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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