“Hi...Hello Leviathan”
Ivan sits up so fast that he dislodges himself from the control chair where he has been slouching for too long.
“Can you hear me?”
The voice is a gruff whisper in front of a wall of static.
“Ivan, we are receiving audio from an unregistered source – calculated distance to the transmitter is within a radius of 200 metres.”
Ivan checks the Leviathan’s dimensions from the drawing on the screen: her body is 97 metres long – the OLS is 175 metres long.
After searching the console in front of him he flips a switch to allow open communications.
“Who are you?” he asks the airwaves.
“Hello Leviathan. Can you hear me?”
“Can you fine tune this Trinny?”
“Ivan, I don’t have permission to open communications with an unregistered source”
“Trinny, somebody must be awake in the hold – I need to speak to them.”
“Ivan, no one is awake in the hold: all diagnostics indicate systems normal.”
Ivan clenches his jaw and forces himself to breath normally.
“In that case Trinny, somebody is awake outside, possibly on or in the OLS; I need open communications for reasons of Mission Safety – check you fucking regulations and open communications.”
“Ivan, specify Mission Safety clause”
“If someone is in the OLS they could jeopardise system integrity – one spark and we will be vaporised in the explosion.”
Ivan sits up so fast that he dislodges himself from the control chair where he has been slouching for too long.
“Can you hear me?”
The voice is a gruff whisper in front of a wall of static.
“Ivan, we are receiving audio from an unregistered source – calculated distance to the transmitter is within a radius of 200 metres.”
Ivan checks the Leviathan’s dimensions from the drawing on the screen: her body is 97 metres long – the OLS is 175 metres long.
After searching the console in front of him he flips a switch to allow open communications.
“Who are you?” he asks the airwaves.
“Hello Leviathan. Can you hear me?”
“Can you fine tune this Trinny?”
“Ivan, I don’t have permission to open communications with an unregistered source”
“Trinny, somebody must be awake in the hold – I need to speak to them.”
“Ivan, no one is awake in the hold: all diagnostics indicate systems normal.”
Ivan clenches his jaw and forces himself to breath normally.
“In that case Trinny, somebody is awake outside, possibly on or in the OLS; I need open communications for reasons of Mission Safety – check you fucking regulations and open communications.”
“Ivan, specify Mission Safety clause”
“If someone is in the OLS they could jeopardise system integrity – one spark and we will be vaporised in the explosion.”
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2 comments:
great stuff.....
i'd say being vaporized trumps the fucking regulations any day.
but, ya never know...
Harlequin: How would this species survive without Health & Safety?
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