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18 Scorpii: The Three Spheres and Surrounding Areas => Magister (Game 2 Active) => Topic started by: Zed on January 07, 2010, 03:55:46 PM

Title: 2055.08.24 Tuesday
Post by: Zed on January 07, 2010, 03:55:46 PM
2055.08.24 Tuesday 00:00 GST
Title: Re: 2055.08.24 Tuesday
Post by: Zed 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.
Title: Re: 2055.08.24 Tuesday
Post by: Lance on February 16, 2019, 05:24:25 PM
Lieutenant Junior Grade Lance "Janus" Callaeros
Hidden and Safe
Trust has been violated.
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/NightLance/001100.jpg)

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?!
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/NightLance/17001101-1.png)

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.
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/NightLance/001100.jpg)

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!
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/NightLance/17001101-1.png)

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.
Title: Re: 2055.08.24 Tuesday
Post by: Harven on February 17, 2019, 12:11:14 PM
Jacob Medley
Feel the burn, Love the burn.
"Crazy He Calls Me"

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.
Title: Re: 2055.08.24 Tuesday
Post by: Mr.F on February 17, 2019, 05:03:46 PM
Mjuiri "Void" Kavryn
Maintenance hangar area


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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Title: Re: 2055.08.24 Tuesday
Post by: Mr.F on February 17, 2019, 05:17:50 PM
F'Lar “Igor” Lessa and Kristopher “Frank” Robinton
Mess hall


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”

Title: Re: 2055.08.24 Tuesday
Post by: Mr.F on February 17, 2019, 05:26:39 PM
Ruth “Drone” Rigga
Mess hall


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.
Title: Re: 2055.08.24 Tuesday
Post by: Mr.F on February 17, 2019, 05:39:20 PM
Kiera “Tart” Frost
Mess hall


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.”
Title: Re: 2055.08.24 Tuesday
Post by: Harven on February 18, 2019, 01:56:53 AM
Jacob Medley
Coffee, Ambrosia...same thing.
Mess Hall

“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.
Title: Re: 2055.08.24 Tuesday
Post by: Lance on February 18, 2019, 01:26:43 PM
Ensign Keiko "Pixie" Skylark
Beep, beep, for whom the message tolls.
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/NightLance/17001101-1.png)

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.
Title: Re: 2055.08.24 Tuesday
Post by: Mr.F on February 18, 2019, 03:00:11 PM
Kiera "Tart" Frost
Mess hall


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.
Title: Re: 2055.08.24 Tuesday
Post by: Mr.F on February 18, 2019, 03:45:51 PM
Mjuiri "Void" Kavryn
Maintenance hangar area


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.
Title: Re: 2055.08.24 Tuesday
Post by: Lance on February 18, 2019, 04:16:47 PM
Ensign Keiko "Pixie" Skylark
A non-robot officer?!  They do exist!
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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....
Title: Re: 2055.08.24 Tuesday
Post by: Crimson Reaver on February 18, 2019, 05:43:40 PM
Ensign Jennifer "Pillow" Adrasteia
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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"
Title: Re: 2055.08.24 Tuesday
Post by: Harven on February 18, 2019, 09:49:59 PM
Jacob Medley
I'm Not Dead Yet...
Mess Hall

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."
Title: Re: 2055.08.24 Tuesday
Post by: Mr.F on February 19, 2019, 05:51:24 PM
Mjuiri "Void" Kavryn
Maintenance hangar area


Mjuiri listened to Keiko with one ear perked, eyes scanning out over the hangar area, occasionally nodding to show she was indeed listening to what Keiko was telling her.

"Well, I think it is bullshit." Mjuiri replied with a frown once Keiko fell silent. "Doesn't much matter what I, or Cassel think though. The official stance is no discrimination, but there is always a lot of leeway in things like that. Militaries aren't exactly known to be bastions of change, tending to build heavily on tradition and conservatism... and we, Cassel and I, are both outsiders." She sighed, giving Keiko a short glance before continuing. "If someone, anyone, brought a claim of harassment before Cassel, I am sure that it would not be ignored. He would probably fight that battle even if it cost him his career." She gave Keiko a small smile. Possibly encouraging, but it was a bit hard to tell with those expressionless eyes of hers, and something in her voice seemed to put weight on the implications that statement carried. "Sometimes wants a bit too much to be a hero that one."

