<b>XECT!!! WHAT DID I DO? WHY AM I ON "TEH L1NE"?? I only suggested that if Ed hadn't shot himself... Its not particularly a "metagame" (whatever one of those is...) Life is so unfair...</b>
<span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='font-size:14pt;line-height:100%'><span style='color:blue'>"I dont understand why people need so much sleep. Im going to get some target practice."
<span style='font-family:Optima'><span style='color:orange'><i>*wanders off to explore* "If I don't get some shooting practice, I'll go CRAZY!! Hmm...where did I put my weapons?" *leaves mess, muttering to self*</i></span></span>
<b>btw Khaim, I'm a demo too (sorta, more like a chemical ali)</b>
<b>Meta-game thinking is when you use stuff outside the game world to determine what's inside the gameworld. Stuff like "the aliens will probably attack on our shift because we're the main characters". I don't like meta-game thinking because it's not making sense inside the world.</b>
<i>Ok, everyone is sleeping now, you included..
...
You wake up. Once you get that far, you notice that the mess hall is silent. There's a few scattered people eating breakfast, all from your shift. None of the people from the active shift that would usually be playing cards in full armor or talking are there. Mumbling is heard from the groups of people eating breakfast, the kind that is usually heard only when a mission has just finished or a new mission is rumoured.</i>
<span style='color:yellow'><b>*wakes up and does morning rutine* "mmmmm, warm shower" *blink* *heads off to mess, grabs somthing to wake up to.* *seeing the mood of the mess, decides to find the armsmaster (is this the right term for whoevers in charge of the armory? or is it sargent or something? oh well, you know what i mean) to get my wepons cheacked over.... just in case*</b> </span>
<i><span style='font-family:Optima'><span style='color:orange'>*wakes up, reaches under pillow, takes out pistol, and puts it w/ his stuff.* "Eh, gotta take a shower* *Takes shower, holsters pistol. Goes to closet and takes out assault rifle. 'Randy' is etched on the barrel. Takes gun apart, begins to clean it while singing "Gewehr, mein bester Freund, er immer halt mein Leb." absentmindedly*</i></span></span>
<span style='color:gray'><u>*gets up, and takes a cold shower to wake up* "Another shift.... a calm shitft I hope" *puts on a white trousers, and a white shirt, with a wolf drawn on it. Puts on armour* "WHat do I need now? Let me see.... LMG, Vladstock, Kinfe, electric gadgets, ciggarets, Vodka bottles" *takes out a picture, with a group of people laughinf* "And this....." *takes everything stated above, and gets ready for action. Goes to the mess hall, and takes a cup of hot, black coffee and a carbohydrate bar (like those ones athletes eat). Takes a seat on an empty table, since no one is there still*</u></span>
<span style='color:purple'>*Wakes up and get out of bed, walking over to a small desk in his cramped quarters with a small PDA, a laptop, and a mass of wires on it.* "Now I'll just load the last couple programs onto here that I may need in the future..." *Loads some standard door overriding procedures into the PDA, and program to get free beverages from those old style pepsi/coke machines* *Grabs the PDA off the desk with a few wires, stuffing them into a pocket then wandering over to the mess hall, wondering why everyone is so hush-hush.* *Walks over to the only table with a squadmember at it, P-Khan's table and sits down* "Hey man, any idea what's up? Everyone seems really tight lipped, the news of ed's almost-suicide finaly reach them or something?" </span>
<span style='color:orange'>*enters mess hall after another ice cold shower, hair still tied back like during the last shift* *walks over to Khaim and P-Khan* "Jeez, what's with everyone here, they look like someone just died."</span>
<span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='color:green'>*wakes up, has another ice-cold shower, and puts on armour* "I'm gonna find the **** who used all the water, then I'm going to kill him. Slowly. And painfully." *heads back to locker and grabs his med kit and weapons, rifling through his med kit to make sure (again) he's got everything* "Yep, it's all here." *walks into mess hall* "...oookay, someone care to fill us in?" *grabs a ration bar and a piping hot coffee, and sits down next to Khaim, Khan and Dark*</span></span>
