The navigation room onboard the DECS Pathfinger -a Geophysic Class Science Cruiser- was more sophisticated and advanced than Dismas had ever had the pleasure to work with on cartel or pirate vessels. Antiquated navicomputers had been the norm, punching coordinates with endless repetition because the computer wasn't capable of storing pre-calculated journeys and the details on which nomadic space-creature frequented which hyperlane. During times of war it was most difficult to store the known location of wrecks and debris and many pirates and cartel ships were forced to keep the coordinates on a separate datapad. Not the Pathfinder, though, Dismas had found out to his utter delight. The navicomputer on this ship allowed him to prepare routes almost a week in advance and this allowed him to focus mostly on looking outside.
Looking outside for a navigator concerned with drawing maps had nothing to do with leisure, mind you, but Dismas walked the bridge with a magnifier so he could discover objects in space and add it to the advanced navicomputer he used to create usable charts for these uncharted parts of space. The group of migrating Spellies was the most recent and useful addition to his chart, for only when the giant jellyfish' migrating patterns were sufficiently mapped could they start with preparing hyperlane routes. Dismas, like everyone else on board, hoped they would eventually find planets with resources a plenty that had to be colonized in order to extract them. A succesful business model, if he had ever heard of one, but secretly Dismas hoped for something more...
..he hoped to find long lost pirate vessels. Ships laden with peggats, credits, artwork, golden statues and kyber of the numerous pirates that were rumored to have escaped Republic and FWA persecution through the unknown regions of space. This was a personal goal for him and so tonight, like every other night, he was working hard in the special nagivation room just a door away from the Pathfinder's bridge.
His request with the Captain to launch some of the probe droids to investigate objects he had spotted on the long-range sensors had yet to go unanswered. So he was hunched over his main computer screen and trying to sneak in a few drops of glitterryll -that he kept in a small flask he hid under his tunic- into his thermoflask of caf.
@The Good Doctor
Looking outside for a navigator concerned with drawing maps had nothing to do with leisure, mind you, but Dismas walked the bridge with a magnifier so he could discover objects in space and add it to the advanced navicomputer he used to create usable charts for these uncharted parts of space. The group of migrating Spellies was the most recent and useful addition to his chart, for only when the giant jellyfish' migrating patterns were sufficiently mapped could they start with preparing hyperlane routes. Dismas, like everyone else on board, hoped they would eventually find planets with resources a plenty that had to be colonized in order to extract them. A succesful business model, if he had ever heard of one, but secretly Dismas hoped for something more...
..he hoped to find long lost pirate vessels. Ships laden with peggats, credits, artwork, golden statues and kyber of the numerous pirates that were rumored to have escaped Republic and FWA persecution through the unknown regions of space. This was a personal goal for him and so tonight, like every other night, he was working hard in the special nagivation room just a door away from the Pathfinder's bridge.
His request with the Captain to launch some of the probe droids to investigate objects he had spotted on the long-range sensors had yet to go unanswered. So he was hunched over his main computer screen and trying to sneak in a few drops of glitterryll -that he kept in a small flask he hid under his tunic- into his thermoflask of caf.
@The Good Doctor