8. Hanger ... or Reliquary?
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5-28-2011 06:03 PM
Ari
Ari was whistling happily this morning as she came into the hanger. The dailies had been completed yesterday and all birds were Five by Five and ready to fly. But as she glanced across the hanger while reaching for her office door, something struck her as … odd.
Setting her Chocolate Lava drink down, she turned and headed towards the odd monstrosity in the corner of the hanger. “Now where in all the ancient bones did you come from, little guy?” she mused as she came upon a small transport.
The wear and tear seemed oddly placed, and the patch work seems were almost perfect. She stepped back after walking all the way around and laughed scratching her head. “So... you decided to take a starfighter body, put A-Wing engines on it, square it all off to look like a transport... then FLY it?” She laughed as she glanced at the name etched on the side. “Not eloquant, but well done.” The Ardent Venture seemed an appropriate name, though why, she wouldn't have been able to say.
She considered entering the aft main entrance and thought better of it. “The less I know, the better, I think.” As she finished walking around it, a thought struck her. “Romon had mentioned having a few new surprises for me. Maybe we are turning half the hanger into some dog and pony museum showpiece for the Senate. Wow, now that will be irritating.” She shook her head and headed back to her office.
Palming the door, she took up her drink and sipped it as she walked in. Setting the drink on her desk, she used one hand to uptwist her hair into a battle knot, something she had learned as a kid, and the other hand went to a closet door. “Ahh... here you are.” She went to work then humming all the while.
A few hours later she smiled at her accomplishment and went back towards her office. She left the door open so anyone coming in would know she was here. Settling down at her desk she began to go over specs she and Romon had been discussing about upgrading some of the fighters to incorporate a more rapid fire system in their laser cannons.
Meanwhile, the Ardent Venture had been placed behind newly spray painted OFF LIMIT cones with a new length of chain around it. She was sure someone later would bring the description platform that would be placed in front of it. She absently wondered what century the concoction had come from. Some of the pieces seemed almost ancient.
***
05-30-2011, 07:27 AM
Madeleia
Boots pounded off of the smooth, permacrete floor of dark grey as Madeleia made her way into the maintenance hangar where her curiosity would be piqued. Mostly occupied by maintenance droids, she wanted to talk to someone of flesh and blood instead. Dark brown eyes then noted the odd looking ship cordoned off by a rope chain and pylons. Brow furrowed in confusion, she had never seen or even heard of anything like this before, though the galaxy was a big place.
Hands on hips, her heavier battle dress uniform was taking some getting used to also, but at least she didn't have to get it pressed all the time like the dress uniform. The ex-smuggler was not one for looking prim and proper, that was for sure. But, she had agreed to play the game.
Soon, she scanned the hangar and found what appeared to be the maintenance office and she headed towards it, passing a beat up A-Wing whose engine cowlings lay on the floor next to it, some of the guts missing. Perhaps an upgrade of some type, she mused. Once reaching the door, she glanced in and noticed the female behind the far desk and knocked on the frame. "Hey, was told I could come down and learn a bit from you about the LAAT I'll be flying." Her wavy blonde hair pulled back into a tight bun, she hated that rule too. "Name's Madeleia."
***
05-30-2011, 11:20 AM
Arianna
Arianna heard the boots on permacrete before the young lady knocked on the door. Looking up at her, her hair in a spiral on her head, she smiled and nodded to the seat across from her. “Have a seat, Madeleia. I am Arianna, but you can call me Tink. Everyone does.” She looked quickly at the updated roster on her desk Romon had re-taped there and smiled seeing the woman's name. That was good, it meant she had been assigned an aircraft as well. Hmmmm, she thought to herself, need to get that one labeled as well then. She tapped a quick note to her datapad of 'things to do' and smiled once more to the newcomer.