<span style='color:green'>*Walks into the mess hall, scouting for his usual seat. A pair of station technicians regards him for a second, dismissing his flight suit, torso armor, and neurohelmet without a second thought." "Humpff. You'd think an installation of this size might have a <i>little</i> bit more hot water to go around." *turns to face Khan's group two tables over* "So what you guys wager? We cleaning out a ship on this one, or an outpost?"</span>
<b>The proper term would be quartermaster. He manages the quarterdeck, all munitions, supplies, and answers to the ship's "Air Boss" regarding materiel availiability and readiness. If it's your weapon you want checked out, I'd see the range sergeant. (We're kinda getting into a black-water Navy/Army mix here, considering in most situations like this a loaded firearm would only really be allowed in the range. Anyhow, it's xect's call. I doubt Frontiersmen would be caught without a loaded weapon at all times.)</b>
<span style='color:yellow'><b>*gets back to the mess, with a new confidance in her equipment. sits down with squadmates.* " Hi there. Do you guys feel that? It feels like something bad happened... or is going to happen....i dunno. Maybe its just what happened to Ed. I...cant tell. but i made shure my equipment is in working order. And I'm gunna pray for a boring day today." *grabs a bland nutrition bar just for so I'm not hungry later.*</b> </span>
<span style='color:gray'><span style='font-family:Courier'>*I'm snoring loudly in my bunk when a spider slowly starts to lower himself above my head. He flutters with each exhale and is sucked closer with each breath. He is now inches away from my gaping mouth, my tounge sprawled across the side. Growing closer.....closer.....*</span></span>
<span style='color:white'> *Ed lays on his bunk, He hated this room, too far from Ferrin and the Twins for his taste. Plus, he felt lonely without Wynona's constant humming within an arm's reach away. Stupid room, cant even hear the engines from here. I miss the good old days, spending a few days on a transport run, sleeping in the pilot's seat wth a song blaring over the PA, even that lever that jabbed him is the side. Ed rolls over, expecting to hit bulkhead like back on the W.T. Hell, Instead, he rolls off the cot and lands onot the floor.*
"Ow! *yawn* why do i always find myself on the floor in the morning?" *Ed stands up, scratches his back, then get's changed. <i>I bathed, got shot, was out for a few hours, got cleaned up by the med staff, then went back to bed, unless someone was eating crackers in my bed while i was asleep, im fine. Plus, its... CRAP! Late again! no hot water anyways.</i> Ed put's his armor on and picks up his insect like helmet. <i>Glad i left my regular feild helmet in the Ferrin, I'd look like a looter carring it around too.</i> Ed enters the surprisingly dead common area. and makes a beeline to the quartermaster.
"Can i have Wynona back now? the tech guys said Nyjack was disabled, so the ship's in no danger, plus i go on duty soon."</span>
<span style='color:orange'>"Hey Dea. I know what you mean, something's gonna happen and I have a feeling it's not gonna be pretty. Oh, yeah, I forgot. There's someone in our shift who, well, isn't really stable upstairs, you know? His names Spinviper. He did a few things back on the W.T. Hell that I'd rather not dicuss." *starts to idly finger Erin's engagement ring hanging on a piece of black string around his neck*</span>
<span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='font-size:14pt;line-height:100%'><span style='color:blue'>*gets a nice hot shower and head to mess hall*
"whats up people? cold showers again eh? Maybe if you took some time to look at the schematic diagram of the dihydrogenmonoxide sytem, you can get a warm one every day."
*sees blank faces*
"its quite simple. each shift is assigned a different section for sleeping and stuff. Each of these sections has a different water tank. All you need to do is to look on the shift list to see what shifts are on duty when you wake up and what section they are in. If you wake up late, all you need to do to get a hot shower is to head over to the section whose shift is on duty. they wont be needing the water. It may be a long walk, but its worth it."
*get some food and some carbohydrate bars for later on*</span></span></span>
<span style='color:white'><b>*Comes over to the table, sitting down with a half-eager, half-concerned look on his face.*
"Did you hear? Seems we didnt get the action anyway."
