Posted March 17, 2023, 3:27 p.m. by Lieutenant Steve Johnson (Chief Engineer) (Travis Good)
Posted by Lieutenant Commander Alexandra “Little Sehlat” Primage (Commander Air Group (CAG)) in Steve wonders around the flight deck and hanger fixing things. Tag CAG
Posted by Lieutenant Steve Johnson (Chief Engineer) in Steve wonders around the flight deck and hanger fixing things. Tag CAG
Steven had on his maintenance uniform and safety devices on while carrying his toolbox as he walked into the hanger and flight deck area. He has never seen one before and knew from word of mouth and from the signs around this area to not just go walking around. You could get hurt, killed and get others in the same bad way as you. Looking around he found the CAG’s office. Walking up to it he knocked on the door. The short black haired, white Hoosier with a slender but muscular build stood in the door taking off his gloves.Lt. Steve Johnson, CE
Her back to the open door, Xandra called without looking. “Hang on… Have a seat. Unless it’s important,” she laughed softly, “then hang on.”
“No problem. I’ll wait.”
She was standing at the back wall that was a large screen with various categories on it. Sections dedicated to pilot roster, flight schedule, which aircraft were in maintenance, and a line up of the hanger bay, were mixed with various other sections covered in notes, photos and diagrams.
That is neat idea. I will have to create one of those for myself when I get time. He said to himself.
If he bothered to check her out, her reddish hair was pulled back in a loose knot that kept it off her collar, but more than a quarter of her hair had come loose and tendrils floated around the makeshift bun as if slowly trying to pull out into a ponytail. She was in a flight suit but the top half had been undone, pulled down and tied around her waist. A white t-shirt, dirty from where she’d been laying on the hanger floor, covered her torso.
His eyebrow raised slightly at the lady before him.
She turned and looked at the newcomer with piercing eyes. Cocking her head slightly, those eyes narrowed. “I don’t know you. Should I?” There was the hint of a grin on the corner of her lips. The left corner of her mouth was slightly red where she’d been worrying her bottom lip between her teeth while in thought.
Xandra
CAG
He took a tentative step back at the look and comment. The look a predator gives its prey is what got him. But he was in her lands so to speak. The tall, lean man with a mane of black, raven colored hair with light blue eyes looked up at her. “Uhh. I am Steve Johnson ma’am. I’m new here. Just arrived last Wednesday. I am an engineer and here to fix some of your problems. Notably the air conditioning. I need to access the Jefferies tube on the other side of the flightline and the one by your aircraft. I did not want to just walk out there as I now I would get hurt, get someone else hurt, get tackled by security or all three. So, I was letting someone know that I was here and perhaps get an escort into those areas. You were the first person I saw before I entered the restricted area. I hope it is not a problem.” He didn’t know what to say after that. He was intimidated by her and yet found her appealing at the same time. This was a tough moment for him. He didn’t even know her rank or position or even who she was.
Lt. Steve Johnson, CE.
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