Noah leaned comfortably on the command chair on the bridge. It takes them several hours to reach their destination. There was little to do throughout the flight, so he was able to relax and enjoy the ride. And he did. He remained on the bridge throughout the flight. He wanted to savor every moment and experience the voyage with all his senses. It's almost as if he has never sailed in space.
They entered the orbit of Kuafu IV and soon picked up the waiting Vulcans. Noah and Carol personally waited in the transport room to greet their science officer. He brought very little luggage with him, for the simple Vulcan didn't need much to begin with. Jeffrey looked like a typical representative of his race. He has a well-proportioned, always neutral facial expression that betrays no emotion. His hair was dark, almost black, and cut neatly horizontally from his forehead. Even the hair around his pointed ears was cut so that the ears could be seen. Apparently, Vulcans are proud of their ears, even though they claim to be completely emotionless. In fact, this is their most striking feature. They have controlled their emotions so perfectly over many generations that they have banished them so deep within themselves that they give the impression that they have no emotions. Their behavior is dictated entirely by logic. Therefore, on Vulcan for centuries there has been no behavior based on hatred, jealousy, jealousy or greed. Being free from the constraints of emotion makes their thinking very disciplined, allowing Vulcans to carry out multiple complex thought processes at the same time. Even the smallest Vulcan must learn this. Their structured logical thinking process enables them to absorb and master all kinds of knowledge infinitely. They are like walking encyclopedias covering a variety of different topics and a vast amount of knowledge. This is why the Vulcans have produced some of the best experts in every field of science. Otherwise, there are only a few representatives in the Vulcan fleet. Therefore, Noah was delighted to have a Vulcan as his scientific officer. And Jeffrey has proven his ability more than once. Although he is calm and rational, he can also be aloof in a way that can sometimes drive people crazy.
"Welcome back to the ship, Mr. Jeffrey," Noah greeted his officer. He didn't extend his hand, knowing that Vulcans avoid physical contact. The traditional Vulcan greeting is to separate the middle finger and ring finger to form a V shape, leaving a V-shaped gap in the middle. So Noah offered only a polite greeting, and Jeffrey responded with a curt nod.
"Did you have a nice and wonderful vacation?" Noah asked as the Vulcan descended the two steps to the teleporter platform and they left the room together. Although the captain realized that the Vulcan was not interested in small talk. To the Vulcans, this was not logical at all, and they saw no point in communicating about irrelevant topics. But Noah should still get used to being around people again who often do these illogical things.
"The plan is going as scheduled." Jeffrey showed very rigid logic as always.
Noah nodded. This is probably the Vulcan equivalent of the "Yes, the vacation was great and definitely relaxing." So what would a Vulcan say if he wanted to say he had a bad vacation? "Since you had such a great holiday, you should be getting into your work with enthusiasm and energy." Noah remained serious, removing all emotion from his voice. He wanted to tease the Vulcan, although such attempts were usually doomed to failure.
Jeffrey did not answer immediately, but first raised his right eyebrow. Jeffrey could at least hear in those words that for him, he wasn't giving his all in his recent job. However, because of the emotional issues involved in interpreting speech, Jeffrey only evaluated the actual words. This way he was lucky enough not to offend Noah with his outburst. "The vacation will not affect my ability to work," he finally replied.
Noah laughed. Given the discipline that Jeffrey displayed, he knew that nothing short of serious illness would affect his ability to work. "So I can see you on the bridge in two hours?"
"I'll be on time," the Vulcan assured, leaving no one in doubt.
The captain asked Jeffrey to return to his quarters so he could take a break. Apparently he didn't need to rearrange his life, after all he was already a member of the crew, and like everyone else he had a six-week hiatus on the ship. At least go and see what's going on. Although Jeffrey could have gone directly to the bridge, Noah insisted that he rest for at least two hours.
After Jeffrey walked toward his dormitory, Noah turned to Carol with a smile and said, "It feels so good to have the family reunited again."
She just nodded. She knows what Noah means and is looking forward to the upcoming cooperation with her colleagues. Yet she doesn't think of them as a family. She's not emotionally strong enough to form such a relationship, and she doesn't have a strong connection with her own family. She had never experienced a true sense of family, like people elsewhere. She prefers to keep her distance. In this way, her relationship with the crew returned to a state similar to that of her family.
