14. A friendly surprise.... (Jac)
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Old 03-06-2012, 11:45 AM
Arianna Talien
She came into the hangers in good spirits. It was a great day to work on birds and she had everything running smooth on Republic One so she took a break between shifts to come see an old friend. It had been a while, what with pending wars, and new pilot turnover, and simply getting the fleet's Flagship ready for its performance in the coming war... well, she had just been busy. But that was no excuse to ignore friends. And right now she needed one. Someone to distract her and remind her that the Airboss desk and hanger weren't the only places to exist in the universe.
Hearing from one of the departing pilots that Jac was in the hanger, she walked silently in and looked around. Unable to see him, but hearing noises in a couple places, she decided to just call him from hiding. Smiling she folded her arms and leaned on the nearest bird. Letting her voice drop an octave or two, then rise in volume to carry like she did in the landing bays, she tried to sound stern...
“Honestly, you call these fleet worthy birds? They are pieces of junk!” Biting her lip to keep from laughing, she waited and glanced around to see where the defensive tone of her friend Jac would come from.
***
Old 03-14-2012, 12:34 AM
Jac Drae
Honestly, you call these fleet worthy birds? They are pieces of junk!
*Jac was in the middle of reseating a sensor's data relay - precision work - when the voice sounded out. It was familiar, but he couldn't put a name to it for a second. When he did, he grabbed the edge of the airframe to pull himself out. By that time, though, he was already too late. Dayr Korrd, a Sullustan, was the new executive officer of Wraith squadron and a very protective mechanic. The two of them had known each other only a short time, but in that time Jac had learned a few Sullustan words, both from Dayr and from a translator dictionary. Jac didn't recognize most of the ones spitting forth now, but knew a few of them: curse words heavy enough to curdle a Nightsister's blood. The words came quickly, yet each was clearly pronounced as if he wanted to make sure the target of his ire knew what he was saying. Of course, it would have helped had the shorter being remembered to speak in Basic.*
Stand down, Lieutenant.
*Jac's voice echoed inside the mostly-closed hangar. He'd pulled himself from inside the frame and dropped to the duracrete flooring in one smooth move, then had spoken when he rounded the frame of the nearest starfighter. The picture of Sullustan propriety, Korrd stopped when ordered, glancing at the Mirialan for an instant before returning his glare to the human female before him. At one and a half meters tall, Dayr was the shortest pilot in the squadron, thus making the tattoos across the top of his head easily visible. He wore an orange pilot's jumpsuit stained with various fluids commonly found in starfighters. Jac similarly wore a stained jumpsuit, but his was a mottled forest green. It had seen more than its fair share of flight time, which was why it was now delegated to being his mechanic jumpsuit. His own black facial tattoos stood in stark contrast to his pale green skin as he took one step into the sunlight left by the open door, stopping roughly a half-meter behind and to the right of Dayr.*
Well, we don't have all those fancy parts like you do up there, you know. Have to make do with what we can find here.
*Jac's tone was even, almost accusatory, but with an audible undercurrent of sarcasm. As a result, Dayr turned his glare on his commander, then shook his head and wandered off, apparently coming to the conclusion that they were both insane. Pretty close to the truth, actually.*
***
Old 05-03-2012, 10:41 PM
Arianna
Ari laughed and stopped nodded to the stranger then to Jac and raised an eyebrow and bit her lip as if in thought. She crossed her arms, cocked out her hip and shook her head. “Well this won't do then... perhaps we shall have to see if the Supply Officer is in need of another case of … shall we call it motivation?” She laughed and stepped towards the two.
She looked to the first man and smiled slightly. “I am Arianna... forgive me if I seemed rude. I meant no real offense. I have seen these girls in action and I know that the looks have nothing to do with, or hinder, the abilities they have. Please forgive me.” She took a moment to glance over the man's shoulder at Jac. “And I hope your CO here will forgive me as well...” She left the sentence on the lilt of a question. She hadn't seen him in a while, and it would be well within his rights to be upset with her odd return to his hanger.
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Old 05-06-2012, 10:20 PM
Jac
*Jac had to snort quietly at the suggestion of 'motivation'. In this particular case, it meant alcohol delivered to the contact at the quartermaster's division. It wasn't technically bribery, it was a favor for a favor, but if some ultra-conservative officer saw it and wanted to make trouble, trouble there would be, and in plenty. As a result, Jac kept those interactions to a minimum. It also helped that he'd been promoted, so things that had needed his CO's signature before were now readily available. The current war footing was also useful, in a way. As long as his reasons were sound for having certain parts rush-delivered, no rules had to be bent. Now the bending was done only when absolutely necessary, and was all the more deadly for it.*
Forgive your cracks about our birds? We'll just have to see about that, won't we?
*The expression he showed was mostly amused, though there was a hint of mischievousness to it as well. At the workbench in the furthest corner, Dayr started counting pieces of something or another, much more loudly than was necessary. It seemed he was still a little sore over the insult to his work, even though he was well aware of - and agreed with - the reasons Jac had listed for keeping the fighters looking a bit shabbier than most of the other New Republic fighters. Jac rolled his eyes and waved at the office off to the side where certain files were kept. Given the wide temperature variances in the hangar, he'd also installed a small cooler there.*
So, how's life on Republic One been? Want a water bottle?