Mjuiri turned to look directly at the pink ensign next to her, tilting her head as she studied her closely. "Why did you join the defence force? I am sure there must have been a reason, yes? You must have expected a harder road due to your heritage, yes? A reason strong enough to push past that and even push enough to get accepted here among the elites of the three spheres despite what was likely quite an uphill battle, yes?"
Title: Re: 2055.08.24 Tuesday
Post by: Mr.F on February 19, 2019, 06:04:20 PM
Kiera "Tart" Frost
Mess hall


"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."

"Ouch" Kiera replied sympathetically.

"Learning experience, no doubt."

"Yeah." Kiera gave Jacob an appreciative nod. "Definitely. That is a good attitude towards it. I can think of a few that might struggle to see that wisdom." Kiera rubbed her forehead, concern briefly flashing across her face as she thought of the colourful batch of crews in her squadron. "I think a lot of people might need to adjust their attitudes and expectations in this place. You know, I think this... this workload... this level of intensity might just be the norm here, not just something to put us rookies in our place. We better learn to stick up for each other right quick if we want to avoid dropouts is my bet."
Title: Re: 2055.08.24 Tuesday
Post by: Zed on February 20, 2019, 04:13:33 AM
2055.08.24 Tuesday 12:30 GST/05:30 Local Time Tuesday Morning
Scorpii 18 System
Planet Buthridas
Training Carrier Chaerilidae
Deck 04: Pool

Captain Zed "Pocky" Cassel


Zed wasn’t surprised that the coached swimming session had as dramatically low attendance as the session the day before had had high.  He wasn’t even surprised that not a single lower division student hadn’t shown, pilot or otherwise.  What had Zed surprised was Faye’s absence.  In the years he’d known her, not once had she missed an opportunity to compete with him, and though he had his suspicions why, it had never troubled him so much as her sudden absence did.  Was yesterday a tactical error?  Pride was a curious thing, especially when you dealt with someone as capable and beautiful as Lt. Sinderman.  Case in point, those that supported and adored her among the permanent crew and older students that had made it in to swim had given him dirty looks as they left the pool.

With a rueful laugh, Zed reached into his bag to retrieve his communicator and opened his “to do” list to retrieve his students’ messages.

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To: LTJG Lance Callaeros
CC: CMDR Mjuiri Kavryn


Unfortunately Mister Callaeros if this is a formal concern I’m going to have to ask you to either schedule an appointment at my office during tomorrow’s hours, or if this is an immediate concern, which judging by the nature of your message it may be, you’ll have to speak with your Executive Officer, Lt. Equiry.  If this is something that cannot be handled by in squadron personnel, you may contact the CWEXO CMDR June Ford for office hours.

/Captain Zed Cassel
 CVW-24 CAG
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Zed frowned as he proofed the message one last time before he sent it off.  Decisions like these were the least savory when dealing with an academic environment, even one that was centered around special forces services, or at least that’s how he saw it.  But it was also his job to provide these people with the reality that their calling had a constant mental, physical, and emotional cost, and that they had the strength to bear it.  They wouldn’t be here if they didn’t.  Knowing their limits might just be something new to some of the pilots though.  Zed sighed again, and queued up his next outgoing message.

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To: Ensign Jacob Medley
CC: CMDR Penelope Dawes, LT Nyal Duriel


Ensign, I’m going to chalk this up to just how exhausted you are from everything because not only did you miss-address your request, you seem to believe that you’ll be getting regular down time like you’re being given today.  Regardless, simulator access time is severely limited to accommodate the entire Wing’s training schedule and as such is not open for individual student use.  You’ll be getting plenty of time in the sims shortly, so do yourself a favor and take advantage of the opportunity to rest when we give it to you.  Sleep is another thing you won’t find in the requisitions.

/Captain Zed Cassel
 CVW-24 CAG
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Zed threw his communicator back into his bag after sending Ensign Medley his reply and quickly set about showering off the residue from his workout.  He needed time to think about his response to Ensign Skylark.  Truth be told he wasn’t surprised to hear the girl would have something personal to talk about.  His staff had made him aware of the trouble that was likely to follow having her aboard, simply because of the prevailing culture among the people of the Spike.  The Three Spheres of 18 Scorpii were an odd bunch to Zed.  He found beauty in their pride and resilience, but he wasn’t blind to the sharp edges of that pride.  He wasn’t really shocked that the Zentreadi wouldn’t really have any cultural armor against such bigotry like humanity should, yet it still bothered him that neither race seemed cognizant of the animosity such separation can create.  He understood they told themselves it wasn’t out of hate, and for a vast majority it likely wasn’t.  But there was that pride.

