"Treng. . ?"
>The engineer looks around. Not seeing whomever he's looking for.
"Oh well, not my problem if-"
>The man stops as he senses someone looking at him, and turns around to see a woman standing behind him.
"Oh, c-captain, shouldn't you be handling the final checks?"
>The captain sighs.
"I need you at your post, Midshipman Brown."
"Of course! Yes ma'am!"
>The engineer rushes off, heading to his station.
—————————————————->2 hours later.
>The Captain steps out onto the command deck, looking over the crew in charge of keeping the ship running. As she makes her way to her chair, she lets out a sigh of relief.
"I hate speeches. . . are we ready to launch?"
"All systems are ready for launch, captain."
>The captain leans to the side, pressing down on a button on the armrest of the chair.
"All crew, prepare for launch."
>The captain leans back in her chair, making sure she's securely in place as the final launch sequence runs.
"Launch in 5, 4, 3, 2. . . 1. . ."
>The submarine jolts as it beings moving away from the city.
"All systems within acceptable levels, captain!"
>Another sigh of relief comes from the captain.
"Perfect, let us dive then."
>The crew member nods, and with great jolt, the RV Nautilus sinks below the waves. . .
—————————————————->Date: February 14th, 2017>Below the Gulf of Alaska
>T-Minus: 7 Days, 10 Hours
>Deep within the bowels of the ship, the engineering crew works away at making sure that none of the systems are broken, with no unexpected variables, however, this is a task that allows those assigned to it to slack off.
>With nothing particularly wrong with the ship, the engineer from earlier lies back on a chair, talking to someone while (barely) doing his duties.
"I'm telling you Treng, your culture is really interesting, you'll have to tell Liz about it, we could even make a day out of it!"
>The man spins on his chair.
"Like, you could visit me and Liz, and I could cook one of my famous chillis, you'd love it man, I make a great chilli - not too spicy that you can't eat it or anything."