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Post sim - Dinner... And more questions ((Ric)

Posted Feb. 24, 2020, 8:22 p.m. by Lieutenant Alexandra "Little Sehlat" Primage (Pilot. Grn Squad Ldr) (Melissa Aragon)

Posted by Commander Richard “Ricochet” O’Shea (Cmd Air Group (CAG)) in Post sim - Dinner… And more questions ((Ric)

Posted by Lieutenant Alexandra “Little Sehlat” Primage (Pilot. Grn Squad Ldr) in Post sim - Dinner… And more questions ((Ric)

SNIP

Ric seemed a little disappointed she had offered to help him with his shower, but a relaxing shower with no strenuous activity did sound pretty good. As he made his way toward the bedroom, he called back over his should, “Everything looks good.”

He began undressing in the open doorway. “As far as I’m concerned, there’s no reason you shouldn’t be back in the black. Doolittle, the doctor that checked you out and myself are the only opinions that count. And we all give you the green light.”

Ricochet (CAG)

His words were reassuring, but it was the other pilots she flew with that weighed on her mind.

As she heard the water run, she started seeing the table with easy, simple things. When he came out it would be ready. Nothing fancy, just salad, a small shepherd’s pie, and carafe of light wine. On the side counter was his favorite dessert*.

She was serving them both as he came out.

Xandra

(bump)

Ric came out of the bedroom dressed in a pair of blue, silk Bermuda shorts and a grey T-shirt emblazoned with a logo that read ‘Xaviers School for Gifted Youngsters’.

He looked at the table and grinned and was about to speak when he noticed the dessert. Heading for the counter, he said, “Is that—?”

He took a deep breath and smiled even wider when the scent filled his nose. MM-mmm!! Coconut cream pie, lover you shouldn’t have!!.”

Ric stuck his finger into the pie and extracted it full of whipped creme and coconut cream. Licking the cream off, he closed his eyes and moaned in ecstasy. . . .

Ricochet (CAG)

Xandra laughed and slapped his hand. “Manners, lover,” she swiftly removed the pie from his reach and set it on the table. “At least sit down with silverware like a civilized species.” She laughed once more and served him a goodly sized portion and set it at his place. “Advantages of being a grown up… dessert can come first.” She gave herself a nearly equal sized portion and sat down.

Curling one of her legs under her, she set into the pie like a child on holiday. Having sweets before the meal wasn’t something she did often, but it was a treat when she allowed herself the pleasure. “So I was thinking we need to get back to the sims. The last couple excursions have thrown things at us we weren’t expecting. Perhaps we all need to be shaken up a bit and get more ‘odd’ experiences under out belts. Nebulas, atmospheric storms, loss of engines, communications, etc. Things like that. We all have formations, rules, regulations and the usual stuff under our belts. But we weren’t prepared for the microwave emissions that hit me directly, or the effects of the storm that caused a need for fighter relayed transmissions. I think if we practice those more often, we can get better at dealing with the unforeseen. What do you think?”

He trusted her to be at peak once more, now she knew the others had to as well. But she also knew they all needed to experience ‘some’ for of being crippled to understand that what she had been thru could happen to any of them and that they all had to be aware and protect one another just in case.

Xandra

“So, you wanna mix it up a little, huh?” The CAG rubbed his chin. “Y’know, the Rangers haven’t been used much lately, it might not be a bad idea to set up some sims and divide the wings into different teams. Do some evaluations, to see who works best together in the bombers. Not every pilot on the crew is certified in the Rangers, it would be a good idea to see if anybody else has got what it takes.”

Ricochet (CAG)

She laughed. “To be honest, I don’t know how long it’s been since either of us has been in some of those fighters. So yeah, you included, oh great one…” She playfully slugged his arm and pulled her leg up to curl it under her. “But seriously, if we’ve learned anything the last few missions it’s that we need to all be prepared for anything. And maybe talk to engineering about looking into shield modifications in case we come across those microwave emitters again or something similar. Being able to vary our shields more, like the ship does, maybe we can counter off affects when they happen.” Her brow furrowed slightly. “Maybe even a way to do it remotely in case someone is incapacitated.” She wondered if something like that could have helped her avoid the last month of anxieties.

Xandra


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