Finishing his shower, Captain Cassel efficiently dried himself and donned his service uniform, tapping away at his communicator as he walked to his next meeting.  We should be done with the review by…

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To: ENS Keiko Skylark
CC: CMDR Mjuiri Kavryn

Ensign, I’m unfortunately unable to step away from my duties for the next several hours, but if you are willing, I will check if you are available when I am finished.

/Captain Zed Cassel
 CVW-24 CAG
==========

Pocketing his communicator, Zed straightened his hat, palmed the security pad, and entered the conference room with the heads of Chaerilidae’s academic departments.
Title: Re: 2055.08.24 Tuesday
Post by: Zed on February 20, 2019, 04:38:30 AM
Ensign Joseph “Knave” Hill
Deck 04 Mess Hall
 


“Well it’s lunch time since we shifted to GST so if he’s not at his bunk…ah, there he is, see?”  A very tired and at the end of his patience Joe was leading David “Rainman” Hutchinson into the mess hall and pointing towards Frost and Medley with a pleading look to Frost.  It wasn’t that Rainman was that trying to be around.  Joe was just tired, his endurance not nearly that of his pilot’s, whom he was determined to never leave in need.  Breaking from Rainman’s side, Joe moved to the food line where the mess workers were just putting out lunch and grabbed a tray.  His eyes sought Tart’s out, as if to ask, “What can I bring you?”  It somehow never seemed to occur to him no matter how many times that Frost was somewhere before him that she could and would get her own things.  No, that was Knave’s job, as far as he was concerned, because that’s what a backseat does for their pilot.
Title: Re: 2055.08.24 Tuesday
Post by: Zed on February 20, 2019, 04:55:31 AM
David “Rainman” Hutchinson
Deck 04 Mess Hall
 


“Thanks again Knave,” David said with a sigh.  He’d taken slightly too long in the shower after the debriefing and hadn’t had the opportunity to follow any of his squadmates or catch Jacob before he’d disappeared from view.  Much to his chagrin he’d somehow ended up getting turned about yet again in the corridors of the ship and stalked after the first pilot uniform he saw, which just happened to be Joe’s.  Things had turned out for the best, though, because Joe had reasoned that at noon there was just as good a chance of Jacob being in the Mess hall as in his bunk, so better to check the public area before waking people up after such a long day.

And he’d been right!  Relief and excitement washed over Rainman as he approached Frost and Medley, catching just the last words from Frost. We better learn to stick up for each other right quick if we want to avoid dropouts is my bet."
“Lt., Cee Em, mind if I join you for a bit?”  He looks a little odd standing next to the table with no food or drink, though not particularly more than he usually did when outside of a cockpit.
Title: Re: 2055.08.24 Tuesday
Post by: Lance on February 20, 2019, 09:33:15 AM
Lieutenant Junior Grade Lance "Janus" Callaeros
Golf Zeero Wun
Can still call his shot.
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BAM! The long rifle discharged one final time as Lance had felt the buzz of his PDA during his rifle training.  He grabbed the rangefinders off the rack beside him and glanced down range.  A tight grouping, the old man would be pleased with that at least.  He ejected the final shell casing and glanced at the rounds.  Well military training seemed to at least keep him on auto-pilot where he needed it.  His eyes glanced at his hand that had worked the trigger.  His head was cleared a good time to process things on the range was what he needed as he calmly slid the ear defenders to settle around his neck and he checked the PDA to glance at it.  LT Enquiry?  His fizzled mind took a moment to process that...he vaguely remembered the introduction....

A part of him had hoped to pick Cassel's brain but the CAG seemed busy.  Probably plotting another unholy hell simulation.

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As she saw Lance remove his ear defenders, she nodded and simply said "Lieutenant"

"Ensign," he replied automatically now as his eyes glanced up from his PDA briefly for a moment before returning to type out a quick response to Lieutenant Enquiry and then paused in sending it.  Drek.  He wasn't sure if this was a formal concern yet, formal meant it'd go on someone's record he was hoping the after-hours concern might be picked up as more of an informal matter.  Ugh.  He tapped his stylus against his PDA for a few moments.  Again he didn't seem to display any fatigue, like had been carefully conditioned almost...never display weakness...and that mental weariness was doubled on the matter after Nilke had drawn blood so to speak yesterday.  He tapped his PDA with the stylus one more time before deciding it was better to try and head this concern off sooner then later.