“So tell me, what aircraft are you looking to fly and where do you wanna eventually wanna end up, aircraft wise, I mean.” She leaned back and kicked her boots up on the desk. Her outfit was hardly uniform, but then, she wasn't one that needed pressure suit tightness for space, or political correctness for the higher ups. To her, she was a mechanic. And functionality was more the key, than beauty. Her outfit included tight fitting cargo pants. The pockets held everything she needed without the bagginess that would snag on trailing edges when crawling around on the wings. Her top, while close cropped and bared her midriff, was usually beneath a button up denim style shirt, currently tossed over the back of her chair. And her arms, due to dealing with parts that are often hot, were wrapped in leather gauntlet style arm protectors. The heavy composite material was pliable for easy movement, though resistant to heat that would flay flesh from bone in less than a moment.
She wasn't exactly textbook in her appearance, but in the hanger she was what counted, not the brass... not if they wanted to fly in perfectly kept birds, anyway.
***
05-30-2011, 11:44 AM
Madeleia
With a nod, she walked over to the seat motioned to and plopped into it, then to the array of grease stained books and other items laying on the counter behind Tink's desk as well as the darkened handles on the cabinets. Just her kind of place, she grinned. "You can call me Madie, then. Certainly not what I expected for a Republic maintenance office, but it'll do." She chuckled and noted the feet up on the desk and followed suit. Might as well make herself at home, even though she was more eager to get into the ship she'd be flying.
"The LAAT is what I've been assigned, so not sure what else the brass has in mind. I'm just getting started, so," she shrugged. "I have a YT-Twenty-Four Hundred out in the private area right now, the Auburn Sunrise. I had heard some rumors around the barracks of the Dogs being assigned attack freighters also, but you know how that goes. Never know who to trust until you actually see it."
***
05-30-2011, 12:24 PM
Arianna
Air smiled and nodded. “Good habit to get into, not listening to rumors. So,” she let her heels thud as she they hit the floor. “I guess we should show you around a bit.” She stood up and headed out the door assuming the woman would follow. About ten paces past the door, she spoke again. This time assuming Madie was listening. “So this is Rogue's Hanger. I will tell you now, I don't tolerate monkeying around, or leaving a mess. Cordon off your aircraft if workin' on it, keep your tools accounted for at all times, and if one goes missing, even if you're sure you know it's in your aircraft and not loose in the hanger. Unaccounted tools won't be tolerated.” She stopped at the front of the aircraft she had designated for Madie. “This one is yours. While here you are expected to keep her clean and neat inside and out. I don't mind the maintenance part, but I am not your mom...” She turned and winked laughing to Madie. “I don't take out the trash.”
She ran a hand lovingly over the nose of the bird. “As to dress code, when in the hanger, dress as you want. Just remember, fluids, paints and such are not forgiving. I will not sign a voucher for a cleaning that you suddenly 'need' because you fouled your clothes up in here. On that note, I would prefer you didn't work in your flight gear. There are coveralls in the hampers in the dressing rooms. When done, just put them in the disposals. The bots clean and return them to the hampers. Beats keeping them folded and neat.” She laughed again.
Finally turning to see if Madie was there and listening, she raised a curious eyebrow. “Any questions for me?”
***
05-30-2011, 12:47 PM
Madeleia
She followed the woman out into the hangar and noticed the care that she took to the vessels she was assigned. "I've grown up in a maintenance facility, actually so that won't be a problem. In fact, I know how it is to keep track of all of my own tools. Anything comes up missing and no one's leaving my ship. Though, that hasn't been a problem." Most of her fares never even went into her toolbox, luckily for them.
The comment about being her mother initially hit a sore point, but the lighter mood afterwards kept there from being a fight between the two. A bit early for that, she mused. "I take out my own trash, so" Dark brown eyes drifted to the one she would be assigned and began evaluating it immediately. Looking over the exterior systems before heading inside as Tink continued about dress code and what was already common knowledge to the grease monkey, as her uncle used to call her.
"How many hours on this one so far?" She peeked from beneath the port side turret and noted the newer parts shining brighter than the originals around them.
"Most things I'll only learn once I get it in the air, but would be good to know what to look for and things that are normal for this baby."
