Elkin Shipyards: Status of the Cortina
Posted on Mon Nov 21st, 2016 @ 1:26pm by Captain Braedyn Tann
Meet me at the Crossroads
Location: Elkin Shipyards
Timeline: Late Afternoon, MD1
Braedyn Tann, Master of the SS Juan Cortina hunched into the old style red and white Starfleet field jacket he’d ‘appropriated’ while he was still in Starfleet, just before they went out of service. It provided excellent protection from the cold and wet, and the outside areas of Polar City, Rigel IV’s predominantly Human colony, could get very cold and wet. It was the end of the day and Braedyn was headed to the shipyards to meet with the yard boss of Elkin Shipyards. They had been refitting and upgrading the Juan Cortina and Braedyn was looking for an update on their progress.
Braedyn had known Alaysia Ronn since they were kids together. Alaysia was the niece of Callam Elkin, the CEO of Elkin Shipyards. Callam had encouraged the Alaysia’s love of technology and helped her get into the Starfleet Merchant Space Service Academy, where she had studied Engineering. After a tour as a SFMSS engineer, Alaysia returned to Rigel IV where Callam hired her on at his company. She was a brilliant engineer and between her and Cal, Braedyn knew his ship was in good hands. He arrived at Elkin Shipyards and was passed through security. He found Cal and Alaysia in one of the labs going over blue prints and making notes. He recognized the plans as those of his ship. Alaysia saw him first.
“Brae!” she said walking over to him and giving him a warm hug. The two had been…close when they were teenagers and Braedyn still got a thrill when she pressed her warm body up against his. “The Cortina is almost ready. Come look.”
She led him over to the display.
“Hello, son,” Callam Elkin said. “Ready to see the magic we’ve worked?”
“Yes, sir,” Braedyn said.
“How many times have I got to tell you, son,” said Callam, a vigorous man in his eighties. “It’s Cal! We’ve known each other for around…what? Fifty years?”
“That sounds about right…Cal,” Braedyn said.
“Good,” Cal replied. “That’s better. Now come look at this! Everything has either been refit or upgraded or in some cases, both. Computers, sensors, shields, engines, weapons, everything. We even contacted Andoria and had them send us the latest version of that Weapon Signature Dampening Field you like so much. Must be nice to do whatever it is you do for Starfleet. I suppose that comes in handy. You may have Federation and Starfleet licenses for all that firepower you have installed but I bet it helps not to have to explain yourself over and over to Starfleet authorities or anyone else you might run into. With that in mind, you’ll notice here that we installed that cloaking device of yours in a way that it wouldn’t be noticed during a spot inspection. I mean, if they really tear your engine room apart, they’re going to find it. It can’t make itself invisible or intangible. But a basic inspection wouldn’t find it. We did the same with the WSDF.”
Braedyn looked over the blueprints and smiled.
“How soon will she be ready?” he asked.
“I say a week,” she said. “But Uncle Cal says two. We’re going to see who’s right.”
Braedyn chuckled. Alaysia was enthusiastic…about everything she did. He wondered if she’d have any more free time before he left. They’d already had few passionate, intimate, no strings attached encounters since he’d arrived at Polar City.
“I’ll wait the extra week if it means the Cortina will be better prepared,” he said.
“See,” Cal said. “I told you he wouldn’t mind the wait. You don’t even have a crew for her yet, do you?”
“No,” he said. “Haven’t found anyone I’ve clicked with yet. I’m going to widen the search to include some of the other planets in the system and see what turns up.”
“You’re just looking for an excuse to go to Rigel II and get your ashes hauled by one or more young, nubile Orion girls!”
“Maybe,” he said. “Can you blame me? They’re a lot cleaner there than they are at Sathura or on Rigel X.”
Alaysia made a face.
“Ew, gross,” she said. “Don’t make me lose my lunch. Well, go have fun. Some of us have work to do.”
“Okay,” Braedyn said. “I’ll get out of your way.”
They all said their goodbyes for now and Braedyn left Elkin Yards in search of a drink. He considered stopping off at the Rusty Rivet, a favorite of the local yard workers, but decided he wanted a warmer environment. There was a jazz club he liked inside Polar City’s environs, away from the winter cold of the yards. He decided to head there.