Giving the Tour [for losthunter]

[boldygoing]

It has been a week or two since the Enterprise was in any kind of condition to entertain visitors. A supply run here, a survey mission there, nothing close to casual enough for Captain Kirk to justify setting aside a little time to have a guest aboard, his days taken up by the duties of command. And certainly not out in the middle of deep space, where an unexpected visitor would be more likely to be seen as a stowaway or intruder, no matter if the captain vouched for them or not.

But it has been six months since the crew's last chance for shore leave, so after the debriefings are complete, Starfleet Command gives the slightly weary crew a brief three days off while the ship's systems are inspected and recalibrated. And it's a perfect opportunity to make good on his offer from a while ago.

Jim sits at a shuttle terminal in downtown San Francisco, a gold-shirt in a small sea of red and blue, all Starfleet personnel waiting to be taken up to various starships in orbit or in Spacedock. He knows it might be a few minutes before Hunter arrives, and keeps himself busy reviewing reports on a padd, keeping an eye out for the distinctive tattoos of his invited guest.


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Spacedock
USS Enterprise
Warp core
Officer's lounge]

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[losthunter]

"That is really cool." Hunter is still very awed by the whole experience. He reaches over a hand, to place it on Jim's legs.

"And seeing Earth like this... is incredible."

[boldygoing]

Jim smiles appreciatively at the contact, and he's mostly just happy that he's put that look on Hunter's face, the awe and wonder that comes with seeing your home from space for the first time. And he would totally make some innuendo about joining the Twenty-Two Thousand Mile High Club if they didn't have an even better destination waiting for them.

"Nothing quite like it," he says instead, turning the shuttle so that the craft follows the curvature of the Earth, the holographic display tracking their progress towards their destination.

[losthunter]

Hunter leans again, following the curvature of the Earth with his eyes as the shuttle moves. "You are one lucky bastard. To see this frequently."

[boldygoing]

"It never gets old," Jim agrees. "Though I gotta say, being in orbit around a whole new planet is three different kinds of exciting on top of this."

In space, it can be difficult to pick out a faraway object until you get very close. And as the tactical display slowly narrows the distance between the shuttle and their destination, a shape slowly looms out of the blackness, getting bigger and bigger as they approach. A great wheel in space, miles across from spoke to spoke, with tiny-looking spaceships attached to the discs at the end of each spoke. But the closer they get, the more obvious it is that the ships aren't as small as they look, each one nearly half a mile long. And Jim steers the shuttle towards one in particular.

[losthunter]

The sight of what is waiting for them is enough for Hunter to be out of his seat, leaning as close to the shuttle window as he can. "Holy Fuck..."

The great wheel looks like is big enough to match the moon. And at first, the ships look small, but as they get closer Hunter quickly realizes that these are no where close to Cruise Ships. That they are much bigger than he realized.

And as they get closer and closer to Jim's ship, Hunter drinks in every inch to it. "She is beautiful..."

[boldygoing]

Jim absolutely beams, and the look in his eyes when he gazes upon his beautiful silver lady is the same kind of look a newlywed might give his spouse. Pure, unadulterated love, a kindred soul, his other half. And he is proud as fuck to see her being admired by another, that even a twenty-first century fellow can see the beauty and grace of the greatest ship in the fleet.

"That's my girl," he says warmly.

He doesn't make a beeline for the shuttle bay at the rear of the ship, however, sweeping the shuttle in a wide arc around the ship, lingering over her arching warp nacelles, panning over the broad saucer, her name emblazoned on the hull in massive black letters. USS Enterprise, NCC-1701.

[losthunter]

Hunter is memorizing every curve, every angle, every shadow, and every graceful inch of the ship before him. He can see that Jim is beaming with love for his ship. And he has to smile softly. Perhaps it is why Jim isn't destined to be with a monogamous relationship... because his true love is the Enterprise.

And he is breathless for a moment at how Jim sweeps around the ship, allowing every inch of the ship to be appreciated completely. He feels honored to be in the co-pilot's seat for this moment.

With the entire ship now captured in his memory, Hunter feels that he will be able to create a miniature Enterprise in clay for Jim now.

"Incredible..."

[boldygoing]

In Jim's opinion, mere pictures really would never do her justice. There's something about her, almost a presence, that mere visual representations would never capture. She's his beautiful leviathan, a shining silver shape against the black, a sleek and graceful creature of the stars. You have to see her to truly see her.

And he can tell that Hunter does.

It's almost a shame to steer the shuttle towards the back of the ship, and the open bay doors that await them there. But the only thing better than seeing the Enterprise from the outside is standing within her beating heart, and he's eager to return to her embrace.

Jim sets down inside the ship, parking Copernicus flawlessly in the space marked out for the shuttle, and pops open the hatchway. Inside the shuttle bay is somewhat similar to the aesthetic one might find in a submarine, a wide open space ringed by metal gantries and catwalks, and a half dozen other shuttlecraft line the walls in their designated areas. There are few personnel present, almost exclusively wearing red shirts, and almost no one looks up at the arrival of Jim and Hunter's shuttle.

[losthunter]

Hunter moves back into his seat, so he is sitting by the time that Jim is parking the shuttle inside of the Enterprise. He looks around the shuttle bay, as much as he can, once the hatchway is open.

He doesn't immediately feel the warm embrace of the Enterprise, yet. But he is still a stranger to her. And not as acquainted as her Captain is.

