Old Dogs.
Posted on August 26th, 2014 by Ilaihr

Ilaihr stood there on the bridge, looking at the viewscreen, watching as the operation went underway. Behind him, T’kirr and Wright were making calculations and programming simulations based on his idea to create a convection current to hopefully raise the station, with which they could also implement the subspace bubble around the station to decrease the mass. The mathematics was quite complex; fluid dynamics, field dynamics, barometric interference, possible quantum fluctuations and particle drag coefficients. Ilaihr often prided himself on being well educated and having an insatiable thirst for knowledge, but his idea was out of his hands and in far better ones now.

He was happy, proud of himself; he still had something to offer, he wasnt just an old man. He was glad that Quinn let him voice his idea, even let him go to the bridge to try and help implement it. Although with the Commander and Lieutenant working away, he did feel out of place and just a little bit useless at that moment. The thought that someone should be down there on the station to initiate the subspace bubble was still strong in his mind, though it wasnt his place to question it; he had always held the belief that the greatest dangers should be dealt with by those with a few less years left to live.

On the bright side, he had finally met and spoken to the captain, albeit not in the manner he imagined. He was more apprehensive to address the admiral than he felt he should have been, perhaps because in his mind he is still Captain Ilaihr of Andor, however he knew in his heart he wouldn’t let his apprehension dissuaded him from trying to get to know the captain. He may be 122 biological years old, but even he cant tell what the future will bring, and the possibility of becoming an asset to Blackmore and Atlantis was a hope he held high.