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2055.08.24 Tuesday
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2055.08.24 Tuesday 00:00 GST

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Re: 2055.08.24 Tuesday
« Reply #1 on: February 16, 2019, 04:53:51 PM »
2055.08.24 Tuesday 07:00 GST/00:00 Local Time Tuesday Morning
Scorpii 18 System
Planet Buthridas
Training Carrier Chaerilidae


Buthridan days are long, yet somehow the students aboard the Chaerilidae found themselves paradoxically short both on time to keep up with the courses and yet feeling like those tasks would never end.  True to word, Lt. Malcolm Harris had ensured that every member of VTAQ-11 did their second shift of PT, and unlike Captain Cassel, “Bad Hair” did not have an affinity for traditional cardio alone.  Down on Deck 20, “Bad Hair” made the Chaerilidae’s hazard course feel like Survival, Escape, and Evasion training all over again.  Twenty-four hours since Captain Cassel woke them for a morning swim, all of the students were still going without any real sleep.  A few had managed to sneak in short naps between classes and the day’s simulations while others had taken the time to harass their roommates about haircuts only to receive a distressed and a reluctant, “It’s not their fault…” that could be overheard by passing students.  Things hadn’t been any easier for the pilots of VT-17 Remora, their instructors putting them through two combat simulations that day along with their physical training and classes.

All throughout the ship students were put to task, from the debris field meteorologist battlefield cartographers to the drone operators and ai tenders, each was worked to a parallel schedule matching the pilots’ and EWOs’, simulations drilling cohesion and tactics among all departments.  Bridge crew trainees spent their time shadowing the permanent staff of the Chaerilidae when not standing in for them in the simulators.  Meanwhile the maintenance division students found orders to flight prep the squadron VFs for zero-g deployment.  Each single-seater was equipped with FAST packs augmenting their maneuverability and data tethering functionality, a concession to The Spike’s hazardous navigation and coordination even outside of the debris field.  Each VF crew fastidiously met the challenges of equipping the fighters under the watchful eyes of their Instructor-Chiefs, including simulated challenge of missing materials and part synthesis. Comparatively more difficult, equipping the RVFs required even greater precision and coordination between the specialists in the student teams. Complex adjustments and fine tuning of the electronic warfare equipment meant that AI specialists, communications hardware specialists, and the avionics specialists of the Avionics/Armament Division had to work closely with the airframe and powerplant specialists of the Aircraft Division.

Had this been the first week of the academy at Leyte, the students might have found themselves without the reserves to respond when the Alert was announced at midnight local time.  “Emergency, Emergency, all-hands prepare for Emergency atmospheric escape and defensive deployment, T-5 minutes.”  Every single crew member, student and instructor alike, scrambled to their positions for the launch drill.  On deck 03 the pilots secured themselves in the squadron ready rooms for the ship’s rapid ascent through the atmosphere.  Squadron commanders tersely briefed the young people before them on the drill as Chaerilidae and its training fleet engaged both main engines and anti-gravity lifters and roared into the sky, leaving a boiling, swirling Buthridan sea below them.  The drill was simple in concept, yet was a symphony of complex military skills executed with precision and coordination.  The fleet was launching to meet a fictional threat that had managed to exit the debris field and fold to station-keeping position above Buthridas to launch bombardment.

VT-13 launched first, the upper division soloists establishing an immediate fighter screen as fleet batteries opened up on the training dummies setup for the drill.  They viciously contended with the training drones assaulting the fleet, buying time for the Riddling Sphinxs to launch and establish their battlefield network.  As VTAQ-9 went to work, data began to flow from fighter to fighter to ship and between before the order was given and the collective weight of their twelve electronic warfare kits slammed down a jamming field on every sensor band available.  Remora was next, launching in their fighters with their data links already established, VT-17 swooped in to reinforce the Regal Cats who had suffered under the initial drone assault but were now making short work of the deaf, dumb, and blind AI.  Chaerilidae’s own drones launched with the Seneca Dragons, VTAQ-11 providing the targeting, sensor data, and communication link necessary for the operators to manage the drones even through the massive jamming being laid out on the battlefield.  In a suite close by, the DFMBCs, assisted by complex AI, managed the massive flow of data and ensured that the big picture was available to everyone in the fleet.