Ari
Ari was whistling happily this morning as she came into the hanger. The dailies had been completed yesterday and all birds were Five by Five and ready to fly. But as she glanced across the hanger while reaching for her office door, something struck her as … odd.
Setting her Chocolate Lava drink down, she turned and headed towards the odd monstrosity in the corner of the hanger. “Now where in all the ancient bones did you come from, little guy?” she mused as she came upon a small transport.
The wear and tear seemed oddly placed, and the patch work seems were almost perfect. She stepped back after walking all the way around and laughed scratching her head. “So... you decided to take a starfighter body, put A-Wing engines on it, square it all off to look like a transport... then FLY it?” She laughed as she glanced at the name etched on the side. “Not eloquant, but well done.” The Ardent Venture seemed an appropriate name, though why, she wouldn't have been able to say.
She considered entering the aft main entrance and thought better of it. “The less I know, the better, I think.” As she finished walking around it, a thought struck her. “Romon had mentioned having a few new surprises for me. Maybe we are turning half the hanger into some dog and pony museum showpiece for the Senate. Wow, now that will be irritating.” She shook her head and headed back to her office.
Palming the door, she took up her drink and sipped it as she walked in. Setting the drink on her desk, she used one hand to uptwist her hair into a battle knot, something she had learned as a kid, and the other hand went to a closet door. “Ahh... here you are.” She went to work then humming all the while.
A few hours later she smiled at her accomplishment and went back towards her office. She left the door open so anyone coming in would know she was here. Settling down at her desk she began to go over specs she and Romon had been discussing about upgrading some of the fighters to incorporate a more rapid fire system in their laser cannons.
Meanwhile, the Ardent Venture had been placed behind newly spray painted OFF LIMIT cones with a new length of chain around it. She was sure someone later would bring the description platform that would be placed in front of it. She absently wondered what century the concoction had come from. Some of the pieces seemed almost ancient.
***
05-30-2011, 07:27 AM
Madeleia
Boots pounded off of the smooth, permacrete floor of dark grey as Madeleia made her way into the maintenance hangar where her curiosity would be piqued. Mostly occupied by maintenance droids, she wanted to talk to someone of flesh and blood instead. Dark brown eyes then noted the odd looking ship cordoned off by a rope chain and pylons. Brow furrowed in confusion, she had never seen or even heard of anything like this before, though the galaxy was a big place.
Hands on hips, her heavier battle dress uniform was taking some getting used to also, but at least she didn't have to get it pressed all the time like the dress uniform. The ex-smuggler was not one for looking prim and proper, that was for sure. But, she had agreed to play the game.
Soon, she scanned the hangar and found what appeared to be the maintenance office and she headed towards it, passing a beat up A-Wing whose engine cowlings lay on the floor next to it, some of the guts missing. Perhaps an upgrade of some type, she mused. Once reaching the door, she glanced in and noticed the female behind the far desk and knocked on the frame. "Hey, was told I could come down and learn a bit from you about the LAAT I'll be flying." Her wavy blonde hair pulled back into a tight bun, she hated that rule too. "Name's Madeleia."
***
05-30-2011, 11:20 AM
Arianna
Arianna heard the boots on permacrete before the young lady knocked on the door. Looking up at her, her hair in a spiral on her head, she smiled and nodded to the seat across from her. “Have a seat, Madeleia. I am Arianna, but you can call me Tink. Everyone does.” She looked quickly at the updated roster on her desk Romon had re-taped there and smiled seeing the woman's name. That was good, it meant she had been assigned an aircraft as well. Hmmmm, she thought to herself, need to get that one labeled as well then. She tapped a quick note to her datapad of 'things to do' and smiled once more to the newcomer.
