Wash looks back, and heaves an overdramatic, long-suffering sigh.
"Okay. A clause about me being the only person who gets to give flying lessons on this bridge needs to happen. 'Scuse me for just ooonne sec...."
He leans over to turn a group of switches all the way to the left of the console, then types in a quick command on the primary keyboard. It beeps in reply; satisfied, he crosses to the co-pilot's chair and finishes shunting over a little bit of the control to that station.
"Constellations, radar, pitch/yaw/roll readings -- that's the tiny one in the middle right -- we're in Norton Quadrant right now, so besides that big arc, your primary guidepoint's the star cluster in the bottom center right there."
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"Okay. A clause about me being the only person who gets to give flying lessons on this bridge needs to happen. 'Scuse me for just ooonne sec...."
He leans over to turn a group of switches all the way to the left of the console, then types in a quick command on the primary keyboard. It beeps in reply; satisfied, he crosses to the co-pilot's chair and finishes shunting over a little bit of the control to that station.
"Constellations, radar, pitch/yaw/roll readings -- that's the tiny one in the middle right -- we're in Norton Quadrant right now, so besides that big arc, your primary guidepoint's the star cluster in the bottom center right there."