It was their turn to go on the offensive.  Remora blazed a trail through the simulated AAA fire from the “invasion force,” providing cover for the Seneca Dragons to get target locks and the Chaerilidae drones to launch their ship buster missiles.  Each impact buried the warheads deep into the dummy ship hulls before creating a fountain of explosive force flaring above the Buthridan night sky.  As the last capital ship breaks apart, the order is given to cease jamming and move to seek and destroy.  The fighters not disabled by the simulated return fire broke down into groups two from each squadron working together to sweep for any remaining enemy forces.

It was a few more hours before post-battle recovery was complete and the fleet was standing down from the drill.  Debriefing was mercifully short for the exhausted students, with promise of the next day centering around genuine analysis of the exercise itself and then further zero-g drilling.  For now, though, until 2055.08.25 Wednesday 07:00 GST, they were at liberty.

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Re: 2055.08.24 Tuesday
« Reply #2 on: February 16, 2019, 05:24:25 PM »
Lieutenant Junior Grade Lance "Janus" Callaeros
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Trust has been violated.


When was the last time he had had his trust betrayed like that...or more importantly being ousted in public of all things.  Lance was letting out a soft sound but to say he had slept like shit was the understatement of the century.  He hadn't slept that bad since being targeted for bullying by Arsene St. Louis and his boot-licking cronies since the footballer didn't understand that Lance never had an interest in the damn rivalry.  His eyes were staring at the bulkhead wall as he lay there his back against the one person on board he trusted the most.  The one who knew her pilot was just as high-strung as everyone else he just did a much better fucking job acting it out.   Indeed all he could rewind in his head was Niilke betraying that secret to everyone else...yeah he had gotten an apology later but she didn't chose to delivery her retort in private where he would be much more OK with that, but in front of the entire damn freshman cadet class.

The fact that Juniper was even MORE desperate then usual said things to him, she was just going to be the first of many chasing him, something that didn't make him happy in the slightest.

Then there was the worry of the Dalkarn twins in general, ever since graduation they had been completely out of sync...it bugged him...maybe because he didn't have a twin, he didn't have a bond that should be tighter knit then anything else.  He worried about how they were going to resolve the very obvious rift that had grown between them.  It just...disheartened him...one best friend betraying his trust, another refusing to admit that her sister and her were at odds...

If anything the source of at least half of his stress was red-haired twin related.  Having given up in the middle of the night he had left his bunk as a decoy for the more desperate, leave them thinking that he had went off to do rather then his back being against his RIO's side....only his blond bangs peaking from under the blanket.  He could give a fuck less how suggestive this might of looked, he had needed the mental security after last night.  Needed that reassurance that not all his friends were going to send what little trust he had LEFT out the window...that opening himself up to anyone at the academy had been the right idea.  Things were so much simpler back in the Nest....so so much simpler...  He shook his head rapidly but ultimately he couldn't work up the nerve to extract himself to go do his EVERY DAMN MORNING ROUTINE.  His blue eyes had remained staring at the bulkhead wall...sorely wishing for the sound of their homeworld's storms to help put him at ease.  He was hurting, he was stressing about the Dalkarns both professionally and personally, and the fact that he would have the pressure of fan-girls again made him want to puke from the nerves turning his stomach into a knot.

He found his mind drifting back to last night...and he shook his head rapidly as he brought out his headphones, noise-cancelling of course so the only person who'd be able to get his attention easily was the sleeping Meltran giant that he was hiding against....

You could always assume that role... He shivered just a hint it would let him shut things off, he'd be nothing more then a brisk and professional boy...so damn robotic and by the book that he'd make Drone seem personable as a result.  One that would miss every single damn hint tossed his way unless it was training, grabbing his meal, pt, and not leaving his dormitory without Zelhia.  There was a couple childish reasons but he knew if he sank to Nil's temper then he'd never have the opportunity to get them back together.  Maybe he could send an e-mail to her parents and seek advice?  Nil already broke his trust so it seemed almost fair game...would Alma be happy if he got involved to try and get the twins to gel with each other again....

Sigh.  He didn't know...all he did know right now is he just wanted to shut himself from everyone but Zelhia....that was the one value he knew was stable.  He did get out his PDA deciding the best way to approach this was seek out one of the main officers.

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To :: CMDR Zed "Pocky" Cassel
CC :: Major Mjuiri 'Void' Kavryn


I apologize at the timing of this message, but there's a few concerns I have with regards to my flight and I want to find a way to head it off before it boils over into a potential combat situation.  I'm not sure the best way to approach the matter and could use some insight over it.