Noah ordered the bridge to continue sailing. He didn't want to stay here too long. The Republic's next target is Starbase 478. There, they will pick up some scientists and two crew members before officially starting the mission.
Daisy angrily hit the console shell in front of her with her palms. There's something wrong with the damn system again. She obviously tested it before setting off, and everything was working normally at that time. And that was just a few days ago, and the technical quality is really not as good as it used to be. No wonder, after all, everything is getting smaller and there is more and more software inside.
She raised her head and looked around the mechanical room. There were three engineers present besides her, but they were too focused on their own tasks to notice her little outburst. This comforted her because as a leader, she actually wanted to be a good role model. It's not easy though.
The mechanical room is not a room in the traditional sense, it is more like a large living room, occupying almost the entire deck, separated by glass walls, technical consoles and thick walls. The three floors within the mechanical room vary in height, depending on the technology that needs to be housed between the ceiling of each floor and the floor of the next. Therefore, the height of these three floors is not much different from that of an ordinary four-story building. This makes the mechanical room appear a bit asymmetrical, but that doesn't matter here. It is important to ensure functionality and durability of all components.
At the center of the mechanical room is the warp core, the heart of the ship. It is a cylindrical structure, about two standard buildings high and three meters in diameter. In it, matter and antimatter are fused together in a controlled manner to power the entire ship. Since the warp drive requires the most energy, this structure is simply called the warp core. The official name is Matter-Antimatter Reactor, which sounds rather plain and is too long to communicate verbally. The warp core stands upright in the space, with two floors running through it surrounding the cylinder, each two floors approximately two meters apart. So, when you stand in front of the warp core and look up, you can see all the way to the highest ceiling at the top of the mechanical room. A full eleven meters high. The height of the room is just right for the size of the warp core. In the middle of the cylinder, there is a bridge across the higher floors, leading to a hatch in the cylinder. There is a holder that houses the dilution crystal, through which the convergence of matter and antimatter is controlled. Without these crystals, the two opposing elements would explode in a massive convergence, and the ship would disappear entirely. Because unstable antimatter reacts to any form of matter, it can only be stored through force fields. Crystals are the only material that can resist antimatter, although not completely. By having crystal layers of different thicknesses, the amount of reaction and energy production can be controlled.
At the lowest level of the mechanical room are the most important systems. This is also the main entrance. From this entrance, a wide passage leads directly to the warp core, which is two stories high. On the left side of this passage, there is an isolated space that serves as the chief engineer's office. Daisy was rarely seen there, though. She doesn't like to give instructions to others, but just takes the clues in coordination. This way of working is not suitable for her. She finds time to coordinate the work of a team of engineers, but also gets involved in tasks and gets her hands dirty. For her, only in this way can she calculate and grasp the workload of each job, and maintain enough proficiency to be able to handle it in an orderly manner anywhere in an emergency, rather than just theoretically knowing the situation. And, answering employees' questions comes naturally to her. After all, this is what a good leader should have.
The system she was working on now, while not critical, would be a nuisance if it wasn't functioning properly. Therefore, it must be repaired immediately. On the Republic, every system must run 100% normally, or even better. This is what she requires of herself.
She saw two engineers entering the mechanical room through a side door, talking. One of them was a tall young man with dark hair and a distinctive face. The other was a little shorter, well built, and in the prime of his life, as is often said. And both of them were brilliant engineers, in fact, all of her engineers were brilliant.
"Pike, Peggy," she called to the two men. They broke off their discussion and turned to her. When they recognized her, they approached quickly.
"Commander," Peggy nodded to her. He is the older of the two.
"Hey," Pike said casually. However, Daisy didn't mind this. She maintains less formal interactions with her colleagues and has more of a friendly relationship with them.
Daisy pointed to the screen monitor behind her. "The traction beam system is no longer working." She shook her head angrily, making her red hair flash.
"Impossible. The system just completed technical acceptance three days ago," Pei Ji replied in surprise. If Daisy didn't know him well enough, she might have thought that Peggy didn't have confidence in women's skills.
"Can I try it?" Pike said, walking over to his supervisor and over to the control panel. Daisy stepped aside slightly and watched as he deftly looked up the corresponding data and came to a conclusion. Judging by the look on his face, he came to the same conclusion as she did. "Damn," he finally muttered.