***
ended
Arianna Talien
She came into the hangers in good spirits. It was a great day to work on birds and she had everything running smooth on Republic One so she took a break between shifts to come see an old friend. It had been a while, what with pending wars, and new pilot turnover, and simply getting the fleet's Flagship ready for its performance in the coming war... well, she had just been busy. But that was no excuse to ignore friends. And right now she needed one. Someone to distract her and remind her that the Airboss desk and hanger weren't the only places to exist in the universe.
Hearing from one of the departing pilots that Jac was in the hanger, she walked silently in and looked around. Unable to see him, but hearing noises in a couple places, she decided to just call him from hiding. Smiling she folded her arms and leaned on the nearest bird. Letting her voice drop an octave or two, then rise in volume to carry like she did in the landing bays, she tried to sound stern...
“Honestly, you call these fleet worthy birds? They are pieces of junk!” Biting her lip to keep from laughing, she waited and glanced around to see where the defensive tone of her friend Jac would come from.
***
Old 03-14-2012, 12:34 AM
Jac Drae
Honestly, you call these fleet worthy birds? They are pieces of junk!
*Jac was in the middle of reseating a sensor's data relay - precision work - when the voice sounded out. It was familiar, but he couldn't put a name to it for a second. When he did, he grabbed the edge of the airframe to pull himself out. By that time, though, he was already too late. Dayr Korrd, a Sullustan, was the new executive officer of Wraith squadron and a very protective mechanic. The two of them had known each other only a short time, but in that time Jac had learned a few Sullustan words, both from Dayr and from a translator dictionary. Jac didn't recognize most of the ones spitting forth now, but knew a few of them: curse words heavy enough to curdle a Nightsister's blood. The words came quickly, yet each was clearly pronounced as if he wanted to make sure the target of his ire knew what he was saying. Of course, it would have helped had the shorter being remembered to speak in Basic.*
Stand down, Lieutenant.
*Jac's voice echoed inside the mostly-closed hangar. He'd pulled himself from inside the frame and dropped to the duracrete flooring in one smooth move, then had spoken when he rounded the frame of the nearest starfighter. The picture of Sullustan propriety, Korrd stopped when ordered, glancing at the Mirialan for an instant before returning his glare to the human female before him. At one and a half meters tall, Dayr was the shortest pilot in the squadron, thus making the tattoos across the top of his head easily visible. He wore an orange pilot's jumpsuit stained with various fluids commonly found in starfighters. Jac similarly wore a stained jumpsuit, but his was a mottled forest green. It had seen more than its fair share of flight time, which was why it was now delegated to being his mechanic jumpsuit. His own black facial tattoos stood in stark contrast to his pale green skin as he took one step into the sunlight left by the open door, stopping roughly a half-meter behind and to the right of Dayr.*
Well, we don't have all those fancy parts like you do up there, you know. Have to make do with what we can find here.
*Jac's tone was even, almost accusatory, but with an audible undercurrent of sarcasm. As a result, Dayr turned his glare on his commander, then shook his head and wandered off, apparently coming to the conclusion that they were both insane. Pretty close to the truth, actually.*
***
Old 05-03-2012, 10:41 PM
Arianna
Ari laughed and stopped nodded to the stranger then to Jac and raised an eyebrow and bit her lip as if in thought. She crossed her arms, cocked out her hip and shook her head. “Well this won't do then... perhaps we shall have to see if the Supply Officer is in need of another case of … shall we call it motivation?” She laughed and stepped towards the two.
She looked to the first man and smiled slightly. “I am Arianna... forgive me if I seemed rude. I meant no real offense. I have seen these girls in action and I know that the looks have nothing to do with, or hinder, the abilities they have. Please forgive me.” She took a moment to glance over the man's shoulder at Jac. “And I hope your CO here will forgive me as well...” She left the sentence on the lilt of a question. She hadn't seen him in a while, and it would be well within his rights to be upset with her odd return to his hanger.
***
Old 05-06-2012, 10:20 PM
Jac
*Jac had to snort quietly at the suggestion of 'motivation'. In this particular case, it meant alcohol delivered to the contact at the quartermaster's division. It wasn't technically bribery, it was a favor for a favor, but if some ultra-conservative officer saw it and wanted to make trouble, trouble there would be, and in plenty. As a result, Jac kept those interactions to a minimum. It also helped that he'd been promoted, so things that had needed his CO's signature before were now readily available. The current war footing was also useful, in a way. As long as his reasons were sound for having certain parts rush-delivered, no rules had to be bent. Now the bending was done only when absolutely necessary, and was all the more deadly for it.*
Forgive your cracks about our birds? We'll just have to see about that, won't we?
*The expression he showed was mostly amused, though there was a hint of mischievousness to it as well. At the workbench in the furthest corner, Dayr started counting pieces of something or another, much more loudly than was necessary. It seemed he was still a little sore over the insult to his work, even though he was well aware of - and agreed with - the reasons Jac had listed for keeping the fighters looking a bit shabbier than most of the other New Republic fighters. Jac rolled his eyes and waved at the office off to the side where certain files were kept. Given the wide temperature variances in the hangar, he'd also installed a small cooler there.*
So, how's life on Republic One been? Want a water bottle?
***
ended