Tomaka, in bewilderment, spread his hands to the sides and inviting everyone to their work places, said:: – Well, great, get down to your business, place the equipment and tools, in the medical center and infirmary, we will fly out soon. He politely waved everyone out of the room, but remained standing in the break room. Pythons ignored Tomaki's words and stayed with him, in the room, apparently he wanted to say something. Tomaka didn't answer him at all.
– That's it, I'm running, – Vella said, and walked quickly to the hatch. It opened, the girl turned to the commander and smiled sweetly at him, then went out into the corridor compartment and the door closed behind her.
– Yes, we got a good, chatty brunette in a white coat! Tomaka exclaimed, more to himself than to the Python.
– I hope the doctor is at least normal? – Pythons asked, wary of his own health.
Tomaka and Pithons, after these words, began to discuss flight plans. It wasn't long before their conversation ended and they went to the command room in front of the cockpit.
There was no one in the command center, but they were sitting at a computer panel that glowed with all the colors of neon lights. It was the main brain of the spaceship, the Flying Ferix. All any electronic items that depended on this device and any breakage, also, here was recorded by the computer and reported to the team or in special cases to its commander.
The instruments made various subtle sounds, showing their work. The monitors displayed all system processes, incoming and outgoing data. The main computer brain, not only monitors the system memory itself, but also displays it on the main monitor, which is now, first of all, checked by Tomak, so that it does not hang and the flight does not break.
– Well, the main thing is checked, it's time to assemble a team! – Tomaka said.
– Yes, I agree, it's time, – said Pythons and on the intercom, notified the crew into the microphone.
Soon, the hatch opened and flight engineer Trimon entered the room. A middle-aged man, a cheerful but calm man. He didn't seem to be interested in anything but the screwdriver, just to twist something. True, he has a good recommendation, he knows a lot about his business.
– I finished the panel, the wiring was heated, now it's normal. I changed a couple of wires, I allow you to fly, – said flight engineer Trimon, holding two flight logs in his hands.
– All right, we're waiting for the others, – Tomak's commander said.
– Trimon, are you ready to give me the preflight report? – Pythons asked.
– Yes, I have prepared everything and indicated it in these accounting documents, – said Trimon, and handed them to Pythons. Who, began to carefully review the notes, and Trimon turned his attention to the door.
The hatch opened, Vella passed, followed by the copilot, who gave way to the woman, and the passage closed.
Before that, they had met in the hallway, where he had said to Vella, perhaps with a little more than ordinary propriety, a compliment. This is evident from the way she entered the command post, was a little confused and her face was glowing, not a constant shade of pink. Timba, on the other hand, was like a heroic, pompous male flirting with a female.
The crew, gathered in the command room, completely, five people, now had to hold, who is more convenient to call, a briefing or briefing, they are closer to the preflight divorce. From the words "dilute" in theory, the staff to their official places. Explain to people their work responsibilities, as well as, in case of unforeseen and emergency circumstances, what actions they will have to perform.
