[ Most sims are designed to simulate the Matrix experience, to allow operatives to practice forgetting the laws of physics and gravity. The piloting sims are the opposite: no plugging in, no uploaded assistance, all laws of nature programmed into effect. The console is set in a generic cockpit mock-up, designed to match as many ZDG ships as possible. Luckily, Kate has informed him, the Atalanta is pretty generic, too. A few of her recent upgrades have been input by the technician who operates the place to get as close to realism as possible, but it's all fairly bare bones.
Kate perches on the copilot's seat, one leg drawn up beneath her, twisted around to watch Hawke and the 'windshield' screen and output monitors at once. She makes no attempt to pretend her attention isn't entirely focused on his performance, or that it isn't a very keen and judgmental sort of attention, weighing each choice he makes against some invisible score sheet, ticking off boxes in her head as he goes. Pre-flight checks, take off, dock exit protocols, some basic winding through tunnels. She's been friendly enough but since they started it's been mostly business.
Next up is apparently evasive or combat maneuvers, as a Sentinel warning starts beeping, a little red light flashing in the dim faux-cabin and a read-out indicating a pair of them coming up fast on the left. Kate doesn't say anthing, just keeps watching intently. Don't fuck up, Hawke. ]
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Kate perches on the copilot's seat, one leg drawn up beneath her, twisted around to watch Hawke and the 'windshield' screen and output monitors at once. She makes no attempt to pretend her attention isn't entirely focused on his performance, or that it isn't a very keen and judgmental sort of attention, weighing each choice he makes against some invisible score sheet, ticking off boxes in her head as he goes. Pre-flight checks, take off, dock exit protocols, some basic winding through tunnels. She's been friendly enough but since they started it's been mostly business.
Next up is apparently evasive or combat maneuvers, as a Sentinel warning starts beeping, a little red light flashing in the dim faux-cabin and a read-out indicating a pair of them coming up fast on the left. Kate doesn't say anthing, just keeps watching intently. Don't fuck up, Hawke. ]