Klau's crew moved quickly to simply dump their bags or boxes of personal things on their bunks to claim them, from there taking off their flight harnesses and boots and putting on more respectable and useful shoes for walking around aboard a ship. Klau opened his mouth to speak, before being interrupted by Lucy.
"There is no briefing, Captain Clohmur. You simply need to fly a standard combat and aeropropriety test and report back that everything's functioning. It's not like you're going to blow anyone interesting up yet."
Klau raised his eyebrows as if to say to himself 'Well, you could've told me that sooner. Oh well." The Calliope's gunner Quarree rolled his eyes in irritation that he had just removed his flight gear just to have to put it on again.
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"So a standard flight test kinda trial thing?"
"Guess so."
"By the book, guys. Control, Spot check."
"Region is free of conflicting craft trajectories. You are clear for launch at your leisure, Calliope Squadron." reported the feminine Air Traffic Controller computer in a clear voice. Regardless if Lucy was an oddball, Government regulation ensured ATC would have no variation in the voice and always speak clearly and to the point, ignoring such fancy features like rhetorics and sarcasm.
"Thank You, Control. Flight disagnostics and checklists?"
"Already doing them, Captain." reported Wyle.
"Freddie, how're you?" asked Klau, looking out to the right. A figure inside the ship marked 'FAYDEN' looked back at Klau, giving a thumbs up and nod. "Benz, how about you?", looking to his left the sister ship of the Calliope and Fayden, the pilot of the 'P-EUGEN also gave a thumbs up.
"Wyle, how's are safety check?"
"Life support good, power good, engines good, hydraulics good, weapons locked in standby, emergency systems locked in 'Ready', (as if we could change that), inertial compensation good, tensor fields on standing structure mode, all breakers in position, everything's all green. Waiting on your go ahead, Cap'n."
"Let's get rolling then. Control, this is Diego-Golf-Foxtrot Zero-Niner Five Seven and Eight and Niner. Calliope, departing Errant Venture docking bay for cruise path to trial grounds, Come back."
"Come back, DGF 0957, 0958, 0959, You are all green for departure. Have a safe flight, Calliope Squadon.
"Roger that, Control, all green. Departing. Engines to 30%, take us out and away vector Vessel Errant Venture relative Nil,Nil,Ninety. 15 meters per second."
The docking clamps released and the three corvettes bobbed to the right, turning to face the main hangar bay and flew off into the dark openness of space, flying in a rather comfortably slow velocity towards the Space trials area beyond the station.
"Well that was a singularly boring departure." said Quarree flatly from behind the bridge in the Gunners station.