape. All we need is the port holding cells converted to a hydroponic growing facility. Its a very cheap startup to get rolling, and the norris root will earn us what we need to convert it. It would make sense...you can use the various cells that are already there as grow rooms...and we can control the conditions in each one of them from here. There is also plenty of room in the corridor outside of the cells for the general growing area.

With just what we have here on board, and with little modification, we should be able to make a buttload of credits."

Medicinal plants? Oh yes, this was something Tryn knew a pretty good deal about...but not because of reasons that you would think. During her travels, she spent some time employed at an illegal operation that grew several variations of deadly and intoxicating herbs....and had become quite familiar with how to run a small operation such as this. While it wasn't -quite- the same...the principles and knowledge would easily transfer over to legal avenues.

[Desmond Heart]

Desmond nods, a faint smile on his lips as her eyes light up at the projected image.

"Indeed, and when you wish for a more... diplomatic approach to a planet, I have regular freight haulers as well that you can easily be transported on as well."

Thinking about the opportunities, drawbacks, and everything else that went along with every business deal of his past, Desmond takes a moment pondering the give and take of the growth.

"Very well, I approve of your plans. We will be making our way into hyperspace for Almar shortly, I want you to have at least twelve growth areas prepped by the time we reach orbit of Alvar so that we can immediately bring in the soil and plantings. If you wish to enlist Loranos in the task, please do. The sooner we can get these growth pods ready, the sooner we start making money."

Smiling absently, a stray thought trailing its way through his mind as he looks at her, in the eyes, one last time. Turning away, his chair follows the motion he faces, turning him away from her and back to the front of the ship and his readouts.

"James, activate hyperdrive prep, and do the usual sensor scan for tracking beacons just in case. Both inside and out."

As he speaks, a subtle red flash flashes across the inside of the ship, an automated feature Desmond had had installed that could detect any unwanted tracking features of his passengers.

"As you were Miss Vox. We will be in hyperspace in five."

[Trynna Vox]

"Trynna, please. I never liked the 'Miss' or 'Ms' titles...they kinda annoy me. Anywho..I'm gonna go get things set up in the brig. Do I have permission to task James with a few minor tasks in the care of the plants? It would make things so much easier if he could simulate the light conditions that each plant is used to in the 'growing pods', along with using the sprinkler system to water them, should they require it."

Desmond gave her a nod and a smile, and she thanked him. Giving a mock salute, along with a genuine smile, she headed out of the bridge, toward the port brig area. About halfway there, near the central hub area of the ship, Trynna noticed Loranos making his way toward the bridge, and at a pretty good clip, no less.

"Whoa there, Sport, slow down...Cap'n is taking us into hyperspace, and we need to get set up to have a few of the plants where this 'norris root' stuff comes from, along with some others we will acquire later. Think you can help me out?"

It was more of a 'You are helping' type question...almost rhetorical. It wasn't that she intended it that way, but it was just the way she was....things came out as if there was really no choice in the matter, even if there was.

"C'mon, we are heading to the port brig. I don't know how much you really know about plants, but anything you know will help."

Reaching out, and attempting to grip his arm to turn him around to go along, Trynna headed for the port brig.

[Loranos]

Shrugging, Loranos followed behind the girl as the headed to the particular area. Loranos still did not know why they needed so much of the plant to "Grow their own" but he had learned about where the plants liked to grow. but then again, every time the opinion had been brought up, he was not present.

"I can give you my notes, but i still don't understand why we need this much space to grow plants… i only need three pounds of root to have enough dye to make a new set of robes."

Sighing, he checked his person for a small data card. feeding it into the ship's computer, a program filled the screen. it was a virtual checklist of conditions to find a norris root

* PH of 8-9.5
*latitude of 40-47 degrees north
*300-3000 feet above see level
*only harvestable in the dead of winter
*lack of local vegetation
*first harvest 6-10 year after planting
*harvestable every year
*harvested at quarter pound per tree

Loranos expected the face to drop at this. this was why he wore ratty clothing despite his intellect and wealth. He knew that unless he had the patience to grow his own, he would have to be careful, lest he strip the planet of such precious fauna.

But then assuming Trynna was not fazed by this data, Loranos sat down and began to code out several short algorithms to make most of the care for the plants automated. He remained silent even when initially asked the next question that was sure to be asked… mostly because he was having a philosophical conflict. On the one hand he knew that using the force to attempt to see outcomes of sporting event was morally wrong, was it as bad as taking a natural item beloved by the natural population of a planet and cheapening the plant by attempting to mass produce it? And, then again he still wasn't sure how he felt about the people he could possible be working with.

[Desmond Heart]

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"Interesting, I'm curious when they'll start bombarding the planet."

Tapping his communicator, Desmond opens a channel with his right hand man on the planet, John. It had been several days since he had last spoken with him ordering him to buy and set up a greenhouse facility. Since then, Desmond and Trynna had acquired 300 lbs of the incredibly expensive Norris Root. As well, they'd brought a dozen of the original specimen trees along with them, in the port cells of the ship, now literally transferred over into a literal garden of sorts with the supplies the locals of Almar had given them for the trees themselves.

Tapping in the authorization codes needed to fly into galactic city, the Starscapes automated system, James, takes over for Desmond as he reviews his newly acquired employees.