*realizes you didn't hear*
"The ship that was analyzing this Kharaa evolution didnt respond to the call this "night". A team has been dispatched, and they have the rest of the shift waiting in the infantry portals to phase in with reinforcements. From what I've heard, it might well take the whole of their shift to clean that mess. Not to mention, they're up against more than normal aliens. It's take more than what they're used to to break open those test chambers. Anyway, they've got enough personel on the shifts now that even if they lose enough that they run out of reinforcements, they'd fry the station, and the asteroide it's on, as a security measure rather than calling us in and gamble the planet. So all this means is that we'll be working two-shift days so that we can clean any attacks by old-school kharaa if they attack somewhere in the meantime." </span></b>
<span style='color:green'>"Fantastic. I take it we're not getting paid any more for this deal either." *remembers an old movie quote from his childhood* "I hate to be the materialistic weasel of the group... but are we getting hazard pay out of this?"</span> <!--emo&:D--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/biggrin.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='biggrin.gif'><!--endemo-->
<b>Cookie to the first person who correctly guesses the movie title and character who said that.</b>
Armaggedon, the horny guy <!--emo&???--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/confused.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='confused.gif'><!--endemo--> You know the dude who went crazy and rode the Nuke. <b><span style='color:purple'>
*heads back to his quarters and tidys it up.*</span></b>
<i><span style='font-family:Optima'><span style='color:orange'>*Finishes cleaning his rifle, gets up and goes to the mess.* "What's with the faces? Jeez, cheer up..." *someone informs him of current status.* "Oh, crap. Um, if anyone needs me, I'll be practicing my weaponry." </span></span></i>
<span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='color:green'>"Morning Dea, xect." *boggles at Boggles* <-- yeah, it's lame, sue me <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif'><!--endemo--> "You mean they have separate water systems for each shift? And to think I accused them of cost cutting." *turns back to xect* "Well, I sure hope they have better luck than we did when we first came across the new Kharaa." *shudders* *gets up, grabs four more ration bars and stashes them in his pack, then draws a second coffee and sits back down, sipping carefully at the near-boiling cup*</span></span>
<span style='color:gray'><u>*hears to xect's warning abour us being reinforcements* "Awh ****. And I thought I was probably not going to die today" *finishes cofee and heads to the quartermaster* "I need ammo clips please" *loads up on clips for LMG and Vladstock and heads back to mess hall* "I brought more ammo than I need. Here, load up!" *throws several clips for standard LMG and stnadrad Pistols* "Here Ed, I know your pistol needs special ammo" *throws a different type of clip for the Wynona</u></span>
<span style='color:purple'>*takes some clips* "Heh, I'd say you guys did pretty well against the khaara, 1 casualty right? thats not very bad against your odds. Comming to think of the new khaara though, anyone seen the new faster reload shotguns or that new type of grenade launcher? Heard they're real nice."</span>
<span style='color:yellow'><b>*stashes a few clips* "Well, its good to hear that we're not the ones to get slaughtered. I sorta feel bad for the ones thats going to, though. Anyway. Scince we're not off to kill and die, anyone want to jion me in the sims? Jaeger? Ed?" *goes to the sims and dials up a flight sim. Adds a few folds in space between the 3rd and 4th planets, turns the sun into a white dwarf, and enters.*</b> </span>
<span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='font-size:14pt;line-height:100%'><span style='color:blue'>"is it alright if i tag along? Its just i've always wanted to be a pilot but i got put on the wrong course. by the time i realised that we were repairing the ship instead of flyint it, it was too late."</span></span></span>
<span style='color:white'> *After a little more begging, Ed Finally gets Wynona from the quartermaster. Ed slams one of his new FF enabeled clips into wynona and locks the body down. Ed hears Dea talk about the sim.*
"Sounds like fun." *Ed grins devilishly. Ed slings Wynona and walks to the console and enters the craft modifier program.* "Hey Boggles, you can tag along. Just let me load up Ferrin inot this thing." *Ed types away at the console, a wireframe ship comes up, the standard computer voice pipes up from the console. "<i>BM-408 freighter data accepted</i>" *Ed grins and enters the simulation*</span>