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Ensign Keiko "Pixie" Skylark
Oh god why can I feel my everything?!


Keiko groaned...it hurttttttt.  Cassel was an evil evil evil evil evil SUPER EVIL MEANIEHEAD!  Well I mean not really....BUT HE WAS RIGHT NOW!   Keiko wanted to just pretend she was dead or something as she lay there in bed with her two stuffed animals.  Isabella the Bear and Nastya the Bat!  Two very excellent plushies that were soft and squishy and gave Keiko feel goods when she had them close.  This is what she needed.  She was squeezzzzzingggg those stuffed animals super tight....as she was trying to ignore the dull aches in her body.

Let her do the sims, let her do the RIO stuff, let her do the tactical planning, let her cuddle a kitten, let her eat a cookie!....keep that vile and evil PT schedule that made her forget what limbs felt like at the end of the day away from her.  All the instructors were robots...ROBOTS SHE SAYS!  The only blessed saving grace from all this was the bunks were surprisingly comfortable...granted Keiko could sleep on the floor and find it comfortable, and there was BLESSED hot water anytime she wanted a shower.  She gave another little groan.  Maybe she could convince Jenny to stay in bed by crawling in bed with her and trying to keep her pinned...by keep her pinned she means curling up on her and using Jenny's warmth to coax her back to sleep. 

Actually come to think of it something sweet sounded amazing right now....AAHHHHH no that was completely going against this plan she was making!  The plan where she was the heroine of the day and all she had to do was sleep...

But maybe they'd have cocoa at this hour to....

...noooo come on sweets were good....and maybe a hot shower but....HGNNNNNN....the pinkette completely blamed the meaniehead once more!  BLAME BLAME BLAME!  See this was his fault that she was at such a mental war with herself!  Blame blame blame blame blame!  Totally not her making it rougher on herself nope....Commander Cassel you have been tried and blamed by the Keiko Triumverate consisting of her, Isabella the Bear, and Nastya the Bat you are guilty of being a total meaniehead making evil stressful training regimes.

Sigh.  That was why she didn't want up isn't it?  People were fighting and morale was at a low amongst the freshman class...a real low.  Nobody had been in cheerful spirits like the Nest.  There were just as many meanie face moments as there were chuckles and banters....and she didn't like how she felt during some of those conversations...that and that poopoo head Lucky making it clear he wished she didn't even exist, that she should go get put up to a firing squad just for being born....she curled up a little more.   Now the cuteness was a bit depressed as she hugged those plushies against her frame giving a small exhale.  She pulling out a PDA and sending out a message.

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To :: CMDR Zed "Pocky" Cassel
CC :: Major Mjuiri 'Void' Kavryn

Is there a chance I can have a sit down with one of you two?  There's a couple topics bothering me and I'm not sure...how to approach them, and I could really use some advice here.

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Message sent she remained there on her side not sure she wanted to face the day yet.

And then the scramble is given.

Of course neither Keiko nor Lance would have the chance to try and get some sleep.  Pocky decided to once again ruin all that was sleep schedules.  That man needed someone to seriously just tie him down and prevent him from doing anything mind or physical breaking to the pilots and EWOs.  The assignment had been routine enough it was a needed to be practiced assignment because fleet protection was one of the more important roles that could be given to a VF squadron, and a lot more was at stake then an attack mission.

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Lieutenant Junior Grade Lance "Janus" Callaeros
Working off pent up frustrations of his own.
Healthier then biting someone's head off.


It was clear Lance still had things on his mind yesterday and he was not in the mood to be public right then.  No instead the pilot bumped fists lightly with his EWO.

"Heading to the range." He said in quiet Zent to his EWO.  It was no secret that Lance was a trained long-shot, a dedicated sniper so to speak as he headed to the full range that was onboard the Chaerilidae the range he often found was a safer place to gather his thoughts then the gym as there was something almost soothing about shooting.  Lance spoke briefly with the range master going for a more difficult shooting course before getting one of the big boy rifles that made a few people blink but the LTJG was soon set-up and his eye was looking down range through the scope.

