I want to use this as a record of OUR adventures, and I will post the general Logs. I would like you guys to add comments, made by your Character’s as clarifications as they saw things. At the end of these comments please add the following; – Characters name. Thus if the clarification were made by the NPC Jade, I would write out the comment then – Jade. Simple you bet
Gunnar McKenna exited his cabin shrugging into his gun/data rig. He lost his formal uniforms or robes for a sleeveless tunic and work pants tucked into steel toed work boots.
McKenna scrambled up the side of his walker. He grabbed the top of the roll cage and scissored his legs up to land in the seat. Buckling himself in he throttled up the engine, pulled up the HUD and engaged the motivator sticks.
He was off down then main arterial corridor of the midsection. He turned down a wide corridor heading starboard. Well let and active with traffic he could move at a good pace but had to be alert. An overhead message crawler alerted the crew that they were under a major loading operation. It would commence in earnest in 14.27 minutes.
His HUD told him that bulk containers 1 thru 15 were docked now with starboard bays A3 thru F20. Bulk Containers 16 thru 27 were docked with PA2 thru SF 18. He acknowledged this and told them to proceed.
There was a ping and a note that 1st flight of zero G work bees were launching. The Teamsters piloting those would be supervising the hooking up of the hoses that would be pumping millions of gallons of liquid cargo into stainless steel storage tanks via pumping station held on the ventral side.
McKenna arrived in his first of many cargo bays that he would be inspecting in the next 12 to 18 hours. The bay was large enough to hold a flight of space fighters. It was compartmentalized and screened off by transparent force screens. Now it was empty except for the small army of workers doing the ballet of labor required for such an operation.
The great bay doors were closed; the smaller gang hatches would be used for this operation. Senior Stevedores and Servitor majora were hooked into data ports downloading manifests and monitoring interior atmospherics. Only when they were satisfied would the seals be broken.
Hundreds of workers were laboring shifting, bracketing, and bolting mobile conveyor belts into place. The belts formed long lines that stretched back into the bay and would be used for sorting and transferring goods.
Behind them teamsters waited with sentinel walkers fitted out with forklift arms or in treaded tractors to haul out palleted or industrial equipage.
In the back of the bay in their white caps and uniforms waited stewards and victualizers who would be responsible for the ships personal use stores.
The hatches hissed open with a rush of escaped gasses. Senior dock personnel were the first ones in to assess the order of removal. Camera drones moved in with them and scanned and picted the state of the goods on arrival in case there were any questions later.
According to the supervisors orders the first workers entered. Servitors shuffled forward to stand at the exits. Lasers built into their optics scanned each package before it left the hauler. They made a “beep” as each item passed. Sometimes there would be an error and they would let out an irritable “Onk” and a supervisor would stop the process to figure out what the matter was.
For the most part everything went as clockwork as boxes upon boxes were hefted onto the belts and pushes in lots back to waiting sorters who would put them manually on pallets, into cargo sleds, or into boxes.
Pallets were picked up by walkers and double stacked or better if possible. There were tractored or walked to storage holds. Sleds were hauled by mules. Mules were lobotomized laborers. Products of grafted muscle and steroids that plodded slack jawed down the corridors.
This process would go on for hours even days as goods were picked up, hauled out and cataloged. They would be secured into the holds and the contents balanced. Deep space did not matter but systems had a tricky sometimes capricious flow of gravity effect that had to be accounted for.
McKenna would be up for long hours with breakdowns, injuries, mishaps and miscommunications to sort out and deal with. Actually he loved it.
lets see if this paste job works for “loading operations”
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