<span style='color:purple'><b> *Heads to field course where he trains up his field medic combat by having to navigate through the obstacle course and find the wounded target. After a while when he's exhausted and checks his results, showing that his accuracy some-what-sucks, he grumbles and heads to the lounge, he switches on the television and looks through the channels, he sees the flight simulator is active and switches it on, Watching the view from inside the cockpit where he can watch the people control the ship, he starts mimicing them adding in his own sound effects.*</b></span>
<span style='color:green'>*Follows Dea and Ed into the simulator complex, tapping twice on a datascreen next to a black clamshell pod and thumbing a small disc into a palm-sized datadrive on the pod exterior* <i>SA/F-240A Thunderhawk flight simulator module installed. Standing by.</i> "How about we get this party started" *enters the simulator pod, plugging his flight neurohelmet into the AI flight interface* <i>Gyro stability calibration check. Ready. Sensors online. Navigation online. Internal reactor status: nominal.</i> *continues running preflight checks, fumbling a bit on the JTIDS display when two of the submodes fail to initialize* "Hrmm. Have to get this sorted out." <i>Fuel green. Ordnance green. Life support green. Secondary subsystems function check. Function check complete. All systems ready. Good morning, Black Sun.</i></span>
<span style='color:gray'><u>"Who's the other electriconics expert again? I'm going to the engeneering hazard course" *goes to the training room, and choses a program. Have to open several locked doors before a holographic skulk reaches you* "Think I'll go with this one.... Just gonna have a coke before" *heads to coke machine, and grabs a coke. Sits down at a chair by the training rooms door*</u></span>
<span style='color:white'> *Ed sits in the holographic cockpit, he looks around him. he shakes his head.* "Man, this simulator is prettty good." *Ed throws some switches, the hum of the engines starting up takes Ed off guard.* "Too good, not used to it starting without having to kick it first." *Ed looks over the controls, and chuckles. "Transphasic Generator, check. At least it kept my aftermarket modifications intact" *Ed hits a few switches and another hum is heard as the Transphasic Generator charges. "So, what's the flightplan? we racin' or dogfightin'?" </span>
<b> I should explain somthing, a Transphasic Generator is basically the predecessor to the Phasegate, designed as a long range drive, it pushes whatever matter is within it's field into transphasic space, causing the contents to move faster than light, but, the ship must be traveling at a high enough speed to enter transphasic space, otherwise the bubble could collaspe and overload the generator, causing a rather large detonation. So, Ed firing up the generator while still at rest seems insane, to the other pilots anyway.</b>
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<span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='font-size:14pt;line-height:100%'><span style='color:blue'>"I dont understand why people need so much sleep. Im going to get some target practice."
*wanders off*</span></span></span>
"If I don't get some shooting practice, I'll go CRAZY!! Hmm...where did I put my weapons?"
*leaves mess, muttering to self*</i></span></span>
<b>btw Khaim, I'm a demo too (sorta, more like a chemical ali)</b>
<i>Ok, everyone is sleeping now, you included..
...
You wake up. Once you get that far, you notice that the mess hall is silent. There's a few scattered people eating breakfast, all from your shift. None of the people from the active shift that would usually be playing cards in full armor or talking are there. Mumbling is heard from the groups of people eating breakfast, the kind that is usually heard only when a mission has just finished or a new mission is rumoured.</i>
sorry...
but in my defence i said it ooc</b>
"mmmmm, warm shower" *blink*
*heads off to mess, grabs somthing to wake up to.*
*seeing the mood of the mess, decides to find the armsmaster (is this the right term for whoevers in charge of the armory? or is it sargent or something? oh well, you know what i mean) to get my wepons cheacked over.... just in case*</b> </span>
"Eh, gotta take a shower*
*Takes shower, holsters pistol. Goes to closet and takes out assault rifle. 'Randy' is etched on the barrel. Takes gun apart, begins to clean it while singing "Gewehr, mein bester Freund, er immer halt mein Leb." absentmindedly*</i></span></span>
"Another shift.... a calm shitft I hope"
*puts on a white trousers, and a white shirt, with a wolf drawn on it. Puts on armour*
"WHat do I need now? Let me see.... LMG, Vladstock, Kinfe, electric gadgets, ciggarets, Vodka bottles"
*takes out a picture, with a group of people laughinf*
"And this....."