Cadet morale was strained.  He needed to find a way to raise it....that much he could be certain but he needed an inspiration...perhaps a performance as his eye settled on the target.  Unlike a small arms weapon using a smaller cartridge there was a distinct sound of the rifle being discharged and going down range.  Lance's first short slightly off center.  He dialed in the rifle, zeroing it a little.  BAM! The sound of the shell casing being ejected and making a metallic sound as it clattered with the first shell in the spent munitions bag.  The shot sounding out more clearly then the typical fair available.  The twins he was worried about, he hoped if he could kind of get a handle on some of the morale issues....he could perhaps get everyone in the right direction, maybe hopefully as a side benefit mend the rift between his best friends the twins...they had been out of sync ever since the graduation ceremony and he was worried that that might spill over in the field and hurt their chances.

BAM! The shot sounded in the range as he found his mark and was dialed in fully, this routine a bit more...practiced...automated...soothing to him as he worked the bolt of the rifle to eject the third shell and began lining up his fourth shot.  The best part of the range, the ear protectors ensured it'd be harder to disturb him unless he wanted to be disturbed.

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Ensign Keiko "Pixie" Skylark
Is definitely wishing she went to sleep sooner...
BLAME BLAME BLAME SHE SAYS!


Brains....that's all Keiko could reasonably think of right then.  Keiko was even MORE tired.  And this was definitely Zed's fault...what kind of non-sleeping MONSTER....yep he had to be a robot...A ROBOT SHE SAYS.  Beep boop a robot that clearly ran on the same fuel that their VFs ran...NORMAL PEOPLE WOULD SLEEP!  Her eyes burned a little while she had been completely fine in the field, now that the adrenaline of the assignment had worn off Keiko looked more ready to just curl up somewhere and catch a bit of a longer sleep.

Instead she did settle an earlier argument she had opted to go to the officer's mess and grab coffee...that was doctored to practically be syrup by the time Keiko was done with it...and that sweet she had wanted earlier, before Zed 'Pocky' Totally His Fault and Blamed Cassel had decided to spring MORE stuff on them.  Not even the Energizer Bunny would last against such a ruthless schedule as the small pink-haired EWO poked at her sweet with a fork now and then taking a bite of it and sipped at her coffee.
« Last Edit: February 16, 2019, 05:26:20 PM by Lance »
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Re: 2055.08.24 Tuesday
« Reply #3 on: February 17, 2019, 12:11:14 PM »
Jacob Medley
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Buthridan days are long. They are longer when you have two combat simulations, courses, and physical training...

Excitement is what carried Jacob through the first combat simulation of the day and into his courses. He did rather well and scored high marks and yet...there was one more at the end of the day.

What the hell are you doing? It is just another combat sim and you did well today so far. Fifty percent of the job done is done right? You're a great pilot, calm down! But...

He had just slept. He had a good breakfast and when he strapped into the simulated cockpit he was all senses at high alert. He knows that it should not be this easy and he couldn't shake that feeling that Zed had something up his sleeve and this was done with purpose. That he wanted the squadron to see themselves at their best. This unshakable feeling carried through to the first cycle of PT for the day when his fellow squad-mates discovered he was the guy who liked his exercise. And he liked the exercise high that you get from working out. So while others got wiped out for a while longer Jacob was still smiling.

Of course it was Zed "Work you to Death" Cassel who wanted no one smiling and everyone remembering that this was... "not fun and games!" Jacob was sure that the whole squadron got harder PT because of those who made things look easy. When he fell into the shower he ached as much as everyone else and he was sure of it that those last two hundred extra run and drops with the push up twist was because of the people who made it look easy.

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Feeling somewhat refreshed after  his shower and a quick grab for something to eat Jacob settled into his courses. Usually classes were more of the same for Jacob, moving through them as best as he could while the weariness of early morning PT set in and thoughts drifted back to the combat sims that morning. This was where his mind was for most of the day letting him get busted out for day dreaming by one instructor who caught him kind of most definitely not paying attention. He didn't want to be that guy but the snap question and his follow up with "What?" earned him some well deserved laughs and the glare that was given to him.

"Damn I hate being right...," Jacob thought as the end of the day rolled into the second set of combat sims. This was where the real test was and he listened to the Commander lay out the nature of the sims they were doing this evening he was sure that smile Zed had made it pretty clear - we were tired and exhausted after a long day. And that is when a real test for combat happens.

"Well at least I didn't go out in the first two minutes...," Jacob thought later as he lay in his bunk stretched out, unable to be comfortable while muscles still ached and his body had a low thrum of burn to it from the grueling day. His mind turned to some of the combat simulators damage variables and wondered at something that kept tickling the back of his mind. Unable to relax despite the weariness Jacob dressed in his jumpers and then went out to wander down to the flight deck to talk to some of the techs.