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TO :: XO LT Enquiry

LT I know the hour is late, but is there a chance I can sit down with you at some point. I've got a concern that I need advice on how to approach tactfully.
=====

"What brings you out to the range?  Don't see many pilots or EWOs here unless it's a mandatory training," he commented as he stood up and headed to the Quartermaster who was managing the range and turned off the long rifle, the casings, and the empty magazines before turning to look back at Jenny.  Jenny he'd had a few passing encounters with, mostly as Jenny's EWO, Keiko, was a sensitive subject as his EWO, Zel, was a bit of a race purist.  She hadn't done hostile or out-right nasty but he knew things had gotten a little tense as Zel was quite open about her opinions on subjects.  Had Zel and Keiko finally had a less then stellar conversation?  Drek that's why Jenny hunted him down isn't it?

================

Ensign Keiko "Fluff" Skylark
Tired and relieved...
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"Just hearing you and the Captain don't care for that sort of thing is good enough for me," Keiko said with a sigh now.  It also meant that they'd likely discourage it if it did become too much of a sore topic and did result in an outburst.  She relaxed just a hint as she groaned faintly at hearing her PDA buzzing, if there was one more damn emergency training she was going to find a way to remotely lock Pocky's door!  It was a childish thought at best one that Keiko wasn't going to take seriously...though she did want to snoop around see how good the ship's security actually was, not having that stupid Imp to interrupt her hacking hobby would be nice....

Even if the little hacking war had killed SO MUCH BOREDOM during the Nest.  Speaking of Pocky her PDA buzzed even as she was processing the Commander's question on why she joined the military.

How much should I confess here? She thought to herself idly.

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REPLY :: Captain Zed "Pocky" Cassel
I think the Commander has me covered but it's nice to know that you both aren't going to tolerate harassment that results from 'Rain-Washing'.

[Cue an animated kitten with hopeful eyes squishing a pillow against it's chest.]

====

Not even thinking how unprofessional that kitten might be to the CAG of the ship she pocketed the PDA.  Why did she join the military...she sighed for a moment it was clear that Keiko was trying to process how to best word this.

"Because I was running away from the disaster that was my high school life.  I wanted as far away from what happened at High School as I could get. I've dealt with the worst of the worst of Rain Washing growing up.  Filthy Mudblood, should have never been born, it's a pity you were born mixed..." she recounting some of the more distasteful words.  "If anything I've found myself to be happier in the military then back at high school...at least here merits matter more then social cliques, and oftentimes during training people don't have time to have a hiss or nitpick on the topic..." she murmured softly as she dragged her knees up into her chest.

"I've just learned let people assume I'm Meltran for the most part, a lie is much less painful then the truth.  The pure-blood hounds will figure it out but at least the general number could care less to figure out if my blood is one hundred percent Meltran or one hundred percent human," she murmured now.
Title: Re: 2055.08.24 Tuesday
Post by: Harven on February 20, 2019, 11:08:49 AM
Jacob "CM" Medley
Ah...sweet sweet caffeine.
Mess Hall

The last dregs of his coffee are hunted for as he finishes the cup off and sets the empty container on the counter. The packaging from the protein bar he eats gets stuffed into that and waits for disposal while he listens to Kiera.

“"I think a lot of people might need to adjust their attitudes and expectations in this place. You know, I think this... this workload... this level of intensity might just be the norm here, not just something to put us rookies in our place. We better learn to stick up for each other right quick if we want to avoid dropouts is my bet."”

A nod of agreement slowly comes as she makes her point, "Yeah. I think you're right. I was thinking that this was a way to give us rooks a taste of what ship life is like but now that you mention it...this probably is ship life and something to get used to."

A ping comes from Jacob's pocket and he pulls out his PDA to check the message, a short interruption that he offers up a soft, "Excuse me a sec." to Kiera. He makes that kind of face for a moment where someone purses their lips to one side, a momentary show of thought, and then he gives a nod, "And the Captain just confirmed it." he offers a wane smile to Kiera before he turns off the PDA and tucks it back into his pocket, "Captain Cassel just recommended sleep when we can get it since it is not something you can requisition." he laughs and then he lets out a breath that is not quite a sigh. He looks at the coffee machine like he is considering more when David comes up to them.

“Lt., Cee Em, mind if I join you for a bit?”

