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That spritely, wizened old man with a white beard and a wink and a twinkle in his eye got that ritinculator adjusted quicker than you can sneeze up a chimney.
But all that mezmo got reinjected back up the ramjets--and blew us three realities over and two up.
That's right: A Hyperspatial Mezmo Event Level 9! Just like we learned about back at Zephyr Tech.
I'll have to get in contact with the people who publish the text book and let them know. But the accompanying reality shift has led to some dramatic changes on the USS Imperative. For instance, the ship has undergone a fantastical modernization, and I have been reinvented as its captain! With a spiffy new uniform.
What adventures await? Full steam ahead!
Where's that young First Engineer's Mate? Zwiffy I believe?
Ah there you are my lad! Oooooo and what's all this Mezmo oozing all over the floor? Ha ha! Not to worry.
Let's have a look at that ritinculator... just stand back while I put my finger by my nose and give a nod and....
up Up UP!
"What's going on down there, engine room?" I've got a private speaking tube this time. Much more efficient.
"Well, ah.... First Engineer's Mate Zwicki here, Leftenant. I'm afraid the ramjets have gone a bit mezmo."
"Mezmo is it?" I ask.
"Yes sir, all glowy and vibratey and oozing all over the floor..."
"Yes, yes," I say. "We've all seen the videos online. Well, sounds like you're in need of a spritely, wizened old man with a white beard and a wink and a twinkle in his eye, am I right?" I ask.
"Well, so as long as he can show me how to adjust the ritinculator--"
"Coming right up," I say. "We have just the man."
Frankly, in all my years of night school at Zephyr Tech, I'd never actually fired a ramjet before.
I know that three years at Zephyr Tech with a focus on ramjets looks really good on paper, but I always imagined I'd have some kind of mentor... on the job training, and all that. A spritely, wizened old man with a white beard and a wink and a twinkle in his eye, showing me exactly how to adjust the ritinculator when the ramjet goes all mezmo...
And "going all mezmo" is the official term for what these ramjet engines seem to be doing... kind of glowing, and vibrating, and starting to ooze all over the floor...
"But sir! Er, your Their-ness. The ramjets haven't had a proper shakedown."
Captain @Grombletombus wasn't having it.
"But that kind of speed... at that distance... she needs some trials first. If I'm not mistaken, the Law of the Air, vol 7., chapter 14 says---"
Nope. Not having it at all.
"Prepare the Ramjets!"
"Aye, Leftenant," says the helm. "Preparing the Ramjets. You want mustard on that?"
"Excuse me, helm?!!!"
"Just joking," says the helm. "PREPARE THE RAMJETS!" he hollers down the speaking tube.
Prepare the Ramjets!
prepare the ramjets!
prepare the ramjets
The call echoes through the ship.
"RAMJETS PREPARED!" yells the helm.
"I'm right here," I say.
"Yes, of course Leftenant," says the helm.
"Fire the...," oh god, what am I getting into? "FIRE THE RAMJETS!" I cry.
God it's boring being a steward onboard the USS Imperative, standing around at attention all day in the wardroom in my dress whites while Captain @Grombletombus entertains the "guest." I can see right through that ridiculous costume -- that trenchcoat isn't hiding all those tentacles.
I tell Chief Steward I've got to hit the head. We're over-staffed anyway for this.
There’s not often call for ramjet engineers in the merchant airship service, but I’m glad to see my years of night school at Zephyr Tech finally paying off!
Capt. @Grombletombus has some kind of fatcat in a suit on the bridge, and I just know we’re finally getting a gig and we’ll finally be able to test these engines out. I wonder where we might be headed?
Good evening to you all. I can't tell you my real name because of...past endeavors. I'll write under a pseudonym for now. Anyway, I've just joined the fleet and intend to use my airship for the fastest deliveries in the company. I do hope no one objects to my retro-fitting it with ramjet engines. I do hope I can receive a job soon, but until then, this is Grombletombus, signing off.