2953-09-17 – Tales from the Service: A Coronach for a Spin
The landing locks released with a shuddering clunk, and in Callisto Seyer's vision-helmet, the landing pad began to fall away. There was no sensation of motion at all; the gravitics on the sleek, almost alien Coronach were tuned precisely. In most strike rigs Callisto had flown, there was a brief sensation of motion with dust-off, quickly dampened by the computer.
“Clear of the deck.” Callisto gently nudged the controls to one side, and the hangar outside her began swinging past. Noramlly there was an autopilot routine to line a strike craft up with Star Coracle’s high-gee launch tube, but the autopilot in the Coronach was the stock one, barely reconfigured, and it offered very little automation. From what Callisto had been told, routines like this were things the intended cybernetic pilot was supposed to code into their implants rather than their craft’s systems, making various tweaks to optimize their experience that would carry over from rig to rig.
Fortunately, manual launches were no problem, even in the most ungainly strike craft. The funnel-shaped launch system entrance was well marked with colorful markers that helped her center the direction indicator on all axes, and a gentle nudge with the maneuvering thrusters edged her forward until the first of the magnetic coils was all around her. The techs had tested that the system wouldn’t destroy the Coronach, of course, but it was designed for such launches. The delicate wing-like blades on either side of the craft were nonferrous to minimize stresses put on them, and the inertial isolation system would prevent anything – pilot included – from getting torqued beyond its intended spec.
“I’m in the slot.” Callisto took her hands off the controls and idled the gravitic drive. “Lock the breach.”
“Copy, Zenith. Launch in thirty.”
Callisto could just turn her head enough that the screens in the helmet showed her the great armored hatch of the launch tube sealing behind her. A moment later, the air was pumped out of the tube. This took a while; because there was no hurry to launch, the ship was pumping the air into tanks for later re-use rather than simply opening the outer hatch and venting it into space.
“Five seconds.” The launch controller announced. “Four. Three. Two. Coils powering up...”
There was once again no sensation of motion, even though the brightly painted interior of the launch tube blurred and vanished into blackness. No lights on the rudimentary status HUD the techs had rigged up so much as flickered out of green as Callisto was hurled outward into the void at several hundred meters per second. After waiting a three-count, she brought up power on the gravitic drive and brought the craft into a wide, graceful turn. It responded intuitively to the controls, even though these were a haphazard affair.
“Everything feels fine out here but my back.” Callisto put the craft on a great, gentle orbit around the company mothership to find the recovery tug, which was supposed to be waiting for her. “Where’s the tug?”
“A few clicks dead ahead of Coracle.” Alfred Demirci, not the normal ops controller, responded. “Can’t you pick up his transponder?”
Callisto cast about her heads-up display for a few seconds, until she spotted the blue rectangle labeled NURSEMAID. She noticed other symbols, too – the large blue circle at the center of the carrier, and the distance-faded ellipses indicating the transponders of local merchant traffic. “I have him now. Visuals and situation display being overlaid is going to take some getting used to.”
Less than a minute later, Callisto was engaging reverse thrust to match velocities with the recovery tug. Normally, this too was an autopilot routine, but again, there was nothing in the Coronach’s computer for it. The boxy craft came into visual range, and she had to admit it was better to be sitting inside the Incarnation interceptor than to be watching it approach from an unarmed utility vessel. Coronachs had a nasty reputation, especially among patchily-equipped mercenary units. Demirci Defense was better prepared than most, perhaps, but Gallagher was probably getting a good opportunity to visualize his worst nightmare.
“You pass a visual inspection, Zenith.” Gallagher reported. “Let’s get on with this test. I hear they’ve even got a target for you to blast if you feel up to it.”
“Let’s see how this goes, Nursemaid.” Callisto brought up the mission parameters on her HUD, which had been filled with all the steps of the test flight. The first was an agility test, operating both the thrusters and the gravitic drive in combat-style maneuvers. That might almost be fun – as long as nothing went wrong. “I’m not sure I trust this thing yet.”
“Don’t blame you.” Gallagher chuckled nervously. “Let’s get this over with.”
Callisto sighed, tried to stretch her back only to find the hard wall of the upper housing prevented it, then signaled to ops that she was ready to start the test routine. Her ten minutes couldn’t be over soon enough.
Callisto also attached part of her after-action report on the subjective handling characteristics of the modified Coronach to her account. Her report indicates that the bad cockpit ergonomics of the initial package would have made pilot endurance a serious problem. Maneuvering response to the hand-held controls was excellent, though possibly a bit too sensitive, as even adjusting oneself in the cockpit often caused a control input to be detected.
According to her, there were only three flights with the initial version of the retrofit, after which the Coronach was pulled apart and re-modified with a new version much resembling the production version. The maneuvering responsiveness was toned down a bit, and the automation (mentioned in the account as a problem) was improved by adding extra computing power to the helmet system to take the place of the intended cybernetics.
Most importantly, the new package freed up most of the space lost in the initial version by using a much smaller and more specialized control processing system, and attaching it to the upper cowling rather than to the floor of the pilot’s compartment.
I’m still not sure flying a retrofitted Coronach would be a comfortable experience – Callisto suggests the ergonomics are still a problem even now – but at least it’s good enough that pilots can be in that cockpit for several hours at a time without physical distress.