Once again, he spots the red shirts, and has to resist the urge to ask Jim about their significance. "Time to start the Grand Tour?"

[boldygoing]

"Absolutely." Jim grins and spreads his arms slightly as they step out of Copernicus, using the shuttle's nacelle as a step down to the deck. "This is the shuttle bay, obviously. The Enterprise has ten in total, but there's a couple out being re-certified right now. Most people just beam back and forth, but there's nothing exciting about starting a tour without even seeing what the ship looks like."

[losthunter]

Hunter follows him down to the deck.

"Beam?" He asks softly, still a little nervous about being overheard.

[boldygoing]

Nobody seems to be paying them much attention, at least. A pair of red-shirts approach the shuttle with scanning equipment, ready to make sure the shuttle is shut down and stored properly. Jim doesn't seem terribly concerned about them either, though he does lower his voice slightly, out of deference to Hunter's caution. "It's called a transporter. It converts your body into a stored energy pattern and rematerializes you somewhere else. It was invented to move cargo around but it's been safe for people for decades now."

[losthunter]

Hunter blinks a few times. Taking his time to comprehend what Jim just told him. In a way it seems impossible. He has seen people 'teleport' using magic... or even a special skill. But for science to come this far...

"Wow. That must save a lot of time."

[boldygoing]

Turnabout is fair play, it seems. But Jim doesn't laugh at Hunter's disbelief, just nods a little. "Yeah, it does. We can't use it every time, though. Beaming next to a high gravity source or through an ion storm isn't possible, and there are factors that can make it riskier. But honestly, it's still safer than flying in a shuttle or driving a car."

[losthunter]

"I would have to take your word on it." It won't be something that Hunter is anxious on trying right now, not until he understands it better.

[boldygoing]

"Yeah, I expected that," Jim says, but smiles at Hunter to show that he doesn't mind. "Honestly I probably shouldn't be explaining too much about our technology in detail, but I don't think twenty-first century tech would be up to replicating it anyway."

"Come on," he says, waving Hunter ahead, continuing the tour. "Main Engineering's this way."

[losthunter]

"You have one advantage that I am no where close to be a scientist, that I couldn't explain it, even if I tried." Hunter chuckles lightly.

"So before we get there... what do the colors on the shirts mean?"

[boldygoing]

Jim has been around Starfleet his entire life, in one form or another, so it hadn't even occurred to him to explain. "Oh, that's the three specialization divisions. Red is for operations, which includes security, engineering, and communications, among others. Blue is for science, and gold for command." He holds up one hand, so Hunter can see the stripes on his wrist. "These are for rank. Generally the more stripes you have, or the bigger the stripes are, the higher the rank."

[losthunter]

Hunter will gladly take this opportunity to guide his fingertips over the stripes that decorate Jim's uniform. "And everyone who wears a shirt like this, is working for Starfleet in some fashion?"

"There were a lot of people boarding shuttles..." It sort of blows his mind that one organization could employ so many people.

[boldygoing]

Since Hunter is inspecting Jim's sleeve more closely, he may notice that the two outer stripes are noticeably wider than the thin middle stripe, explaining the remark about the rank stripes being different sizes sometimes. "Yeah, everyone wearing this symbol is Starfleet," Jim confirms, tapping his other hand against the golden arrowhead on his chest.

He smiles a little at Hunter's other comment. "Enterprise's crew complement is four hundred thirty-two, including myself. Not everyone down there was one of mine, though. Probably a third of them are Enterprise crew heading home for shore leave. Potemkin and Minnesota just got into Spacedock this morning, so chances are good they make up the bulk of the rest."

[losthunter]

His fingers lightly trace over the larger outer stripe, before moving to the smaller middle stripe, and finally to the last larger outer stripe. "You have a sexy little sandwich going here...." He smirks.

"That is incredible. We don't really have any businesses that employ that many people all at once."

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[boldygoing]

"Rank hath its privileges," Jim says with a slightly dirty grin. "But if you think this is sexy, you should see what our dress uniforms look like." Ah, perhaps one day.

"Not even your military?" he asks as they resume the tour, heading through the blast doors that welcome them into Main Engineering. It's a bit busier in here, again crewed by mostly red-shirts, work on consoles or inspecting enormous coolant tanks that tower from floor to the top of the high ceiling. In the center of the room is a massive white structure shaped roughly like an upside-down dome, thrumming enough that they can feel it through the deckplates under their boots.

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[losthunter]

"Mmmmm something to fantasize about. You. A dress uniform. And your sexy Captain's voice."

Hunter tilts his head, then nods slightly. "I guess I didn't think about the military about being an employee. But they do provide a career for hundreds of people."

He looks around Main Engineering, and has to stop at the large coolant tanks that tower over him. And then, the upside-down dome. He sort of tilts his head, as if trying to figure out what it is. He can feel is thrumming underneath him.

"Is that the ship's engine?"

[boldygoing]

Jim also nods. "Starfleet's more like the merchant marines than a military navy, but a lot of the structure's similar."

And of course he has to point out minor features here and there, but Hunter's question draws attention to the most prominent part of Main Engineering, the whole reason for the party in the first place. "Not the engine itself, but the power source," he says, nodding towards the structure. "That's the Enterprise's warp core. Without that, we go pretty much nowhere."

[losthunter]

"A warp core." Hunter repeats. By the confusion in his voice, it might be evident that this is something else that he has never heard about.