YardleyCole Sun Oct 30, 2011 6:37 pm
"Okay, see you later."
Yeardley marked the pipe with a marker that he was handling so that it could be identified from the other segments later. He was rebuilding one of the conduits near the entrance of the ship so that cables to the broken communications station can be spliced into the ship's wiring. Normally, all the interfaces and stations are wireless, and he thought it strange this one was never upgraded. Then again, here he was connecting terminals and he didn't have the supplies to make it all wireless, so maybe whoever did the original wiring was in a similar situation with constrained monetary funds.
It was for the best, though. Aboard GAF frigates, the wireless communications would pick up strange interference that shut down the stations. Who knows what they were; cosmic rays, solar winds, or local radio stations, or maybe a strange amalgamation of all three. The crew would just wait out until the wireless came back again, so hard-wired was preferable in a lot of ways.
Walking down the main hallway and around the corner by the bridge, he went to one of the staterooms where the door was cracked open a bit. He slowed down and stammered his steps such that no sound would disturb anyone. He could see Lani upon the bed. Yeardley lightly knocked against the door, and heard "Come in?" from within. It was a quick response, indicating she was just resting her eyes. He was relieved that he did not awake her from a deep sleep. She did not open her eyes as he pushed the door open another inch.
"I've got to go see Dr. Mores one last time to transfer some prescriptions. It is an hour to and from Pinerest, so it may be late before I return. I hear I should be safe."
"It sounds lovely. Tell Dr. Mores that I said hello?" Yeardley always thought a lady's voice was more pleasant when near a period of rest, and Lani's voice was no different.
"I will." Yeardley returned the door to its starting crack width.
It took a little over an hour to get back to Pinerest in the transport. Yeardley showed his Pinerest identification card to the guard in the station and worked his way up the winding forest roads to the main complex. The front doors were locked, but he showed his card to the camera and scanner. The on-duty nurse came to greet him a minute later and led him down the hallways to Dr. Mores's office. It felt strange walking through the hallways in plain clothes like a visitor rather than an inhabitant.