"Yeah sure." Jacob smiles to his squadron mate as leans back and slouches a bit showing his weariness, "We were just talking about..." he waves with his hand letting that hang as he indicates the ship.
Title: Re: 2055.08.24 Tuesday
Post by: Crimson Reaver on February 20, 2019, 03:15:10 PM
Ensign Jennifer "Pillow" Adrasteia

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"What brings you out to the range?  Don't see many pilots or EWOs here unless it's a mandatory training,"

Jenny applied the safety and began walking over to hand her weapon in as well.

"Not all fights are going to be in a VF Sir, spent most of my time with an old bolt action rifle growing up, need to bring the pistol work up to scratch."

Handing the gun over to the quartermaster, she added "I couldn't help but notice the mood around here, it's concerning that we're in this position so early on. What are your thoughts?"

She hoped that Lance would be willing to provide some insight on the scenes she'd glimpsed by the pool, but she'd deliberately given him an open question to see where that took things. She'd used this type of question before as often people would ramble and reveal interesting information they'd withhold if the conversation had more structure.
Title: Re: 2055.08.24 Tuesday
Post by: Mr.F on February 20, 2019, 06:37:39 PM
Mjuiri "Void" Kavryn
Maintenance hangar area


"Because I was running away from the disaster that as my high school life <...>"

Mjuiri's face contorted in a frown. She had some sympathy for wanting an escape, but from mean words in high school? It struck her as childish, but before she could form that thought into words she reminded herself that the woman next to her was significantly less experienced. Mjuiri may have looked no older than some of the students Keiko called squadmates, she had a decade of service experience on them. Perhaps a bit of childishness is expected. she thought, and the frown subsided.

"If anything I've found myself to be happier in the military then back at high school <...>"

What in the stars... The frown returned, ears dropping slightly. Inexperience or not, this train of thought definitely rubbed her the wrong way. Unless her grasp on the local dialect made her miss some twist to the conversation...

"Ensign, the role of a soldier is to kill and to die for others convictions. In your case, with the defence force of the three spheres it would mean killing and dying for those traditions, that culture and those prejudices you wanted to run away from. If war came here, you would have traded escape from distasteful words for blood and death in defence of the culture that nurtured them." Mjuiri's fingers absentmindedly traced the line where her left leg had once been severed. "Sometimes, the only merit that matters is being alive when everyone else is not. I hear it can take you all the way to Major..." the earlier frown and slightly annoyed almost hostile expression had vanished, and she finished with a surprisingly mirthful smile contrasting both her blank eyes and the fairly morbid... joke?
Title: Re: 2055.08.24 Tuesday
Post by: Mr.F on February 24, 2019, 05:48:45 AM
Kiera "Tart" Frost
Deck 04 Mess hall


"Captain Cassel just recommended sleep when we can get it since it is not something you can requisition."

Kiera gave a short laugh. "True, though given the time, sleep now would probably mean missing lunch." Before she could expand on that they where joined a few more of their fellow students and Keira acknowledged the new arrivals with a nod and a slight raising of her coffee cup.

"Lt., Cee Em, mind if I join you for a bit?"

Keira simply nodded in confirmation when Jacob filled the new arrival in on the general topic of the conversation.  "I'll have to bow out of this conversation though. The accusing eyes of my EWO is kindly reminding me of what I should be doing here." She gestured towards the food line. "Should get some food before planning for a short sleep. Seems like a good way to transition from local to GST. Feel free to join us if you want to keep the talking going." The sentence was formed like an explanation and an offer but something in how it was said made it seem like the explanation part was more of a strong recommendation than an explanation. Kiera had looked at the problem and formed a plan she had confidence in, and that confidence just naturally shone through in both speech and manners.

With that she moved to join Knave in the food line, answering the question in his eyes by gesturing for him to get her a tray as she joined him in the queue.
Title: Re: 2055.08.24 Tuesday
Post by: Zed on February 24, 2019, 02:13:29 PM
David “Rainman” Hutchinson
Deck 04 Mess Hall


Rainman’s eyes lit up at Jacob’s gesture, taking opportunity in Frost’s departure.  “That’s EXACTLY what I wanted to talk to you about! This place is huge, and it’s going to take me weeks to get used to the layout…well that’s the project I mentioned.  There’s no official map of this class of ship available…could you make me a basic map and pedometer motion tracker?  Do it for a fellow Aggy?”  David nervously scratched his blond hair before excitedly flinging both hands up in front of himself, before animatedly switching to holding up just one finger.  “Oh, and I got a line on a double date I could hook you up with this girl from one of the permanent tech crews…”
Title: Re: 2055.08.24 Tuesday
Post by: Harven on February 24, 2019, 04:05:58 PM
Jacob "CM" Medley
Grrumble blorch....
Mess Hall

"True, though given the time, sleep now would probably mean missing lunch."