"Don't you believe me?" she asked sharply.
"No, of course I do," he defended himself quickly, looking a little uneasy for a moment. "I just wanted to see it with my own eyes to understand better."
She nodded indulgently. Of course, she never really doubted that he believed her. And she could understand his desire to see the problem for himself. When faced with a problem, she prefers to look at it for herself first before speaking. Still, she was now happy to exercise her leader's prerogatives and tease him a little. "Now you see it. What solution are you going to propose now?"
Pike's eyes dilated a bit. Because based on this data, it was almost impossible for him to find the problem. Even though he had just acted confidently. After a brief moment of hesitation, he finally admitted that he had not yet found a solution, although he had seen the problem.
Daisy smiled and patted him on the shoulder. "That's okay. I'm relieved you haven't found a solution yet. Otherwise I would have doubts about my role as lead engineer." She walked past him, and he was still staring at the screen, hoping for a genius idea to strike.
"We need to check the whole system again," she said, looking back and forth between Pike and Peggy. "Do a level one diagnosis. We have to pay close attention to every diagnostic value. We can definitely find the problem."
The two nodded in agreement, although Peggy didn't show as much enthusiasm as his colleague. Because in fact, he already had another task that required him to put some effort into it. Extra tasks will only mean he ends up with less leisure time.
"Mr. Peggy, you are here to observe and record sensor data." Daisy pointed to the screen and said. "Parker, get a delta scanner and a phase decoupler and come with me." She pointed with her head at the slope leading to the next level.
Pike nodded, then made room for the screen for Peggy and took out the needed tools from the wall. Pike then followed his supervisor to the small internal elevator that connected the various floors of the machine room. They took the elevator together to the middle floor. Upon arrival, Daisy turned to a nearby console. He guessed what she was thinking before she spoke. "I'm monitoring the flow of energy from Pipeline Emitter No. 12," he said very naturally.
The chief engineer nodded approvingly. This is why she likes this young man. He is creative and passionate. And he seems to be born with a deep understanding of technology, able to understand how each system works in a short period of time. Moreover, he never complained about being assigned extra tasks. In addition to his regular duties in the teleportation room, he is responsible for additional tasks. This makes Daisy feel a little worried sometimes. Pike spent a little too much time in the engine room, in her opinion. At his age, in his early twenties, he should spend more time with friends, especially girls. At this age, this is a very important thing. At this age, time flies so fast, so there is no time to waste. However, Pike seems to have no interest in either the opposite sex or the same sex. Maybe he is a dull person.
"Okay, then I'll go to my position." He said while raising the instrument in his hand. Then he turned and walked toward the entrance to the pipe a few steps away. Through these pipes, which are located throughout the ship, all technical systems and components can be accessed. This is absolutely essential when it comes to maintenance and repairs. Imagine how terrible it would be if a damaged part needed to be repaired, but there was no way to get in and the entire ship had to be torn apart. In an emergency, the proper functioning of one or two parts can mean the difference between life and death.
The tubes themselves are so narrow that they can only be crawled through. As an engineer on a ship, you can't be too fat. Daisy watched him leave. The way he walks shows that he is confident and healthy. He was tall and lean and evidently exercised regularly but not excessively. His beardless, chiseled face, while masculine, also exuded compassion and romance. Additionally, he is funny, smart, and charming. His blue eyes are every woman's dream. So why isn't he in love yet? Had she been twenty years younger, she would have done everything in her power to woo him.
Daisy shook her head and pushed these thoughts away. He was her colleague, her subordinate, and too young. Why is her mind bothered by such things? She has a mission here that requires concentration. Finally, she heard him shout that he was in position and ready. Daisy checked briefly, then told Peggy over the intercom to start the diagnostics and go through them step by step. It would be unacceptable if they couldn't find the bug, but luckily they found and corrected the bug.
Unknowingly, Noah's hand touched the collar of his uniform again and fiddled with it there. The damn fabric just wouldn't do what he wanted. He felt uncomfortable now, obviously because of the uniform. But fiddling around all day didn't improve the situation.
"You look good," Daisy whispered to him, clearly laughing at him.
He turned his head, wanting to answer something, but the right words didn't come to his mind. So he raised his lips briefly, then signaled the teleporter to teleport the visitor to the ship.
