Post by MikDaTv on Feb 2, 2017 2:03:22 GMT -5
To Shadow Sworn exited hyperspace in orbit around Quantxi, one of Ord Mantell’s moons, with a hail of flashing lights emanating from the console and smoke billowing out of the hyperdrive back in the engineering compartments.
“Hyperdrive has gone offline! Engine 3 temp is 40 degrees over the red line!” PP-R31 reported in a nervous yelp.
“Shutting it down.” Gene replied as he grabbed the throttle control for the engine 3 and yanked it all the way back and then flipped the switch that turned it off. “What happened?”
PP looked over the engineering readouts coming over the co-pilot’s console. “Oil pressure is at zero for engine 3 and dropping for engine 4. We must have sprung a leak somewhere. Coolant pressure is high but stable. Engine 3 temp is falling.”
Gene throttled engine 4 down to almost nothing as a temporary stop gap to solve it’s dropping oil pressure and put the ship into a steep decent. With only two engines at 100% they needed to get down and land before engine 4 failed completely. Gene had little experience with in flight emergencies but over the past 18 hours he’d been in combat and was now fighting for control of his ship against multiple engineering problems. “Hang on PP, we’re going to get this thing down.” he said and put the com headset on. “ATC this is To Shadow Sworn. I am declaring an emergency. One engine is out and another is about to join it in the next few minutes. I need a landing pad on Quantxi.”
A few brief seconds passed before he got the reply. “Shadow Sworn, this is ATC,” Came the robotic voice of a droid aircraft controller. “Landing pad 07 outside of the Blue Jewel Recycling Center has been cleared for use. Your descent lane has been cleared. Sending your coordinates now.”
Gene saw the landing pad marked by ATC and adjusted course. As the engine temp in number 4 reached it’s safety limits, Gene began throttling back on all the engines and kicked the repulser engines on. The repulsers accepted the weight of the ship and Gene guided it down for a hard, but safe landing on the pad. As soon as they were down, Gene shut all the engines down completely and began a system diagnostic. “PP, get back into the engineering compartment and find out what happened.”
“I’m a service droid, not an astromech.” PP complained.
“I don’t care what you are. You have the ships technical specs and user manual chard wired into your data core. Your more qualified than me.” Gene ordered, unstrapping himself from the chair. “I want to go down to the cargo bay and see what damage bouncing those battle droids around did.”
“Hyperdrive has gone offline! Engine 3 temp is 40 degrees over the red line!” PP-R31 reported in a nervous yelp.
“Shutting it down.” Gene replied as he grabbed the throttle control for the engine 3 and yanked it all the way back and then flipped the switch that turned it off. “What happened?”
PP looked over the engineering readouts coming over the co-pilot’s console. “Oil pressure is at zero for engine 3 and dropping for engine 4. We must have sprung a leak somewhere. Coolant pressure is high but stable. Engine 3 temp is falling.”
Gene throttled engine 4 down to almost nothing as a temporary stop gap to solve it’s dropping oil pressure and put the ship into a steep decent. With only two engines at 100% they needed to get down and land before engine 4 failed completely. Gene had little experience with in flight emergencies but over the past 18 hours he’d been in combat and was now fighting for control of his ship against multiple engineering problems. “Hang on PP, we’re going to get this thing down.” he said and put the com headset on. “ATC this is To Shadow Sworn. I am declaring an emergency. One engine is out and another is about to join it in the next few minutes. I need a landing pad on Quantxi.”
A few brief seconds passed before he got the reply. “Shadow Sworn, this is ATC,” Came the robotic voice of a droid aircraft controller. “Landing pad 07 outside of the Blue Jewel Recycling Center has been cleared for use. Your descent lane has been cleared. Sending your coordinates now.”
Gene saw the landing pad marked by ATC and adjusted course. As the engine temp in number 4 reached it’s safety limits, Gene began throttling back on all the engines and kicked the repulser engines on. The repulsers accepted the weight of the ship and Gene guided it down for a hard, but safe landing on the pad. As soon as they were down, Gene shut all the engines down completely and began a system diagnostic. “PP, get back into the engineering compartment and find out what happened.”
“I’m a service droid, not an astromech.” PP complained.
“I don’t care what you are. You have the ships technical specs and user manual chard wired into your data core. Your more qualified than me.” Gene ordered, unstrapping himself from the chair. “I want to go down to the cargo bay and see what damage bouncing those battle droids around did.”
