“I see...” Eanne watched Satra for a few more moments before turning back to Isabella. “Well, thank you for your time, professor. This has been a very productive and enjoyable visit, but I think it is time I leave you to work work – I'm sure there are more experiments that require your attention. Perhaps we will speak again later – though hopefully not about taxes.” She finished with a friendly smile.
She sees the scout master in front of it, ensuring that it's restrained properly and won't tumble about in case the ship has to move violently. "Hmm, an older model, but everything seems in check. Mass driver weaponry, I'd prefer plasma, but to each their own."
The older woman kisses back hungrily, evidently letting Elena take the lead for a bit, while her daughter recovers from orgasm.
The bridge crew sends a confirmation message. Looking at the estimates, he sees that it'll take about two days of travelling for the fleet to reach its destination.
Isabella nods, tapping a few buttons on a wrist mounted console. "...And, there. You should be getting the coordinates right now." A beep from Eanne's communicator proves the scientist correct. "You're more than welcome to return to my lab, either as a councillor, or just because you wanted to see another experiment." She turns back to the screen getting back to work.
"I'd say I can." She nods. "Depends on what you want me to upgrade, though, not enough resources here to do more than one upgrade, I'd say. I could probably boost the armour, firepower, or the engine's top speed."
“I might... have a nice day, professor. Goodbye!” Eanne left Isabella to her work and headed out of the building.
As the time for dinner comes by, he knows he can order something up to his cabin or eat in the staff officer's mess. Alternatively, he could go to the main mess to get food with the lower ranking officers, and common crew, an unusual but not unheard of decision.
Looking at her portable terminal, she sees that the planet is unnamed, simply numbered XT-8088 by the Institute. It's a tropical planet in a Sol-type star system, probably a candidate for colonisation someday, out near the galactic rim, maybe a week and a half away.
"Alright. I'll get to work." She nods.
So it's a still-unnamed planet. I doubt anyone else would be interested in it, so it should be fine to leave it to the Institute for now. Eanne nodded to herself as she put her terminal away. “Well, so far today things have been going better than I dared hope. Let's head back to the ship for now.” She decided as she checked the time.
They quickly make it back to the ship. Checking the time, she sees that it's sunset.
Heading down, receiving a score of salutes, he sees that the food quality varies with rank, from edible slurry for the lowest ranks, to decent enough food for the lower ranked officers.