Main Sim - Fighter Recon/Combat Aerospace Patrol

Posted Oct. 21, 2021, 4:42 p.m. by Ensign Tak (Scientist) (Riley W)

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Farren “Gypsy” Adama (Pilot) in Main Sim - Fighter Recon/Combat Aerospace Patrol
Adama lay under the the number two Cutlass-class interceptor, head and shoulders buried inside. “Alright try it now,” she called out loud. A second later a few pieces of gear lit up, and a couple of servos clicked, actuating, but then simply hummed in annoyance. “Off!” The equipment died again.

Next to her NC/C Edison grumbled. “well, you were right. The feed mechanism is hanging up.” He shook his head with a sigh.

“Of course I’m right. We depend on this stuff to do our job and to make sure people don’t get killed. How long–“
=^=Beckett to Adama and fighter group, report to squad room immediately.=^=

=^=Affirm=^= She said with a sigh. “I wish…” She trailed off, cleaning her hands up.

NC/C nodded. “Somewhere else, you feel hampered.” Reaching out he fist-bumped her shoulder. “Go on. Don’t keep the boss lady waiting.”

Grumbling, the only real fighter jock aboard shrimped out from under the fighter. “How fast can you fix her>”
“We’ll have her combat worthy by the time you’re ready to break for vacuum.”

“Good,” she said with a nod, then shifted to her feet. Glancing down at herself brought out a grimace. She wasn’t exactly presentable, and she didn’t want to be this dirty going into her flight bag. Grumbling she made for the lockers and quickly stepped into the sonic shower, then back out, tossed on a clean set of gear including flight suit and headed for the squad room. It wasn’t very big, with only a handful of chairs and with enough desk space for each to be able to make notes, or rest a cup of coffee on comfortably. There was a lectern/podium with a large display behind it that practically covered the wall. Overall it was just a meeting space for the squadron and it’s people for briefings a rally point for people to gather.

The junior lieutenant took a seat near the front after turning on the display. For the moment it showed flight status for the various fighters and singleships, along with various navigational data.

Lt j.g. Farren Adama, Pilot

Lt. j.g. Farren, Pilot

A few moments after Farren stepped into the squad room, she was followed in by one of the newest pilots. Ensign Tak had signed on at the most recent stop-over to the station, and the process of adapting one of the vessels for her use had been a headache and a half. Mostly due to their large tail, which made the basic seating structure of the fighter inoperable. They’d done it though.

Tak looked around quietly, considering her options before coming over and rotating the seat adjacent to Farren’s seat so that it was sideways before sitting down. They were a little short, although not shorter than one might imagine a shorter human to naturally be. The real difference was the covering of soft brown fur all over their body, as well as the aforementioned thick tail that was obviously adapted for aquatic locomotion.

Ens. Tak, Sci/Pilot

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