He smiled and waved to those he knew as he passed through the hallway and down to the lifts that could take him to the flight decks. That is where he was when the PA squawked and shouted out the scramble orders. For a  moment Jacob stood in the hallway transfixed, listening but not quite understanding yet. By the time his brain caught up with his training he was already at a run to the squadron ready room.

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"Dismissed."

That was the word Jacob was waiting on after the hours of grueling combat and post-battle recovery and debriefing. He was well past having burned up the last of his reserves and the adrenaline had finally run its course leaving him exhausted and mentally wrecked. Jacob finally let the depression that existed as a black space in the back of his mind free. This feeling mingled this with the humbling realization that if this had been a real operation then there would have been less people in that briefing room, including one Jacob Medley. That dead is dead and to not be dead he needed to train harder. Instead of returning to his quarters despite the strain of his body urging him to do so he turns towards the mess and the idea of something to eat and drink. With the thought rolling in his head, dead is dead, he pulls out his PDA and begins to type. Then retype it. Then retype it again as he finally settles on a simple message.

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TO :: CMDR Zed "Pocky" Cassel

I would like to request additional sim time for my off-duty hours.

ENS Jacob Medley


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Jacob hits the keys to send his message just as he is entering the mess and bee lines towards his liquid goal. So focused on the desire for coffee and maybe a few of those oft-ignored protein bars he has not quite caught on that there is a pink-haired mess in the room.
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Re: 2055.08.24 Tuesday
« Reply #4 on: February 17, 2019, 05:03:46 PM »
Mjuiri "Void" Kavryn
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Flipping through technical data on her datapad and overseeing the maintenance team working on her 11 Mjuiri felt right at home, partly because of the task itself but perhaps even more because they where now in orbit and not down planetside. Being a contractor/assistant instructor rather than a full instructor meant she didn't have as much to prepare in the way of student debriefings leaving her quite suited to being assigned to recovery and ship readying operations, something that suited her just fine. Things were going swiftly, giving her enough time to look through her non critical messages as well, noticing a couple of messages she had been CCed on.

One message from Lt.JG Callaeros about concerns regarding his flight. She figured that one had Zed written all over it, since she didn't really have any authority over their flight assignments. Probably just want to cherry pick his squad or something... she thought dryly before moving on to the next message.

The message from ensign Skylark seemed more like something she could assist with. Reading through the short message it read like a request of a more informal nature, and Mjuiri could definitely do informal. Glancing over at the time readout on the datapad and subconsciously double checking it to the chronometer on her wrist she noted she had a couple of hours left before she needed to be elsewhere, the work in the maintenance hangar was coming along nicely and the students should be free; they would probably be in the mess if they hadn’t decided to collapse in their bunks already Mjuiri figured. Might as well... she thought tapping the reply button.

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To: Ensign Skylark
If you've got the energy for it you can drop by maintenance hangar {suitable designation here}. Just ask for me when you get there and someone should be able to point you to me.

/Void

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Re: 2055.08.24 Tuesday
« Reply #5 on: February 17, 2019, 05:17:50 PM »
F'Lar “Igor” Lessa and Kristopher “Frank” Robinton
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Igor was half sitting half laying at one of the tables, face flat down on the table as if he had just fallen over forward, complaining loudly. “Frank, why the fuck are we here and not in our damned bunks? Huh? Frank, whyyy?” Igor complained into the table, not bothering to even try to look up at Frank. Frank on the other hand at least sat up, despite looking rather worn out as well. “’Cause its smart. Get some energy, get some drink, settle… THEN you crash.” Igor eloquently countered with “WHY? Smart is fuckin stupid”


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Re: 2055.08.24 Tuesday
« Reply #6 on: February 17, 2019, 05:26:39 PM »
Ruth “Drone” Rigga
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Somehow Ruth and Jayla had made it through the exercise in a … passable… fashion. Jayla was still upset, and while Ruth could definitely understand that she still couldn’t figure why her long time friend seemed to shut her out as well, so she had decided to give Jayla some space and maybe she could even find one of the Dalkarn twins or Poacher. Jayla had said something about her situation not being their fault, and if that were so she just might owe Scarlet and Poacher the tiniest of apologies. If nothing else so those freaks would at least tell her what they knew of whoever was bullying Jayla. Thus with that goal in mind, Ruth had dragged herself to the mess hall, and kept her eyes peeled for the twins or Poacher.

