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2374; "The Regal 'Accident'"

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Apr. 2nd, 2006 | 08:19 pm
posted by: theodonnells in en_fanfic

This is a fanfic about the shuttle accident that Colleen's parents were involved in, told from their perspective.

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from: theodonnells
date: Apr. 2nd, 2006 11:22 pm (UTC)

“Wonder what that’s all about,” Erin mused, clicking the specs onto the screen. “Tomorrow…what a ridiculous deadline.”

“Something’s up,” Patrick said. “Let’s have a look at those specs.” They went over the specs. It really wasn’t that much different than a normal shuttle. They would be able to take their latest design and modify it. The shields had to withstand an enormous amount of gamma radiation, and the nacelles had to retract in record timing. They had to be as free to adjust movement as the yoke on the directional controls. And then the modifications to the directional controls made the shuttle more like an amusement park ride…Erin commented, “The passengers would be jerked around quite a lot.”

“Probably doesn’t matter,” Patrick said. “It could be remotely controlled, if nothing else. Seems like they’ve got to use the shuttle to get through something…could be an anomaly.”

“It would help if we *knew*,” Erin responded. “Usually they tell us.”

“Classified under level 9 security…hefty clearance,” Patrick looked at the specifications for communicating about the project at the bottom of the screen. “We can’t tell anyone except the Admirals, and a few individuals listed here.”

“Well, let’s get started,” Erin said with a sigh. Yes, they would be up all night.


The following afternoon, the two of them finished the design after quite a lot of caffeine, one very quick meal, and a two-hour nap. “I’ll prep the Regal,” Patrick said after yawning. Erin nodded, and downloaded the design to the Regal’s database. She encrypted it, as was instructed in the communication from Starfleet. Just in case the Regal malfunctioned, she kept a memory chip in one of the compartments, and she downloaded the designs into it as Patrick was prepping the shuttle.

The Regal was their newest shuttle, one they had gotten from Starfleet after they designed some of its aspects. It was a wonderful gift. They had taken it for a few joyrides before docking at Station 10, orbiting Mars close to Utopia Planetia shipyards. They had been planning to take it down to their Lunae Planum home on Mars soon, and try it out in a gravitational field. Had this new assignment not come in, they probably would have been flying it around Mars right now.

“That’s funny…” Patrick said quietly to himself as he studied the directional controls. He had finished inspecting almost everything else.

“What, honey?” Erin asked him.

“Oh, it’s probably nothing. I just thought I had already modified the emergency control system. I could have sworn I re-routed power through the auxiliary control unit tied into the replicators in the event of a major power failure.”

“I thought you did too…that’s sort of important,” she said. “Wouldn’t want to lose control of the shuttle.”

“No…” he agreed, chin still in his hand as he thought. “Hm,” he concluded, and joked, “must be signs of age. I’ll fix it now.”

“Do we have time? We’re supposed to meet them in a half hour.”

“Barely have time. We can’t put off something like that,” he said, and started routing power. He didn’t bother looking at the verifications that his power modifications were working—he had run a diagnostic on the panel two days ago and no one but them had been in the shuttle since then, so it couldn’t have changed. He finished in a matter of minutes, and said, “I’ll check the nacelles and then we’ll be off.”

“I checked the nacelles yesterday, dear. When we got back from San Francisco,” Erin said. They had both seen the logs on the shuttle that no one had entered it, and no one had serviced it or modified it, since it docked. Patrick smiled at her, trusting her completely. He still pulled up the specs, which showed that the nacelles were in working order.

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