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Post by Admin on Feb 23, 2018 9:51:44 GMT
Dusting off the Cobwebs02-19-2016, 01:05 AM Arianna Talien Ari pushed her hair behind her ear and smiled. But it was short lived as she used her body weight to push the hanger door open. She had asked for permission to refit Hanger 3 and get it fit for use. Her hope was to build another squadron that could be good enough to fly on Republic One, the High Commander's Flag Ship. The Drunkenwell war had taken a huge bite from that unit, she knew, she had been there. And while there was a contingency on the ship when she went out of orbit, Arianna knew it was made of the best of several other squadrons lending their men and women to the task. Sighing at the realization she was probably placated with the authorization to clean the hanger, she shoved the remaining doors open till the entire front of the bay was open to the plascrete flight line beyond. She bound her hair up in a ponytail and shook her head. "All right, cobwebs and critters.... this place is mine now." She headed towards the offices to open them up so she could air them all day. Anyone stepping into the vacant hanger would find her and two cleaning bots sweeping, dusting and mopping. One bot on the office windows, one mopping the small spaces and Ari with the broom... humming to herself to some tune in her head.
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Post by Admin on Feb 23, 2018 9:52:24 GMT
03-18-2016, 01:14 AM
Arianna
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Thumbs Up!
The hanger was coming along nicely. She had gotten the floors swept and started working on the individual offices. She had found the intercom system and currently had come music playing on the speakers that could be heard throughout the hangers. Once filled with aircraft, the music would certainly be downed out. But for now, everything was peachy.
She moved from the office she had finished on to the next one, her hair half unbound and tendrils framing her face with a slight sheen of sweat. Her clothes were already pretty dusty and dirty and a stray cobweb had settled itself like a partial hair net on the back of her head.
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Post by Admin on Feb 23, 2018 9:52:56 GMT
03-24-2016, 09:11 AM
Anya Sutherland
Anya’s breath fell steadily, controlled. The sun beat down on her, prompting more perspiration than her exertions as she jogged around the military Naval grounds. Occassionally he path would take her between Hangars, casting shade on her and giving her a brief reprieve from the heat but then it was back to it. Running was a necessary practice for keeping in shape in her line of work, since she didn’t have the same physical demands a fighter pilot or soldier might, and running on some sort of automated machine didn’t appeal to her with the fixed scenery.
The Intrepid was in dry dock, undergoing repairs from it's last foray against the Empire. She hadn't been temporarily reassigned, as some might. Her former Imperial background put a bias that kept some Captains from allowing her onto their ship. In her time running she had passed Hangar 3 on numerous occasions, today the bay door was parted to let some light in, and the interior of the structure looked a right bit better than she would have assumed an unused Hangar would have.
She slowed to a stop just outside the doors, raising her wrist to check her heart rate on her chrono. She released a heavy breath, took one in, then patiently let it expel once more as she tried to steady herself. One more time, and then she moved into the Hangar to explore. Her hands rose up as she stepped within, slipping her ponytail out, then grasping her hair to tug it taught together and wrap it once more. The sounds she heard came from one of the offices, but her eyes wandered to explore the large hangar as she closed the distance. “Hello?” Her accented voice rang out through the Hangar, the barren building echoing her voice throughout.
Last edited by Anya Sutherland; 03-28-2016 at 12:04 PM.
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Post by Admin on Feb 23, 2018 9:53:30 GMT
03-28-2016, 03:59 PM
Arianna
Arianna was just heading out of the office with a bag of trash, preferring to do it herself rather than cleaning bots all over underfoot. She let them handle the huge, vaulted, raftered ceilings. Their maneuverability much better suited to removing debris and such from the metal beams holding the gargantuan building aloft.
Hearing someone holler made her turn towards the opened door. Looking like a servant, and nothing like a Naval Mechanic, she tossed the trash into the slowly growing pile and walked over, wiping her hands down her denims as she smiled. "Hi... I'd ask if you came to help but judging from your flushed face, you worked out enough today." She rose a hand to indicate the woman's cheeks.
"Just cleaning up a bit. I have permission," she added quickly. Two from security had already poked their heads in to be sure she wasn't just vandalizing or trying to hunt for scrap. "Hoping to gather a squadron for it soon." As she got nearer, the brunette smiled brighter. "Sorry, little worked up on stimcafs I fear. I'm Arianna, call me Tink." She offered her hand after wiping it off once more.
While here eyes were shining and bright, the rest of her was covered in cobwebs and dust. Nearly four hours of cleaning had taken its toll on her. Clothes were dusty, face had smudge on her temple, probably a dusty hand wiping off sweat, and her hair was falling from it's tight ponytail to being a lopsided pull back that barely contained the tresses.
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Post by Admin on Feb 23, 2018 9:54:29 GMT
05-11-2016, 05:30 PM
Anya
She was about to ask what she might help with, having not heard anything about the commissioning of the hangar for a new purpose, but her host was quick to explain herself. “You’re a pilot?” She questioned at the mention of getting a squadron up and running. Anya could fly, was part of the New Republic Navy, but had no desire presently to be a fighter jockey. Anya too wiped her hand on her pants in the event they were a bit sweaty before taking Arianna’s hand. “Anya.” She introduced herself, before posting her hands on her hips and sweeping her gaze to the side.
“I never saw the hangar before you began working on it.” Her eyes returned to Arianna. “But judging by your appearance, I would say you’re doing well.” Her accented words gave way to a smile. She considered a moment, before tentatively questioning. “What…might you need help with?” She was afraid it would come off like volunteering, when she was more trying to gather information to see if she could help. Earning the positive graces of a fellow member of the Navy would be a positive, but she didn’t want to get herself in over her head when she might have commitments arise at a moments notice.
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Post by Admin on Feb 23, 2018 9:55:02 GMT
05-15-2016, 11:34 AM
Arianna
Ari laughed. "Oh, gracious, no! I'm not a pilot. I mean, I can do ok in the sims, and the old CO took me up once or twice. But I doubt I would manage to survive long in combat." She smiled and brushed a strand of wayward hair from her face. "I used to be the Chief Mechanic for Rogue Squadron, then was in charge of the hangers in Republic One for a while. But," she paused and hesitated a moment before finishing. "But I was gone a while. Now I am just trying to be useful. I know there is a shortage of squadrons, so I figured if I got a hanger ready for use, maybe they could put together another one and help out. Especially with the state of affairs in the galaxy right now."
Arianna bit her lip and looked down to kick a stone out of the way. "Sorry, I tend to ramble." She covered the breach and smiled back up at the woman. "You are welcome to help if you want. I am guessing you are a pilot?"
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Post by Admin on Feb 23, 2018 9:56:03 GMT
08-31-2016, 05:08 PM
Arianna
Arianna smiled as the woman glanced around the still chaotic hanger. It had come a long way, but anyone walking up on it now would still see just how far it had to go before it was ready for the fighters and transporters the Republic would, hopefully, want to place here. There were still several piles of debris in one of the corners, and in the middle of the hanger was a huge pile of leftover equipment and things that would need to be gone over one at a time to see if they were still viable as either spare parts, test equipment, or office materials.
She smiled and brushed a strand of hair from her face as a slight breeze whipped itself around the hanger and then dissipated before truly cooling her off.
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Post by Admin on Feb 23, 2018 9:56:21 GMT
<<Ended due to inactivity>>
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