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Re: 2055.08.24 Tuesday
« Reply #7 on: February 17, 2019, 05:39:20 PM »
Kiera “Tart” Frost
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The schedule at the Chaerilidae certainly was a step up from anything she had experienced before. At first she had pegged it for being a sort of shock therapy or hazing of the new arrivals, letting them know they where in the real deal now. But the more she studied the seniors the more she wondered if this was not just the standard here and it was all just a natural step up for those on the track to be the elites of the three sphere’s defence force. Either way it suited her fine, she could deal with it. Hopefully so can the rest of them… she thought, looking over the pilots gathered in the mess hall as she moved up next to Jacob, waiting her turn to get some coffee.

“Those are some hunter’s eyes you got there.” Kiera commented jokingly at Jacob’s intense focus on his liquid target. “That coffee pot won’t know what hit it.”

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Re: 2055.08.24 Tuesday
« Reply #8 on: February 18, 2019, 01:56:53 AM »
Jacob Medley
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“Those are some hunter’s eyes you got there.” Kiera commented jokingly at Jacob’s intense focus on his liquid target. “That coffee pot won’t know what hit it.”

His sole focus lasered in to getting his cup of coffee poured it takes a moment for Jacob to realize that someone was talking to him. He blinks away some of that mental cotton that fills his brain and he glances to Kiera, "Oh? Yeah. I hope so. Wish the cups were bigger." a friendly smile curves up his lips up as he shifts taking a half-step to the side to make room for her. Once the cup in his hand is full he just offers it to her, "Here. First cup of the fresh brew." he glances to the pot, "At least I think it's fresh. Seems full and it is hot."

With the coffee offered he looks to make sure no one else is waiting and then gets another cup to pour some for himself. He considers with a glance the usual extras that one could add into coffee - cream, sugar, or whatever - and discards the thought as straight up being the better option. With a blow across the coffee he takes his first sip and then plants his butt against the counter so he can lean back against it, out of the way of the coffee pot.

"You're uh...," Jacob starts to say as he stutters on the sentence thinking, as he looks at Kiera, "Uh...," and then he snaps his fingers, "Ah you're in VTAQ right?" he takes another sip of the coffee. Right after he asks the question he glances around the room finally taking note of the others before he turns his attention back to Kiera.
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Re: 2055.08.24 Tuesday
« Reply #9 on: February 18, 2019, 01:26:43 PM »
Ensign Keiko "Pixie" Skylark
Beep, beep, for whom the message tolls.


It was the PDA going off that made Skylark JUMP a little and snap awake out of her stupor.  She peered suspiciously at the PDA like it was some kind of alien thing.  What did it say about her that she found Igor and Frank's outbursts routine?  Still the small pink-haired EWO fished out her PDA and glanced at it seeing that the Major had responded at least, she assumed that Captain Super Machine Pocky Cassel was still being a drone and prepping the next DOOOMMMMM scenario.  DOOM SHE SAYS!  She pulled up the location on her ship map, saved it so idly and then carefully wiggled out of her seat...and then wolfed down the last of her treat before dumping the tray.

Keiko paused at a drink machine...what did the major drink anyways....pulling out a small card she swiped it at the reader and just went for like...standard black tea...she of course getting mint tea with honey and ginsing...SCORE the last can!  Mine she says mine!  Who cares if it was a less popular flavor...MINEEEEEE.  There was no childish mode in her sleepy frame of mind nope not at all...punching for a couple cans of coffee as well Keiko pocketed her prizes from the machine.

She gave a small wave at Jacob, Kiera....and the two loud-mouths...and anyone else that was there before she zipped off in the direction of the maintenance hanger but not before stopping at yet another machine and punching for a couple to go snacks.  Musn't forget snacks she was kind of ambushing the Major at a random hour.  Hope was fueling her energy right then, and she was hoping she'd get some kind of insight on the matter on what to do.  Arriving on the maintenance area and comfortably moving through the busy machinery and busier students and she got directions from one of the techs who had always been nice to her.

"Major?" came the soft voice of Keiko as she peaked around a munition rack finding Major Kavyrn almost comfortable here.  She could understand being comfortable around stuff like this, she was usually buried in her laptop after all.
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Re: 2055.08.24 Tuesday
« Reply #10 on: February 18, 2019, 03:00:11 PM »
Kiera "Tart" Frost
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Kiera gave a short laugh at the speculation over the coffee freshness. "Honestly as long as it gives me little caffeine kick I’m satisfied at this point.", she commented before taking a sip as she moved to the side, so as to not block access for anyone else.

