The
Reykjavik slowed to a relative stop next to Albatross station just over a
kilometer away and centered up with the rings.
She extended her 500 meter long docking arms and adjusted position to
align them with the cargo doors on the center section of the station between
the rotating rings. The docking arms
contained transport rails, fuel lines and communications cables to facilitate
moving cargo between the vessels. The
arms were just long enough to allow for 100 meters between the large ring on
the station and the hull of the supply ship.
The ship’s captain slowly moved the ship into position, carefully
guiding the docking arms between the rings and adjusting position to keep the
arms aligned with the doors. He was
being extremely cautious and keeping the velocity low. The docking arms had dampers but the safety
clearance was very tight.
“Albatross
Station, this is the Reykjavik. We are
initiating final docking procedures.” Captain Grind announced over the radio
from the bridge of the Reykjavik. “Commander Dunst,” He looked over to his
navigator “Keep a close eye on the alignment indicators. We are on full manual for this one.”
“Aye Sir.”
The commander was nervous.
“Reykjavik,
Albatross Station.” Commander Johnson tried to sound confident “We are
monitoring on our side. Please tie in to
data feed Whiskey Tango Foxtrot to receive all data we have.”
Captain
Grind choked out a laugh and was quite happy he hadn’t just sipped his coffee
“Acknowledged, Albatross.” He looked to commander Dunst “Our data link is
available on feed Sierra Tango Foxtrot Uniform.” He cut the transmission short
to prevent transmitting the entire bridge laughing.
The teasing
banter allowed both crews to blow off a little steam and relieve the
tension. After a few short moments they
were back to full capacity and professionalism.
“Alright
people, let’s get this monster docked.” The captain was all business.
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