They gathered in the transport room, preparing to greet a group of scientists who would board Interstellar Base No. 478 here. Two other crew members will join in a few hours, and their ship has not yet arrived.
In addition to them, Commander Carol and Science Officer Jeffrey were present. Standing in front of the teleportation platform, they saw five energy pillars gradually taking shape in front of them, slowly taking on the outline of a human being. After a few seconds, the energy beam suddenly disappeared. Their guest showed up.
Noah glanced quickly at his guest. One thing immediately dawned on him: These were very special people. They are typically eccentric scientists, especially those who are the best in their field. Even if they were only half as weird as he imagined, this mission would never be boring.
Noah welcomed them aboard and introduced his officers. The scientists then walked off the platform and shook hands with the officers. They were friendly but reserved. Most scientists still have reservations about the military and are skeptical of cooperation. Too many times in the past, research results have been used for military purposes. This concern persists in the minds of many, despite Starfleet's clear research mission.
The last person to come down the steps was an old man about seventy years old. He stood in front of Noah. He was plump, with a protruding belly, and was wearing a gaudy shirt. Such an attire is completely atypical for a PhD or professor. Most of his hair has turned gray and is spread messily in all directions on his head. The plump face has almost no wrinkles except around the eyes. And his eyes revealed a vibrant happiness that Noah rarely saw in other people.
"Captain, I'm glad to be here," he said in a sweet baritone. “Thank you also so much for getting us there and protecting and supporting our research there.”
Noah accepted these words happily. No scientist had ever thanked him before. To others, the support of the Republic and its crew seemed natural. "My pleasure, Mr. Joseph..." he responded in a friendly manner, but in fact he didn't even know the man's name yet.
"That's so rude," the scientist said, glaring at himself. "Excuse me, my name is Joseph, Joseph Yves."
"Welcome aboard, Mr. Yves." Noah greeted again and shook hands with the man. His hands were almost submerged in the palms of Joseph Ive. This scientist really had huge hands.
"I'm sure this will be an exciting moment," Yves said cheerfully, then turned to Carol and Daisy and greeted them equally friendly. Carol remained her usual reserved self while Daisy joked and laughed with the man.
"Do you know what people said about red-haired women in the Middle Ages?" he asked the red-haired female ship chief.
Daisy had never been particularly interested in history, so she had to admit that she didn't know the answer to this question. But she was interested in the answer.
"It is said..." he said almost softly. "...They are witches who fly on broomsticks at night."
Daisy couldn't help but laugh. "I can't do magic, but there are some old parts in the cabin that are of no use for the time being. Maybe I can make a flying broom." She winked at him happily, and he laughed at her wit.
"I'd love to see you on that broom," he said with a smile.
"Then please give me two days," she responded jokingly.
"I remember," he said with a wink. "But back to your hair color. You know what people said about women with red hair in the 20th century?" His smile made Daisy guess what the other person was trying to do, but the interaction was funny so she decided to play on. Go down.
"Tell me," she invited him to continue.
"They are said to be witches in the bed." He paused, then added: "Lover in the bed."
Daisy was a little surprised. This strange old man didn't know her, so how could he talk to her in this way? How could he possibly know how such words would affect her. But he was lucky because he couldn't sway her by saying such things to her. She smiled mischievously, "It's not just a thing of the past," she joked.
Yves laughed heartily, and the laughter filled the whole space. He stretched out his index finger and pointed at Daisy. "Ms. Daisy, I like you." He smiled and shook his head, approving of her wit, and then turned to Noah. "Captain, if all the crew were as charming as these two ladies, we would have a lot of fun together." He winked happily before welcoming Jeffrey and telling him he looked forward to working with him.
However, before Yves could say anything more, Noah spoke again and turned to all the scientists. "Commander Carol will take you to your residences. You will find more information about this trip and your contacts in the computer files. Mr. Jeffrey will be responsible for coordinating the various scientific missions. During the fourth Days later, we will arrive at Kuafu IV. Before that, we will brainstorm your research plan again. Based on these discussions, we will formulate a roadmap for the next few months to have a basis for our research." He looked around He looked around, but only received sporadic nods. Nonetheless, he considered his offer accepted and left the scientist in the care of Gabriel Kahlo. She led the guests out of the room and to their respective residences. Noah breathed a sigh of relief when the door behind him was closed. He breathed a sigh of relief at the silence in the room.