*takes everything stated above, and gets ready for action. Goes to the mess hall, and takes a cup of hot, black coffee and a carbohydrate bar (like those ones athletes eat). Takes a seat on an empty table, since no one is there still*</u></span>
"Now I'll just load the last couple programs onto here that I may need in the future..."
*Loads some standard door overriding procedures into the PDA, and program to get free beverages from those old style pepsi/coke machines*
*Grabs the PDA off the desk with a few wires, stuffing them into a pocket then wandering over to the mess hall, wondering why everyone is so hush-hush.*
*Walks over to the only table with a squadmember at it, P-Khan's table and sits down*
"Hey man, any idea what's up? Everyone seems really tight lipped, the news of ed's almost-suicide finaly reach them or something?"
</span>
*walks over to Khaim and P-Khan*
"Jeez, what's with everyone here, they look like someone just died."</span>
"I'm gonna find the **** who used all the water, then I'm going to kill him. Slowly. And painfully."
*heads back to locker and grabs his med kit and weapons, rifling through his med kit to make sure (again) he's got everything*
"Yep, it's all here."
*walks into mess hall*
"...oookay, someone care to fill us in?"
*grabs a ration bar and a piping hot coffee, and sits down next to Khaim, Khan and Dark*</span></span>
"Humpff. You'd think an installation of this size might have a <i>little</i> bit more hot water to go around."
*turns to face Khan's group two tables over*
"So what you guys wager? We cleaning out a ship on this one, or an outpost?"</span>
<b>The proper term would be quartermaster. He manages the quarterdeck, all munitions, supplies, and answers to the ship's "Air Boss" regarding materiel availiability and readiness. If it's your weapon you want checked out, I'd see the range sergeant. (We're kinda getting into a black-water Navy/Army mix here, considering in most situations like this a loaded firearm would only really be allowed in the range. Anyhow, it's xect's call. I doubt Frontiersmen would be caught without a loaded weapon at all times.)</b>
" Hi there. Do you guys feel that? It feels like something bad happened... or is going to happen....i dunno. Maybe its just what happened to Ed. I...cant tell. but i made shure my equipment is in working order. And I'm gunna pray for a boring day today."
*grabs a bland nutrition bar just for so I'm not hungry later.*</b> </span>
"Ow! *yawn* why do i always find myself on the floor in the morning?" *Ed stands up, scratches his back, then get's changed. <i>I bathed, got shot, was out for a few hours, got cleaned up by the med staff, then went back to bed, unless someone was eating crackers in my bed while i was asleep, im fine. Plus, its... CRAP! Late again! no hot water anyways.</i> Ed put's his armor on and picks up his insect like helmet. <i>Glad i left my regular feild helmet in the Ferrin, I'd look like a looter carring it around too.</i> Ed enters the surprisingly dead common area. and makes a beeline to the quartermaster.
"Can i have Wynona back now? the tech guys said Nyjack was disabled, so the ship's in no danger, plus i go on duty soon."</span>
*starts to idly finger Erin's engagement ring hanging on a piece of black string around his neck*</span>
"whats up people? cold showers again eh? Maybe if you took some time to look at the schematic diagram of the dihydrogenmonoxide sytem, you can get a warm one every day."
*sees blank faces*
"its quite simple. each shift is assigned a different section for sleeping and stuff. Each of these sections has a different water tank. All you need to do is to look on the shift list to see what shifts are on duty when you wake up and what section they are in. If you wake up late, all you need to do to get a hot shower is to head over to the section whose shift is on duty. they wont be needing the water. It may be a long walk, but its worth it."
*get some food and some carbohydrate bars for later on*</span></span></span>
"Did you hear? Seems we didnt get the action anyway."
*realizes you didn't hear*
"The ship that was analyzing this Kharaa evolution didnt respond to the call this "night". A team has been dispatched, and they have the rest of the shift waiting in the infantry portals to phase in with reinforcements. From what I've heard, it might well take the whole of their shift to clean that mess. Not to mention, they're up against more than normal aliens. It's take more than what they're used to to break open those test chambers. Anyway, they've got enough personel on the shifts now that even if they lose enough that they run out of reinforcements, they'd fry the station, and the asteroide it's on, as a security measure rather than calling us in and gamble the planet. So all this means is that we'll be working two-shift days so that we can clean any attacks by old-school kharaa if they attack somewhere in the meantime."
