The station
bridge was fairly quiet and most personnel were running routine equipment and
systems checks.
"Albatross
Station, this is supply ship Reykjavik.” The radio chimed.
“Go ahead
Reykjavik.” Commander Johnson perked up.
“We are
entering final approach and should be stopped in less than an hour.”
“Acknowledged.”
The commander called up the maintenance and inspection schedule. “Be advised
all of our tow craft are down for emergency inspections so you will have to
bring yourself in close enough for supply transfer.”
“You’re
going to make me earn my pay, you say?”
The captain of the Reykjavik was keeping it light.
“I hear you
could do it in your sleep.” The commander knew that was not even close to
accurate. The Reykjavik was one of the
largest ships in the fleet and was full with over two years of supplies for the
station and a year’s supply for the ship itself, not to mention all of the
repair materials it stocked for both. It
takes 8 to 9 months for the ship to travel each way between the station and
Earth. Bringing these two vessels within
500 meters of each other, holding them there and connecting the docking arms is
a serious task for even the most experienced pilots.
“Tell
Captain Calhoun he is going to owe me a drink when we finish docking.”
“I’ll let
the Captain know.” The commander called up the navigational display with the
ship and the station on it. “Alright everybody,” he announced to the
compartment “We are now entering docking operations for the supply ship, so
let’s keep an eye on that ship and a lookout for anything unusual.”
The bridge
started bustling as everyone shifted their displays and started catching up on
status of both vessels.
The
commander switched on the intercom “T-Ops, Bridge.”
“Go ahead
Bridge.”
“The
Reykjavik has started docking maneuvers so keep everything grounded until she
is done. Then we can get back to normal
ops.”
“Is the
captain going to hold the briefing with the mining crews?” Commander
Venkataraman sounded concerned.
“No, he left
me detailed instructions for it and orders not to disturb him. He needs some sleep.” Commander Johnson
didn’t sound very confident.
“Are you
sure about that?”
“No, but if
I’m ever going to get those eagles I’m going to have to do the hard work
sometime.” He was trying to be good hearted about it.
“Good
luck. I’ll let the crews know.”
“I’ll take
care of the mining crews, you take care of the flight crews.” He looked at the countdown clock “I’ll send
you the briefing schedule shortly.”
“Aye,
Bridge. T-Ops out.”
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