"Oh, it's not that bad," Daisy scolded. "This is definitely going to be colorful." She winked at him, smiling.
Noah shook his head slightly. “I don’t know which was more psychologically disturbing: the distant attitude of the other scientists, or the energetic playfulness of Joseph Ive.”
"He had a special charm," Daisy admitted. "His good mood is contagious. If he continues like this, it will definitely rub off on the entire crew. Considering the boredom most people on board feel about the upcoming mission, it can only be good for us."
Noah raised his hands in surrender. "Yes, Dr. Daisy," he jokingly acknowledged her psychological analysis of the situation. Then he added, not quite seriously: "I only hope that Joseph Ive is as good at his profession as he is as an artist of life."
“Professor Joseph Ive is a leading expert in the field of exoplanet hydrogeology,” said Jeffrey. He can participate in the conversation through these facts. But pure joking and humor were not in keeping with his Martian character. "He has received 23 awards, including the Nobel Prize in Physics, the Dystrom Medal, the Mars Academy's Surak Prize, and..."
"Okay," Noah interrupted. "I understand." He cast a knowing look at Daisy, and Daisy couldn't help but smile. Although the captain admired the Martian and even liked him, his logical thinking was indeed tiring at times. "Let's go," he said to the two. "We'll meet you in the control room."
At the airport, Tini stood at the front desk of the hotel with her suitcase to check out. She handed the friendly, smiling woman the chip that provided access to her room. Then she turned around and quickly left the hotel. Her target is the nearest teleport station, from where she will be teleported to the dock. She has booked a ticket that will take her to Star Base No. 478. It was the edge of Federation territory, the far reaches of the universe she was familiar with. But fundamentally, everything outside her home colony is unfamiliar territory. She could only hope that everything went according to plan. Otherwise, she might be stuck there for weeks. At such a distance, there is no passenger spacecraft passing by that can allow civilians to ride.
After experiencing the encounter with the strange man, Tiny hesitated for two days whether to search for her father. She decided to do everything possible to find her mother first. Because after a night of reconsidering it, there was something strange about the idea of searching for her father. She spent two days wandering around the city, visiting Alcatraz, the prison island, and Mission Dolores, the oldest building in the city. Then she finally entered a club, where she partied until the early hours of the morning.
Eventually, both outstanding search requests were answered. But the results were negative. Her mother is still nowhere to be found. She had to painfully ask Starfleet for information about her father. Surprisingly, this was relatively easy and progressed quickly compared to the search for her mother. Her aunt told her her father's name, which allowed Starfleet to easily find information about him. Of course, she didn't get much information. After all, she couldn't prove that she was his daughter, so she was a stranger from the outside and was not allowed to view the data within the fleet. She was only given contact information to deliver the message. This was clearly not enough for her. She didn't want to just send a message, she wanted to see him face to face. However, through her looks and charm, she eventually learns his rank and current location. His next mission will take him to Starbase 478. Only two days later. Time was of the essence, as she herself wouldn't be there for two days. But it had to work or she would lose track of him again.
Once at the airport, she had to ask for directions. The airport is so big that it is easy for a person to get lost. Ships taking off from here can travel to all destinations on Earth, as well as many Federation planets. Although most interstellar travel now occurs via orbiting space stations, traveling to the space station still requires a shuttle. Therefore, the importance of airports has not diminished much. There was an endless stream of people in the airport square. Most people are traveling from or arriving from here. But there were also countless representatives of other races, hurrying through these halls for various reasons. All this makes the entire airport seem a bit chaotic. What she had to do was much easier when she arrived. When she arrived she just had to go through baggage claim and find the exit. But now, she has to check her luggage and make sure it's handed over to the right counter, or her luggage might go somewhere else. Then she had to find the correct gate.
As she walked through the halls, she felt like she was in a small, closed city. Between all the counters there are shops, souvenir shops and restaurants. And all this in a place bigger than the city where Tiny grew up.
She discovered that her flight did not depart directly from here. A small spacecraft will take passengers to a new space station orbiting the Earth. It was a large, mushroom-shaped building that could accommodate more than three thousand people. There are connection points on the cap part of the mushroom for docking the spacecraft. As a result, larger and larger spacecraft, unable to land, can pick up passengers and cargo here. The space station has only been in operation for a few months, but it has already become an important hub for interstellar navigation.
