The Olympus carries a number of smaller ships, one of those being the shuttle you are currently on. It lowers itself down into the large domed landing bay of the half-spherical ship, two large blast doors closing above as the shuttle takes place near-center of the landing floor. The boarding ramp on the side of the vessel descends quickly and Rillitan leads the way down to the flat concrete-like-substance below. Wilt watches one of the view screens as the ship enters the docking bay, and touches down. He turns to the exit of the ship as any of the other passengers leave the shuttle, flapping his wings after the others have exited and flies out, looking around for any familiar faces. This time however, he actually spots someone, gliding towards Rillitan and landing in front of him, approaching on foot and greeting the man. "Hello, Rillitan! Guess this is the day I'll be getting started, huh?"
"Looks like." Rillitan mutters gruffly, looking down at Wilt with a slightly annoyed expression, "Tia asked m' t' show you 'bout, too." he adds.
Wilt nods to Rillitan after a moment. "Really? This place did look pretty big from the outside. How big are we talking?"
"Ain't really sure." Rillitan grunts, "She's abou' a third bigger than this landin' bay wide. It cuts through t' top of t' apple, see?" he attempts to indicate with his hands but his display is not a brilliantly clearer show.
Wilt nods again, watching him illustrate with the apple, then looks around for a time, getting some idea by the sheer size of the hangar. "Really, huh? That's pretty big. Well, guess we've got some time to look around, huh? I'll try not to be a bother, honestly!"
"Jus' follow me, we'll take t' service elevator." Rillitan moves towards the center at a steady pace, towards the circular lift that's slightly elevated from the rest of the landing bay. Wilt follows Rillitan down through the elevator, waddling at a quickened pace to attempt to keep up, all the while browsing around to the other ships flying into and out of the hangar. He definately looks like someone who still needs to spend some time in space, however.
"You'll find yourself feelin' a sligh' heavier," Rillitan grunts, "T' Olympus runs on gravity similar t' Mars in NormalSpace, not t' galactic standard, 1.1 more or somethin', makes a difference, eh?" he stands on the service elevator, manning the control panel.
It was true. Wilt did notice himself feeling a bit more sluggish then usual. "Different gravity, huh? Well, this is definately something to get used to." He walks onto the elevator, stepping close to the center, and turns to face Rillitan. "There aren't any side-effects to being weighed down like this, are there?"
"You get healthier." Rillitan replies, flatly, "Put on muscle, good fer yer blood pressure. Hell, you c'n fly in 'ere for an hour 'n go back t' lower gravity ye'll feel like a new man - uh - bat." he presses the descend button and the service lift slowly lowers into the ship proper.
You head into Service Lift - <Olympus>. Service Lift - <Olympus> - Olympus 23:05, 30 May 2010 (UTC)23:05, 30 May 2010 (UTC)23:05, 30 May 2010 (UTC)23:05, 30 May 2010 (UTC)23:05, 30 May 2010 (UTC)23:05, 30 May 2010 (UTC)23:05, 30 May 2010 (UTC)23:05, 30 May 2010 (UTC)23:05, 30 May 2010 (UTC)23:05, 30 May 2010 (UTC)23:05, 30 May 2010 (UTC)23:05, 30 May 2010 (UTC)23:05, 30 May 2010 (UTC)23:05, 30 May 2010 (UTC)23:05, 30 May 2010 (UTC)
A largish lift, big enough to fit ten human sized people in along with cargo. It is painted in dull, military grey and covered in access panels. Clearly meant for quick repair jobs should the lift stop functioning. A single pair of battered and scarred doors lead out.
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Wilt spreads his wings for a moment as the elevator begins its desent, but he gets used to the momentium in the higher gravity enviroment quickly enough, and folds up his wings again. "Well, just so long as it doesn't cause me to get sick or anything, I suppose I'll be fine... But that goes without saying, right?"