“So tell me, what aircraft are you looking to fly and where do you wanna eventually wanna end up, aircraft wise, I mean.” She leaned back and kicked her boots up on the desk. Her outfit was hardly uniform, but then, she wasn't one that needed pressure suit tightness for space, or political correctness for the higher ups. To her, she was a mechanic. And functionality was more the key, than beauty. Her outfit included tight fitting cargo pants. The pockets held everything she needed without the bagginess that would snag on trailing edges when crawling around on the wings. Her top, while close cropped and bared her midriff, was usually beneath a button up denim style shirt, currently tossed over the back of her chair. And her arms, due to dealing with parts that are often hot, were wrapped in leather gauntlet style arm protectors. The heavy composite material was pliable for easy movement, though resistant to heat that would flay flesh from bone in less than a moment.
She wasn't exactly textbook in her appearance, but in the hanger she was what counted, not the brass... not if they wanted to fly in perfectly kept birds, anyway.
***
05-30-2011, 11:44 AM
Madeleia
With a nod, she walked over to the seat motioned to and plopped into it, then to the array of grease stained books and other items laying on the counter behind Tink's desk as well as the darkened handles on the cabinets. Just her kind of place, she grinned. "You can call me Madie, then. Certainly not what I expected for a Republic maintenance office, but it'll do." She chuckled and noted the feet up on the desk and followed suit. Might as well make herself at home, even though she was more eager to get into the ship she'd be flying.
"The LAAT is what I've been assigned, so not sure what else the brass has in mind. I'm just getting started, so," she shrugged. "I have a YT-Twenty-Four Hundred out in the private area right now, the Auburn Sunrise. I had heard some rumors around the barracks of the Dogs being assigned attack freighters also, but you know how that goes. Never know who to trust until you actually see it."
***
05-30-2011, 12:24 PM
Arianna
Air smiled and nodded. “Good habit to get into, not listening to rumors. So,” she let her heels thud as she they hit the floor. “I guess we should show you around a bit.” She stood up and headed out the door assuming the woman would follow. About ten paces past the door, she spoke again. This time assuming Madie was listening. “So this is Rogue's Hanger. I will tell you now, I don't tolerate monkeying around, or leaving a mess. Cordon off your aircraft if workin' on it, keep your tools accounted for at all times, and if one goes missing, even if you're sure you know it's in your aircraft and not loose in the hanger. Unaccounted tools won't be tolerated.” She stopped at the front of the aircraft she had designated for Madie. “This one is yours. While here you are expected to keep her clean and neat inside and out. I don't mind the maintenance part, but I am not your mom...” She turned and winked laughing to Madie. “I don't take out the trash.”
She ran a hand lovingly over the nose of the bird. “As to dress code, when in the hanger, dress as you want. Just remember, fluids, paints and such are not forgiving. I will not sign a voucher for a cleaning that you suddenly 'need' because you fouled your clothes up in here. On that note, I would prefer you didn't work in your flight gear. There are coveralls in the hampers in the dressing rooms. When done, just put them in the disposals. The bots clean and return them to the hampers. Beats keeping them folded and neat.” She laughed again.
Finally turning to see if Madie was there and listening, she raised a curious eyebrow. “Any questions for me?”
***
05-30-2011, 12:47 PM
Madeleia
She followed the woman out into the hangar and noticed the care that she took to the vessels she was assigned. "I've grown up in a maintenance facility, actually so that won't be a problem. In fact, I know how it is to keep track of all of my own tools. Anything comes up missing and no one's leaving my ship. Though, that hasn't been a problem." Most of her fares never even went into her toolbox, luckily for them.
The comment about being her mother initially hit a sore point, but the lighter mood afterwards kept there from being a fight between the two. A bit early for that, she mused. "I take out my own trash, so" Dark brown eyes drifted to the one she would be assigned and began evaluating it immediately. Looking over the exterior systems before heading inside as Tink continued about dress code and what was already common knowledge to the grease monkey, as her uncle used to call her.
"How many hours on this one so far?" She peeked from beneath the port side turret and noted the newer parts shining brighter than the originals around them.
"Most things I'll only learn once I get it in the air, but would be good to know what to look for and things that are normal for this baby."