The spaceship will take her to a distant space station. As soon as Tiny boarded the spacecraft, she was assigned a small accommodation space. The dormitory is not very big, just big enough for a bed and built-in closet. There are no windows either. But for a trip of only two days, it was enough. She wasn't very picky to begin with. Even as a child, her room was used only for sleeping. During the day she lives in the kitchen or outdoors.
The two-day journey passed uneventfully. The spacecraft also stopped at three other planets. Some passengers disembarked and others boarded. The connections established through such routes were often the only way for the inhabitants of smaller colonies to stay connected to other universes.
During the stop, Tiny didn't notice anything. Passengers were unable to leave the ship during this time because the stay was too short and the passenger area had no windows to view the planets. Therefore, there is no difference between flight time and dock time. Tiny spends most of her time in her small abode. She read some books and caught up on the sleep she hadn't been able to get in the past few days in San Francisco. But as she gets closer to her goal, she becomes increasingly distraught. While she was determined not to let herself go crazy, that was easier said than done. She only allowed herself to feel angry. Now, there's a different emotion thrown into the mix - nervousness. Not happy excitement, but an emotion that made her doubt her actions. Is it right to directly confront her unknown father? Sure, he deserves to be punished, but should she simply let it all go? Does it all make sense? She knew herself too well to know that if she didn't dare attempt this flight, she would never be satisfied. She had to do it for her own inner thoughts. Only when she sees the look on his face and tells him everything can she end this period of her life.
Two hours ago, she was informed of her impending arrival at Starbase 478. She already knew this because of the flight plan. She looked forward to this moment and actually didn't need to be reminded at all. So she was already waiting at the portal entrance with her luggage 15 minutes before arrival. The spacecraft will not be docked at the space station, and passengers will need to teleport to enter.
When the space station finally came into view, two other passengers emerged, a woman and a man, who were also planning to disembark here. Both wore the red Starfleet uniforms and carried light luggage. Tini didn't pay special attention to them. She was the first to step onto the teleportation platform. Seconds later, she was standing in the space station's transport room. The light seems brighter here. At least to her, this room was brighter than anywhere else on the spaceship, as if the entire room was white, unlike the spaceship. And everything is roomier. Although this space station is far from the one on Earth, it is definitely more spacious than the space on the spacecraft.
The two Starfleet officers following Tiny immediately left the room and headed to the station to speak with the commander. They then head to their new mission location.
For Tiny, her only mission here is to find out whether her father's ship has arrived. Otherwise, she could only wait. To get the information she needed, she walked to the display next to the passenger lounge. There are tables and chairs for people to rest. Next to it is a replicator that takes orders and generates a variety of food and drinks. Based on the stored sample, the built-in computer assembles the molecules bit by bit until the desired result is achieved. This process only takes a few seconds. Even the most complex meals can be prepared with ease. Although some vehemently deny it, the taste is almost indistinguishable from homemade food.
In addition, there are comfortable chairs and sofas arranged in different sized combinations. This way passengers can wait in comfort for their next flight. Because for ordinary people, space bases are rarely tourist destinations. Often, it's just a place of transit. However, Star Base 478 is relatively far away, and few people come here, even for transit. If people do come, they usually stay for a few days because flights here are not frequent and not many spacecraft pass by.
When Tiny walked into the room, it was empty. She made a beeline for the screen showing the current flight schedule. There were only three ships recorded on it: one was the ship she was on, heading to Orion; the second was the ship that arrived two weeks later; and the third was the ship her father was on, but it was Indicate that the ship is closed to passengers. Tiny realized she had to come up with a solution. And be quick, because the boat takes off in thirty minutes. She just made it. She never wanted to just watch the ship leave.
While she was still contemplating how to board the ship, the two Starfleet officers returned and hurried toward the transport room. Without thinking, she followed them. There must be a solution in the teleportation room. As soon as she entered the teleportation room, two officers were already standing and ready to teleport. The female officer, who looked Asian, glanced at Tiny, but then didn't look at her again. Instead, she gave the order to teleport. The male officer on the console then turned several levers. Tiny quickly stepped onto the teleportation platform. She knew enough about teleportation technology to know that she could still walk into the teleportation beam at this moment, that is, be teleported, without danger. But it's too late to cancel now. The computer analyzed the data patterns of the three people standing within the beam, broke them down into individual molecules, and sent the data to the target location. Tiny succeeded.
