Posted by Lieutenant Alexandra “Little Sehlat” Primage (Pilot. Grn Squad Ldr) in Corridor outside the Hangar bay. . . .

Posted by Commander Richard “Ricochet” O’Shea (Cmd Air Group (CAG)) in Corridor outside the Hangar bay. . . .

Posted by Lieutenant Alexandra “Little Sehlat” Primage (Pilot. Grn Squad Ldr) in Corridor outside the Hangar bay. . . .

Ric was silent for most of the trip back to the Olinski. He was getting more and more upset the whole trip. Someone had either lied to him or not done their job correctly. He just didn’t know which answer was worse: Xandra lying about being okay to fly, or, someone in medical giving her the green light to do so. Either way, he was going to find out.

The Ranger class fighter had barely touched down and Ric was exiting the gunner’s seat. To the NE engineer that had come along with he and Xandra, he said, “Shut ‘er down, ensign. I’ve got someone to see and it’s important.” He threw his helmet to the seat and climbed out.

“Aye, sir,” came the reply.

“Lt. Primage, wait for me in my office—no, never mind. Come with me to Sickbay.” There was no affection in his voice this time when he spoke to her, only frustration and anger.

Ricochet (CAG)

Xandra frowned as the engineer was told to shut it down. She had been about to protest when Ric gave the order for her to follow him. His no nonsense verbage made her frown but only to his back. “Yes, Sir.” She stepped from the shuttle after setting it to holding controls for the engineer who took her place.

She set her own helmet on the console and followed him out, her skipped steps making her quickly catch up to his flank as he stormed from the hanger. They were outside the hanger in relative privacy as she followed his stalking steps. “Sir, is there something I can help with?” He had used her rank and surname last, so she had no intention of using familial titles with first. Perhaps what was happening on the surface was troubling him. It was certainly troubling her.

Xandra
Pilot

Ric had been moving at a brisk pace through the corridor. As Xandra spoke, he slowed, then stopped and turned to face her. He took a deep breath in an effort to calm himself. “Who. . . cleared you to fly, Xandra? And you better not tell me you cleared yourself or you’ll be grounded for a long time!”

Ricochet (CAG)

She frowned slightly. “Ric, what’s going on? Medical cleared me, you know that. Then I went to Command control and then I came to the Ranger to go to the surface with you.” There was fear in her eyes that was real. He would see she had no idea what he was talking about. “Is there something wrong?” She reached up absently to touch her face as if half expecting to find burns or boils on her skin she hadn’t seen in a reflective surface before now. Then she glanced down to see that her uniform was squared away. Other than being wrinkled it was fine. She looked back up at him with panic in her eyes. “Ric… what’s going on?” She didn’t realize she had taken a step back, the fear in her eyes making them wider as her breathing got shallow while trying not to panic.

Xandra
Pilot

Ric took a deep sigh and tried to calm himself. He was upsetting Xandra and it was clear she didn’t remember what she had been saying on the planet. “Alexandra, when we were waiting in the Ranger, you kept talking about beaming the Dragoon’s crew aboard and getting them to safety. A Ranger doesn’t have that capacity, you know that. But you suggested doing that a couple of times.”

“Are you still feeling effects from the mind control? If that’s the case, you should NOT have been cleared to fly. That’s why I want to see the clearance report . Are YOU sure you were cleared?”

Ricochet (CAG)

Xandra shook her head. “No I didn’t… I mean, I would know the Ranger can’t do that. I mean, you taught me that ship, yourself.” When he asked about her feeling the affects of the mind control, she took another step back. “You don’t believe me? You drag me out of my fighter because you don’t want me to fly?” The words came out but she suddenly realized they were wrong. She hadn’t been in her fighter. “Ric?” The panic in her voice was real.

She moved to the wall to lean on it as she bent over, her hands bracing on her knees. “I was fine, I mean… I am fine…” She closed her eyes to keep from looking at him and forced herself to concentrate. “Ric… pull them back. If they’ve been affected, pull them back. The headache…” She looked up at him and there was a moment of clarity. “It has to do with the headaches. It was gone, when I was cleared. It came back as we headed for the planet. I figured it was just the noise of the craft and the stress of what had happened. But I still have it.” She bit her lip and held her hand out. “I’ll go to medical. Get the others, Ric… get them off the planet. The whole crew. The pilots… everyone who was there.”

Ric relaxed his voice. He was still upset at the way things had played out, but wanted to reassure her nobody else was in danger at the moment. “Nobody else has any headaches, Xandra. You were the only one affected. Everybody else is okay.”

She was moving towards medical now. Each slow step punctuated by a look of fear on her face as she realized she had been a liability. She could have slipped further. She could have killed them. The look in her eyes would give him a clue to her thoughts despite her not voicing it. She was compromised. But it meant the others were too.

Xandra
Pilot

The CAG reached out to take a hold of her arm to help her along when the call from Kolar came over his comm badge.

“Xandra get to sickbay and stay there. Make sure they run a full scan on your head. Somethings not right yet. I want you to stay there until I can talk to the doctors. Promise me.”

After her reply, Ric took off at a sprint headed for CIC>

Ricochet (CAG)