"You're uh...Uh...Ah you're in VTAQ right?"

Kiera nodded. "Affirm.", she said looking out over the room. "As are the loudmouths over there" she gestured towards Igor and Frank "aaand that is half a crew there" she continued pointing to Drone, before her gaze continued, falling on Keiko just as she moved to leave the room offering them both a wave, which Keira returned with a nod and a wave of her own. "Another half of a crew" she commented to Jacob.  "Don’t think I’ve seen many of you VT-17s though. Rough deal for you people as well I take it?" She was a bout to take another sip, but stopped herself with "Oh, I do think I saw Rainman on my way here, but no clue where he was headed though...", her voice carrying a slight hint of worry at the mention of the somewhat airheaded pilot.

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Re: 2055.08.24 Tuesday
« Reply #11 on: February 18, 2019, 03:45:51 PM »
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Mjuiri's ears perked up at the new voice calling "Major?". She was so used to that rank that it didn't even register with her that it wasn't the right one for her current post. "One moment" she replied, one finger held up to stave off the new arrival while she focused on something on the datapad held in front of her by one of the mechanics. She nodded and tapped on something on the device and the mechanic went on its way, leaving Mjuiri free to focus her attention on the newly arrived Keiko.

Turning around to face her, Mjuiri's expressionless eyes quickly scanned the new arrival before giving Keiko a friendly smile that as usual didn't quite seem to reach her eyes. "Ensign Skylark, yes?" Mjuiri asked, head tilted slightly to one side waiting for some kind of confirmation before continuing.

"Perfect timing for a break to be honest. Come, they are done over by my 11 so we can get some quiet there." Mjuiri motioned for Keiko to follow, leading her snaking between VFs and equipment over to her somewhat... eccentric... looking VF-11. "Perfect." She commented, pointing towards an unused small maintenance lift by the nearby wall.

Putting her hands against the lift behind her back, Mjuiri took a small jump and lifted herself up to sit on the lift floor, motioning for Keiko to hop up beside her. Just as Mjuiri had said, maintenance were mostly done in the vicinity and the lift was parked out of the way meaning they had relative privacy, especially considering the sounds of work being done from the other areas around. Occasionally someone would walk by, but it would be easy to spot from their position by the wall, giving plenty of time to quiet down should one have something to say that didn't concern the random passer-by.

"Figured you wanted something... informal, yes?" Mjuiri asked, her way of speaking still sounding slightly off for how people in the three spheres talked. She glanced at Keiko out of the corner of her eyes as she stretched and made herself comfortable waiting for the rather pink ensign to speak up, one hand giving a few quick scratches to her ear not too dissimilar from what one would expect of a  cat or a dog.

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Re: 2055.08.24 Tuesday
« Reply #12 on: February 18, 2019, 04:16:47 PM »
Ensign Keiko "Pixie" Skylark
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Listened quietly to Major Kavryn for a moment as she gave a weak smile and a nod.  It was clear the little EWO was more ready to climb in one of the open hatches and just doze there thanks to her small size.  Still Keiko followed Mjuiri and mananged to get her little toosh on the spot, hers a bit more of a tired wiggle, Keiko was still drained from the exercises and even with the sweet in her system she gave a shifted for a moment scratching her cheek as she rummaged in a couple pockets and produced the canned coffee and the can of black tea for the Major to help herself to judging from Keiko's offering here as she assumed this was a more casual meeting place.

Keiko gave a slow exhale for a moment.  "I...wanted to know how you and Commander Cassel felt about 'Rain Washing'," Keiko admitted now.  "Because I want to know if I feel too harassed on the topic if me reporting it is going to just result in a turn the other cheek gesture or if it'll be taken seriously..." Keiko said softly now before she shifted and produced her own Mint Tea and opened it, if anything the girl seemed almost visibly depressed on the topic since she didn't have to be immediately judged.

