Course Plotted. Engage.
I took command of the USS aRVoh NCC-1702 a scant three days ago. After picking her up from Rental Dock we took her to Home Dock and loaded her with provisions for our 40 day mission to the western reaches of the country. She is a small but sturdy vessel with a surprising amount of interior cargo storage and some nice amenities including powered outlets, AC, a fridge, a cooktop, running water and perhaps most important its own personal waste removal station. I was initially taken a back by the loudness of her engines, but after a few days have become accustomed to the roar of her engine and the numerous knocks and creaks that accompany a vessel of this size. I will have to have maintenance look at the fore vent hatch as it has a persistent rattle, however, that too is quickly becoming just another background noise.
My crew of Commander N. DeCruz and Ensigns Brian and Peter have performed admirably to date. It has been an adjustment for us all as none of us has undertaken a road journey of this magnitude before. In the first few minutes out of home dock, Ensigns Peter and Brian aptly noticed that some of the interior rear cargo storage compartments had faulty latches and after a brief delay for repairs we were able to lash them shut with a cord. The Commander plotted out our entire course far in advance and the Ensigns are soaking in the whole experience as one would hope. I believe the Ensigns are up over 20 in their quest to find all 48 passenger shuttle home port identification markers.
The first leg of our journey brought us through the known territories of the Berkshires where we encountered some fog nebulas and persistent cosmic winds that buffeted the vessel on occasion. As this is my first command of a vessel of this size, there as definitely been a learning curve over piloting the standard passenger shuttles I have been accustomed to. Lack of a rear view portal has been difficult, but not insurmountable. The biggest difference I have noticed is the routine engagement one has with 18 Wheel Class Battlecruisers is vastly different. When piloting passenger shuttles these engagements were really no big deal, but RV class vessels cannot simply outrun or outmaneuver these formidable opponents. They constantly creep up into our security perimeter and we have to go to full battle stations until the threat has past. In the Northeast Sector it is rare to see the dreaded Tandem Class Mega Battlecruisers, but as we venture west they are becoming more and more numerous. And these are not just the double shortened rear segmented ones, but the fully armed dual trailered ones. The worst of the bunch have been the Walmartian Empire’s War Wagons which range far and wide secure in the knowledge that their empire is so vast few would engage them. On our trek through the Berkshire sector, one 18 Wheel Class Walmartian War Wagon and her scowling Captain engaged us relentless for the better part of hour. It was a constant back and forth for regional supremacy and if not for the Interstate Accords I would have opened fire upon him numerous times. Even now as I glance in my side view portals I can still see his beady eyes glaring at me with his three day old scruff, plaid shirt and Git-R-Done cap as he sips from his 64 oz Big Gulp.
We have pushed hard in the first two days of our journey in our effort to move into uncharted territory for the DeCruz clan as quickly as possible. So far we have covered just about 700 miles, 10% of our total charted path, and prepare to take a more leisurely paced exploration of the Midwest sector’s offerings with our first main stop at the Football Hall of Fame tomorrow morning.