The Republic stopped in front of Starbase 478, forming a bright white dot in the night sky. The interstellar base itself is steel gray itself, which is not much different from the surrounding universe. Only the azimal lamp is projected into the distant darkness.
A few minutes ago, another spacecraft that was almost the same as the universe also arrived. The small boat can accommodate nearly 200 people in total, and they are all crowded into a small residence. It is not too luxurious to take this kind of ship, but it can ensure safety and usually reach the destination on time. The boat is usually clean and the food is also good. During the journey, people can easily abandon luxury.
Just now, the commander of the interstellar base informed Captain Noah, saying that the two crew he needed had arrived in another ship and prepared to transmit the "Republic". Now, the crew is finally complete, and they can start the task.
As early as five hours ago, the "Republic" arrived here, picked the final supply and some scientists, and waited for two of the shortcomings. The two have been stationed in the "Deep Space No. 3" before. If you are too far away, the "Republic" cannot pick them up. The maximum speed of "Deep Space No. 3" takes about three weeks to come here. Therefore, the two crew members had to come here by spacecraft.
When Noah walked into the elevator in the conveyor room, Carlo was waiting for him there. She said to Noah, "It seems that we will be complete soon, and I can't wait to start our task."
The captain noticed the irony in her words. "I'm glad that you show such enthusiasm for this task, although he didn't have any interest in it at first." He looked at her. Noah has no change on her face, but a hint of light flashed in her eyes, and Carlo did not miss this subtle details. People say that she has a keen eye power for the details of observation.
"Of course, I look forward to this task. Because the earlier, the faster we can end," Carlo maintains a serious expression, just like him.
Noah looked at her. He doesn't even have to bow because she is almost as tall as him. Just then, the door of the elevator opened in front of them. Before they walked out of the elevator, Noah laughed, "If you make mistakes, don't regret it." Then he walked in front and walked towards the conveyor room.
There are only a few steps from the elevator to the conveyor room. The conveyor room must be quickly arrived so that in emergency situations, assist in the dangerous foreign duty group or the evacuation of spacecraft. Therefore, ensure that the path should be as short as possible when designing. Therefore, they soon came to the transmission platform that was slightly higher than the ground. Carlo whispered, "What do you mean? Do you already know that the task will be extended?" She seemed a little uneasy about it.
The captain just blinked with her eyes, revealing a hinted smile, and then turned around and issued a transmission instruction to the teleportation technician.
In front of Noah and Carol, the energy field of the two transmitted beams shone. In just a few seconds, people who were transmitted became clearly visible. What surprised the two officers was that the two were in the same beam. This is not a normal transmission process, and it is usually done only when there is no choice. Generally, the person being transmitted is in danger and cannot adopt a conventional posture. But this time it is obviously no danger, but there is no reason for such transmission operations.
After the energy beam was released, women wearing interstellar fleet uniforms rudely pushed another young woman (wearing casual clothes) aside. Immediately, another man in the second transmitted beam stepped forward and grabbed the woman rudely. She frowned because of pain, but did not make a sound.
Noah recognized that the woman in uniform was Dr. Donna and the new deputy of Silia in the medical room. The man should be a member of the security department.
Noah's eyes quickly turned to the third person. She is a young woman about 20 years old, with reddish brown skin, obviously the ancestral blood of the American people. Her hair was black and smooth, and she hanged long to her back. Her facial contour is soft and perfect. She is definitely a beauty. However, she had an angry expression on her face, and her eyes flashed with anger.
Noah realized that this woman was not dangerous. She has no weapons and no sense of danger to people. He just wanted to know why she got on the spacecraft. He nodded with a short nod to signal the safety officer could let her go.
She retracted her arms with a arrogant movement, and glanced at the man who had just grabbed her in pain just now. She slowly stepped down the steps of the transmission platform and went directly to Noah. She stared at him and looked at him. Her eyes were as cold as the iceberg, making Noah feel cold. Then, she said with a sharp and hard voice than steel, "Hello, father!