"I'm sure one of you noticed but I'm one of the few non-pure blood individuals on the ship.  And the Three Spheres culture is...." she was trying to decide how to voice her frustration on the matter, a part of her always wanted to scream that it lost it's justification the moment hateful comments like 'you should have never been born' came out.  Keiko lightly kicking a foot as she processed the best word.  "Difficult on the subject matter.  My parents are one of the very few mixed couples, and I have no shame in where I came from it's just...." she sighed for a moment.  "With the stress of the pilots mounting during the initial adjustment to Chaer standards leading to low morale among a number of pilots and EWOs, I'm more afraid of a repeat that when something goes wrong, people are going to lash out at easy and obvious targets fro frustration, like mixed heritage individuals like myself...." Keiko said gently now.

"I'm very very thankful that my pilot Jenny finds the subject ridiculous and has gotten in a few heated arguments on my behalf back in the Nest.  I also don't want her tossed in the brig because she took up the gauntlet because I didn't stand up for myself on the matter," Keiko said with a frown knowing Jenny would have had a damn fit if she overheard what Lucky had said to Keiko....
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Re: 2055.08.24 Tuesday
« Reply #13 on: February 18, 2019, 05:43:40 PM »
Ensign Jennifer "Pillow" Adrasteia


Jenny got back to her room after everything had finished. At least they'd have a little bit of downtime before they'd go back on duty.

She went through a few stretches, making sure everything was in order after having been cooped up in the cockpit. The workout yesterday had been taxing, but she'd paced herself and come through without having to really push herself to the limit, which hadn't been the case for a few of the others, who she expected would be hurting this morning. There had been some sort of altercation at the pool which she hadn't been paying close attention to, but she'd seen no reason to get involved. No blows had been thrown, so there was a decent chance it would all blow over. At least she hadn't seen anyone trying to give Keiko a hard time, one person who had pushed their luck during training had found out that there were certain joint locks that Jenny knew full well were VERY painful and didn't leave a bruise.

Mind you, that all supposed that things wouldn't fester during their voyage or come to the fore if they were put under more pressure through the intensive training regime she was sure would continue going forward. Didn't matter how talented you were or how hard you worked, everyone had their pressure points and it was just another thing to be conscious of. As she went down this line of thought, she had to smile, if you messed up milking a cow, they may give you a kick, but at least they didn't talk back at the same time!

Whilst she considered just getting some rest, she was still pretty wide awake and to make the most of it she wanted to get a bit of firearms practice in and a quick session in the gym so she'd have a chance to "hit the books" before turning in. She knew that it was well worth the time trying to analyse the data from the training mission before the formal extended debrief. It wasn't quite the exact saying, but Proper Preparation Prevents Piss Poor Performance was something that Jenny had come to understand through her training. Some people could get by if put on the spot by an instructor, but not her, the times she hadn't done the work, it had been mercilessly exposed.

Slipping into a training vest and trousers, she headed down to the range, checking out a sidearm and working methodically through the safety procedures. She was surprised to hear that there was at least one other person with the same idea, and getting closer she saw it was Lieutenant Callaeros.

He seemed to be working methodically through a clip on a long rifle, taking his time on each shot. Jenny went a few rows to the side to give him the space to concentrate, then put on her gloves and sent a target out to a sensible range. She varied the shots between one and two handed stances, as you'd never know what type of situation might arise that would require a pilot to draw a sidearm and have to fire in anger. Her two handed grouping was pretty consistent, clumped around the centre of mass, otherwise things spread out more than she'd have liked.

As she saw Lance remove his ear defenders, she nodded and simply said "Lieutenant"
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Re: 2055.08.24 Tuesday
« Reply #14 on: February 18, 2019, 09:49:59 PM »
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Now that he's a few drinks of his coffee in, Jacob sets down the cup on the counter and he pulls a protein bar out of his pocket. He slowly starts to unwrap it so he can pull pieces off of it to eat while he intermixes it with coffee and conversation.

While he gives Keiko a smile and a nod as she makes her way out, his head has that kind of tilt towards Kiera indicating that he is paying attention she points out the others. He watches Frank and Igor for a moment and then a glance is given to Drone.

"Don’t think I’ve seen many of you VT-17s though. Rough deal for you people as well I take it?"

"Oh we're about." Jacob remarks with an easy smile, "Not sure where most of us are right now. I just came straight here from the debrief." he checks his chrono for a moment, "Mm most probably bunked out." he glances back to Kiera, "I think rough is something of an understatement. I think my wingman was out to prove himself and is far far braver than he should be. We got rolled up in the first fifteen." he makes a face at that and then he lets out a sigh, "Learning experience, no doubt."
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