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<nowiki>::</nowiki> In the pause between Falcon’s reply, he gave a thumbs-up to Commander Core signaling that he’d reconfigured the console. <nowiki>::</nowiki> | <nowiki>::</nowiki> In the pause between Falcon’s reply, he gave a thumbs-up to Commander Core signaling that he’d reconfigured the console. <nowiki>::</nowiki> | ||
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Falcon:=/\= Just in time, Greyson. We’re in a stable position around the nebula, and are looking to | Falcon:=/\= Just in time, Greyson. We’re in a stable position around the nebula, and are looking to slowly increase our distance. The hope is that the further away from the nebula we get, the less active these plants will be. Once you have control, we’ll start off with expanding the orbit an additional 500 meters and go from there. =/\= | ||
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<nowiki>::</nowiki> He began to do as she said, slowly so he didn’t overcompensate or otherwise make a sudden movement that would put them in more danger than they were already. The controls of a holodeck bridge were a lot different than a real live helm system, and this was one hell of a test. oO Don’t get jumpy. Don’t get jumpy. Oo He repeated that silent mantra over and over in his head, sweat starting to form on his brow as he continued to execute the lieutenant’s directives. He was nervous, and this was more than just a pop-quiz. He didn’t know his score, or was he aware of the plant life that was sneaking up behind him. Despite how nervous he was, he had steady hands. <nowiki>::</nowiki> | <nowiki>::</nowiki> He began to do as she said, slowly so he didn’t overcompensate or otherwise make a sudden movement that would put them in more danger than they were already. The controls of a holodeck bridge were a lot different than a real live helm system, and this was one hell of a test. oO Don’t get jumpy. Don’t get jumpy. Oo He repeated that silent mantra over and over in his head, sweat starting to form on his brow as he continued to execute the lieutenant’s directives. He was nervous, and this was more than just a pop-quiz. He didn’t know his score, or was he aware of the plant life that was sneaking up behind him. Despite how nervous he was, he had steady hands. <nowiki>::</nowiki> | ||