"Yeh, I'd prefer it tha' way." Rillitan grunts, keeping his hand on the elevator controls as they pass the second deck and further on. "I'll take ye' t' Deck 3 first, but keep in mind it's usually t' off limits fer anyone who ain't authorised. What is it you do, again? C'ept fly about an' eat, 'course."
"I'm a mechanic. Basically maintance and repairs, replacing and installing components. Things like that, but usually on vechiles designed for the atmosphere, or landed ships." Wilt looks up to Rillitan for a moment, a little concerned about the man's opinion about him. "Seriously, sorry about the other day. Didn't know what came over me, to be honest."
"Listen wings..." Rillitan starts, frowning, "It ain't nothin' personal t' you like. I just ain't the most personable on this 'ere ship, an' prefer it like so. Clueless as t' why Ti put me up to this... Anyway, welcome to Engineerin'." one cue, the walls of the service elevator open out to a 360 degree view of the lower deck, obscured only by the elevator rungs that lower it down.
You head into Engineering - <Olympus>. Engineering - <Olympus> - Olympus 23:05, 30 May 2010 (UTC)23:05, 30 May 2010 (UTC)23:05, 30 May 2010 (UTC)23:05, 30 May 2010 (UTC)23:05, 30 May 2010 (UTC)23:05, 30 May 2010 (UTC)23:05, 30 May 2010 (UTC)23:05, 30 May 2010 (UTC)23:05, 30 May 2010 (UTC)23:05, 30 May 2010 (UTC)23:05, 30 May 2010 (UTC)23:05, 30 May 2010 (UTC)23:05, 30 May 2010 (UTC)23:05, 30 May 2010 (UTC)23:05, 30 May 2010 (UTC)
The lower floor of the Olympus opens out into the engineering section, the service elevator lowering central to the large power plant dedicated to running the ship. It has a distinctly industrial aesthetic, the layout has not been designed for comfort but for ease of use and efficiency.
There is a clearway running from the elevator base to the cargo bay doors, which open down into the forward part of the ship. Right of this clearway leads out into the majority of the life support systems and on a walkway above a layer of equipment is the entrance to the laboratories. To the right of the clearway is the main mechanical workspace, allowing room for the diagnosis and repair equipment that keep the ships engine in running order. Moving behind the service elevator would bring you to the main reactor shell and the majority of the vital systems that keep the Olympus alive. Hanging above the reactor, with circular walkways allowing access to it, is the OtherSpace Drive.
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A Mulebot is here. A Polydenum Storage Barrel is here.
Wilt nods to Rillitan, and chirps. Not exactly sounding like a happy chirp, like he tends to make. He looks around for a moment, looking around the engineering deck. "Well, I suppose I might end up doing some work here as well, eventually."
"I got a bit o' mechanical know 'ow from fixin' bikes." Rillitan declares matter-o-factly, "We got a section t' work on stuff over t'ere." he indicates down to a workshop styled section of engineering, which is mostly free from the bulkier ship systems.
Wilt nods again, taking a look at the workshop where Rillitan pointed out. "Bikes, huh? Well, that's pretty good. I started off as a go-for guy."
The service elevator comes to a stop at the lowest point it can and the safety rails swing open to allow those on the lift a chance to disembark at their leisure. "Go-for wut?" the Timonae asks Wilt, looking down at him with a slight frown. Both are standing on the service elevator, for the moment.
"What floor would you prefer, Mr. Ryoleli?" a soft feminine voice asks, there's a slight mechanical sound to it.
Wilt looks back at Rillitan when he asks him. "Oh, I meant that's what I did. Going off and getting this or that. You know. Tools, replacement parts, supplies or whatever. Nothing glamerous or anything. Just what the company got me to do before they started training me in repairs."
"We just arrived - ye' bloody slow, uh, woman-thin'." the Timonae rebukes hesitantly before snorting lightly to himself. He looks back to Wilt and nods, "Well, migh' 'ave t' same kinda work 'ere, though I can imagine ye'll be useful fer gettin' in t' more, uh, tightly built engines." the Timonae moves off the service lift slowly, moving towards the main reactor.