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*remembers an old movie quote from his childhood*
"I hate to be the materialistic weasel of the group... but are we getting hazard pay out of this?"</span> <!--emo&:D--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/biggrin.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='biggrin.gif'><!--endemo-->
<b>Cookie to the first person who correctly guesses the movie title and character who said that.</b>
<b><span style='color:purple'>
*heads back to his quarters and tidys it up.*</span></b>
"What's with the faces? Jeez, cheer up..."
*someone informs him of current status.*
"Oh, crap. Um, if anyone needs me, I'll be practicing my weaponry."
</span></span></i>
*boggles at Boggles* <-- yeah, it's lame, sue me <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif'><!--endemo-->
"You mean they have separate water systems for each shift? And to think I accused them of cost cutting."
*turns back to xect*
"Well, I sure hope they have better luck than we did when we first came across the new Kharaa." *shudders*
*gets up, grabs four more ration bars and stashes them in his pack, then draws a second coffee and sits back down, sipping carefully at the near-boiling cup*</span></span>
"Awh ****. And I thought I was probably not going to die today"
*finishes cofee and heads to the quartermaster*
"I need ammo clips please"
*loads up on clips for LMG and Vladstock and heads back to mess hall*
"I brought more ammo than I need. Here, load up!"
*throws several clips for standard LMG and stnadrad Pistols*
"Here Ed, I know your pistol needs special ammo"
*throws a different type of clip for the Wynona</u></span>
"Heh, I'd say you guys did pretty well against the khaara, 1 casualty right? thats not very bad against your odds. Comming to think of the new khaara though, anyone seen the new faster reload shotguns or that new type of grenade launcher? Heard they're real nice."</span>
"Well, its good to hear that we're not the ones to get slaughtered. I sorta feel bad for the ones thats going to, though. Anyway. Scince we're not off to kill and die, anyone want to jion me in the sims? Jaeger? Ed?"
*goes to the sims and dials up a flight sim. Adds a few folds in space between the 3rd and 4th planets, turns the sun into a white dwarf, and enters.*</b> </span>
"Sounds like fun."
*Ed grins devilishly. Ed slings Wynona and walks to the console and enters the craft modifier program.*
"Hey Boggles, you can tag along. Just let me load up Ferrin inot this thing."
*Ed types away at the console, a wireframe ship comes up, the standard computer voice pipes up from the console. "<i>BM-408 freighter data accepted</i>" *Ed grins and enters the simulation*</span>
*Heads to field course where he trains up his field medic combat by having to navigate through the obstacle course and find the wounded target. After a while when he's exhausted and checks his results, showing that his accuracy some-what-sucks, he grumbles and heads to the lounge, he switches on the television and looks through the channels, he sees the flight simulator is active and switches it on, Watching the view from inside the cockpit where he can watch the people control the ship, he starts mimicing them adding in his own sound effects.*</b></span>
<i>SA/F-240A Thunderhawk flight simulator module installed. Standing by.</i>
"How about we get this party started"
*enters the simulator pod, plugging his flight neurohelmet into the AI flight interface*
<i>Gyro stability calibration check. Ready. Sensors online. Navigation online. Internal reactor status: nominal.</i>
*continues running preflight checks, fumbling a bit on the JTIDS display when two of the submodes fail to initialize*
"Hrmm. Have to get this sorted out."
<i>Fuel green. Ordnance green. Life support green. Secondary subsystems function check. Function check complete. All systems ready. Good morning, Black Sun.</i></span>
*goes to the training room, and choses a program. Have to open several locked doors before a holographic skulk reaches you*
"Think I'll go with this one.... Just gonna have a coke before"
*heads to coke machine, and grabs a coke. Sits down at a chair by the training rooms door*</u></span>
<b> I should explain somthing, a Transphasic Generator is basically the predecessor to the Phasegate, designed as a long range drive, it pushes whatever matter is within it's field into transphasic space, causing the contents to move faster than light, but, the ship must be traveling at a high enough speed to enter transphasic space, otherwise the bubble could collaspe and overload the generator, causing a rather large detonation. So, Ed firing up the generator while still at rest seems insane, to the other pilots anyway.</b>