"Miss Vox, Mr Loranos, any plans for while we visit the Coruscant system?"

[Trynna Vox]

Lay low, and stay out of the Coruscanti underworld, that's for sure....

"Probably just relax and help you with whatever needs done, Boss. No real plans, I just knew the Norris Root would sell like hotcakes. I know a couple of merchants, and have a hundred pounds of the root sold already, and possibly another fifty pounds if they like it.

How long are we staying planetside, by the by?"

Trynna was by no means comfortable with being on Coruscant for any length of time. Indeed, there were several high-ranking members of the Coruscant underworld conglomerate that wanted her very dead....and being dead would -really- hurt her ability to continue living.

"There are a few places we could stop after Coruscant. I've heard of a strain of painkilling herb called Endorian Endo...most obviously grown in the Endor system, on the fourth moon. The Ewoks grow, harvest, and smoke it for a ton of ailments."

Yeah, Tryn...ailments....those little bipedal teddy bears smoked it, and got all kinds of kriffed up...no wonder their language was nothing but grunts and guttural noises....you know all about what Endorian Endo does, don't you?

"Maybe we can sell some of it to the medical facilities here on Coruscant when we get it? I'm sure they would be happy to try a non-chemical alternative to pain pills."

[Desmond Heart]

Desmond inwardly grins at the thought of having half of their product sold already and they hadn't even hit planetside yet. This woman... This Vox, was going to be incredibly useful. More then he'd at first imagined.

"Excellent news, most excellent. I suppose we will have to acquire more of this plant during our next visit. You've become quite the employee Miss Vox, keep it up and you will be handsomely rewarded, and then some."

Leaning towards Loranos, he smiles.

"And how about yourself my mysterious friend?"

[Loranos]

'Yeah, I am just going to blurt out I am going on my own to retrieve a highly classified document from the vault of an academy after sneaking into the casino where I got into this huge mess to retrieve stolen things of mine that I had put up as collateral the last time I was there…. NOT!!!'

Loranos stared into space just past Desmond as addressed him, The man payed attention to the man currently providing Loranos' transportation… for some reason, Loranos still did not trust him with straight talk, let alone his face… but then again, if the ship left without him, he would be on his own… not even his EEG based technology had cracked the code for interplanetary transportation. For now he needed a plausible reason for sneaking to a casino and then into the crypts of a university.

"Like I said before, I recently graduated… and I got a message from the board of curators that my lab needs to be cleared of my personal effects so that they can issue the space to the next batch of candidates."

[Desmond Heart]

Desmond smirks at the obvious cover, he'd seen and heard it all before in his younger days. Whatever Loranos was doing, it wasn't clearing his affects. But it wouldn't matter soon. Either Loranos would become open about who, and what he was, or Desmond would not have him aboard the Starscape. At best, he would make an agent of him on another world where he could keep an eye on him.

"Very well Mr Loranos. James, open comm to John please."

-John-
<Mr Heart, pleasant arrival I hope?>

"Yes John thank you, tell me, have you acquired what I requested?"

-John-
<Yes sir, I found a suitable accommodation as you requested on one of the orbital greenhouses, I found that a company called "Stars Forests" have several orbiting greenhouse skyhooks directly open to the suns rays, it seems their setup would be most appropriate to your needs.>

"Very well, when we return to the bar we can take a look at what you've found and the cost."

Looking to Trynna now, Desmond nods.

"We have some work to do young lady. Preparations, and plans."

Making it's way into Coruscant Orbit, the Starscape makes it's landing.

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[Desmond Heart]

::Transfer from Rhen Var: ierpg.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=rhenvar&thread=999&page=4#23604::

Boarding the Starscape, the cold wind flows at Desmond's back as he closes the landing ramp. It had been a while since he'd activated his most prized ship, and within, the lights lit up as he makes his way through the tall and well appointed halls. The lift systems sending bursts of warmth through the ship, warming the cool halls to an acceptable level.

As he makes his way through to his Bridge, Desmond taps another command into his wrist. As the dull thrum of the engines vibrate through the hull, swiftly calming from the activation of the dampeners throughout the ship the Starscape warms it's engines, preparing for spaceflight.

Sitting gingerly in the cold command chair, Desmond closes his eyes, enjoying the cool air as it's shuffled out of his command center, the subtle warmth brushing over his face as he rests back. It wasn't often that he was able to just sit back and relax. Entering a command in his chair, the automated caf dispenses a fresh steaming cup onto his cup holder. Taking a sip, Desmond opens his eyes as the blast doors in front of the bridge open, revealing the snowy landscape of Rhen Var before him.

Having made his way from the Quatermaster Quick Winds, John follows Desmonds' footsteps throughout the large Starscape. It had been a while since the two had seen each other, John on recon missions in the outer rim, as well as commanding the topside positions of Rhen Var. John walks over to Desmond, taking a proffered second cup of caf from his boss and sipping it quietly. Nodding with a smirk, John speaks.

"Sir, it's been a while since you were topside, I was beginning to wonder if you had gotten lost down there."

With his typical candor, Desmond smiles back.

"Not for very long, I never enjoyed vacations very much."

Taking his seat as Desmond looks on John quickly enters in his command information and takes the helm of the heavily automated craft. Lifting into the skies above Rhen Var, the Starscape breaks the atmosphere and shortly after, enters hyperspace.