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guys behind me. "She indicated that she might be a danger to our healer, so these three acted as if that was so." "I see, it was a test. And they passed." "You all did, you yourself did not freeze or something but distance yourself from the potential enemy immediately." "Yeah, Emil told me to do so." "Which is why he passed as well." "This is a fun place to be!" "That's the spirit, healer!"
And so the rounds continued. A healer on medical rounds was really just like that: I walked slowly to a place: crew quarters, bridge, game room, shared quarters, training, infirmary and closing the circle in the mess hall. Round and round I went, stopping at each place for a bit, just being present, talking to whomever was there and not occupied before continuing.
The third time I came through the shared sleeping quarters, three cots were occupied. The other two cadets had been released from marching it seemed, and they lay in their cots like dead - the soft moaning kinda betrayed their act. I was about to just pass through, but then I reconsidered. I was after all on my medical rounds and the two were likely in some sort of distress. So I approached them, stood between their cots and asked if they needed any medical assistance. Both mumbled no, get lost. I shrugged and complied. Lindan was watching me with a mostly hard set face, but before he could hide it I saw his mouth twitching a bit, like it wanted to smile against his will. Good sign right there.
Supper time came and was announced by the whole crew gravitating towards the mess hall. So I gravitated with them, mixing in, it seemed like a good idea. The mess hall was a large room with long tables and rows of chairs at each table. I counted 60 places in there - with maximally 48 people on board, 27 crew and 21 in the shared quarters. Today we were 25, 21 crew (myself included), the Drill-lieutenant and the 3 cadets. The 3 other cadets. Those ended up sitting at one of the long tables in the back half of the room all by themselves, while the rest of us filled the tables in the front half of the room. They seemed to be mostly silent, while we were chatting and laughing. Even the Drill-lieutenant allowed himself a smile every now and then, I saw him at another table with his face towards me.
We eat.
Our departure was right after dinner, I was summoned to the bridge. "It is tradition for a new crew member to witness their first spacetime in the bridge, where the view is second to best. Only weapons wizards are allowed in the turrets, so normally people do not see much of space at all." The Commander said. "Stand there beside the wall behind the captain's chair." I did, looking forward to seeing what was going to happen. 'You know that this is not why you're here, don't you?' asked the Commander telepathically. 'Of course, sir. You are giving me the first bits of experience that I can later use on my own commands.' 'Exactly. Pay attention.' As if he needed to tell me that. The captain suddenly needed to scratch his nose and got us off the planet.
"All stations ready?" he yelled. Yelled, because navigation, communication, shields and engines were each in separate rooms in the larger bridge area. The bridge itself was known as the core bridge. A navigreen, yellow, blue and red light flashed on the captain's control orb, indicating readiness of all areas. "Okay. Navigation, plot us a course into orbit. Sub-light engines, get us there gently." In the screen, I could see the barracks falling away and suddenly became overwhelmingly dizzy. I supported myself at the wall, trying to control myself and keep myself from toppling over. The movement in the screen visibly slowed, then stopped.
"Engines, what is the problem?" "Sir, I am being overridden and am no longer in control over the engines!" The engine wizard had a quizzing undertone in her voice however, like she suspected what was causing the problem. The captain turned and looked at me, just in time to see me straighten up again, still a
And so the rounds continued. A healer on medical rounds was really just like that: I walked slowly to a place: crew quarters, bridge, game room, shared quarters, training, infirmary and closing the circle in the mess hall. Round and round I went, stopping at each place for a bit, just being present, talking to whomever was there and not occupied before continuing.
The third time I came through the shared sleeping quarters, three cots were occupied. The other two cadets had been released from marching it seemed, and they lay in their cots like dead - the soft moaning kinda betrayed their act. I was about to just pass through, but then I reconsidered. I was after all on my medical rounds and the two were likely in some sort of distress. So I approached them, stood between their cots and asked if they needed any medical assistance. Both mumbled no, get lost. I shrugged and complied. Lindan was watching me with a mostly hard set face, but before he could hide it I saw his mouth twitching a bit, like it wanted to smile against his will. Good sign right there.
Supper time came and was announced by the whole crew gravitating towards the mess hall. So I gravitated with them, mixing in, it seemed like a good idea. The mess hall was a large room with long tables and rows of chairs at each table. I counted 60 places in there - with maximally 48 people on board, 27 crew and 21 in the shared quarters. Today we were 25, 21 crew (myself included), the Drill-lieutenant and the 3 cadets. The 3 other cadets. Those ended up sitting at one of the long tables in the back half of the room all by themselves, while the rest of us filled the tables in the front half of the room. They seemed to be mostly silent, while we were chatting and laughing. Even the Drill-lieutenant allowed himself a smile every now and then, I saw him at another table with his face towards me.
We eat.
Our departure was right after dinner, I was summoned to the bridge. "It is tradition for a new crew member to witness their first spacetime in the bridge, where the view is second to best. Only weapons wizards are allowed in the turrets, so normally people do not see much of space at all." The Commander said. "Stand there beside the wall behind the captain's chair." I did, looking forward to seeing what was going to happen. 'You know that this is not why you're here, don't you?' asked the Commander telepathically. 'Of course, sir. You are giving me the first bits of experience that I can later use on my own commands.' 'Exactly. Pay attention.' As if he needed to tell me that. The captain suddenly needed to scratch his nose and got us off the planet.
"All stations ready?" he yelled. Yelled, because navigation, communication, shields and engines were each in separate rooms in the larger bridge area. The bridge itself was known as the core bridge. A navigreen, yellow, blue and red light flashed on the captain's control orb, indicating readiness of all areas. "Okay. Navigation, plot us a course into orbit. Sub-light engines, get us there gently." In the screen, I could see the barracks falling away and suddenly became overwhelmingly dizzy. I supported myself at the wall, trying to control myself and keep myself from toppling over. The movement in the screen visibly slowed, then stopped.
"Engines, what is the problem?" "Sir, I am being overridden and am no longer in control over the engines!" The engine wizard had a quizzing undertone in her voice however, like she suspected what was causing the problem. The captain turned and looked at me, just in time to see me straighten up again, still a
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