The very word lunch elicits a growl from Jacob's stomach and he makes a soft grunt of Hmm in response as he gives a nod. The couple of protein bars sticking out of is pocket at that moment do not seem to be the wonderful quick alternative that would lead to sleep that he thought it would.

But then there is Rainman...

“That’s EXACTLY what I wanted to talk to you about! This place is huge, and it’s going to take me weeks to get used to the layout…well that’s the project I mentioned.  There’s no official map of this class of ship available…could you make me a basic map and pedometer motion tracker?  Do it for a fellow Aggy?”

Jacob blinks at the explosion of need that rolls off his fellow pilot and then he smiles widely, "Well...I mean..," he starts and gets interrupted with the nervous David adding the offer of a double date. Jacob holds up his hand now, "Whoa whoa whoa, slow down there Rainman." he fishes into his pocket for his PDA and he keys up a few commands, "Look. Sync with my PDA. A map was the first thing I did when we got here. That should get you started, okay? And listen, I recommend that you actually spend some free time wandering around though, Rainy. Consider it some training. If you can learn to know the common paths intuitively, then when we have drills like today, you know where to run right away without having to worry about getting lost."

With that all said Jacob holds the device out and motions, "Come on. We can do this in line too. I want to get some lunch before I crash out." for the moment food and the tech side of things is more important than the talk of a date.
Title: Re: 2055.08.24 Tuesday
Post by: arvanna on February 25, 2019, 12:24:07 AM

ENS Nilke “Scarlet” Dalkarn
Where’s the bubblegum?
“Hot damn…” Nilke let out a ragged sigh as her fingers danced over a control panel, securing the engines’ generators after switching the VF’s systems to feed off the onboard batteries. Within the confines of her cockpit, she could feel the slight tug of the towing cart attached to the nose gear of her valkyrie every now and then as it pulled them into the depths of Chaerilidae’s hangar deck for the bird’s post-flight maintenance check-up.
As the aircraft dutifully followed the path set by the cart, the red-haired pilot couldn’t help it but think that the wrench-spinners were somewhat likely to give her a bit of grief over how hard she’d ridden the engines during the last part of the exercise. They’d been given the order to cease jamming and help mop up the OPFOR, and she’d been particularly enthusiastic about following it, a situation conducive to some extra wear and tear on the afterburners.
Not that such a train of thought did much in the way of getting in the way of the big grin on Nilke’s face, however.
The fasteners on her flight helmet seal undone, the red-haired pilot then pulled the brain bucket off, revealing clumps of matted and mostly sweat-drenched, crimson-coloured hair before setting it upside down on the seat, between her legs.
Turning her head to look at her sister through one of the cockpit’s rear-view mirror, Nilke spoke. “I don’t care how advanced the sims are onboard the ship. Far as I’m concerned, they’ll never even come close to the real deal.”
The thoroughly exhausted –yet amped up- pilot then turned her attention back towards following the directions on the VF’s post-landing checklist readily displayed on the PDA strapped to her thigh. It was only a matter of moments before the entirety of the aircraft’s systems were deprived of power, turning one of the most amazing flying machines ever built by man into a multi-ton, streamlined paperweight as it rolled towards its momentary resting place.
Upon feeling the thud that announced the end of the line in their trip into the hangar deck as the cart’s hydraulics detached from her nose gear, Nilke visually confirmed the cart’s separation from the VF prior to setting the parking lock on the aircraft’s landing gears.

Just another day at the office. the red-haired pilot thought as she peeled her flight gloves off, shoving both of them into her upside-down helmet before turning her attention towards undoing the seat’s restraints and her gear’s connections to the valkyrie’s life-support system.
Frowning as she realized that her sister hadn’t even as much as acknowledged her earlier comment on the quality of simulators, Nilke turned to look at the cockpit’s rear-view mirror anew. “Oh look!” The frown quickly gave way to mock surprise. “You’re still there! I was afraid you’d punched out like half an hour ago.”
“I’m still here.”
The red-haired pilot felt her temper flare upon listening to Alma’s decidedly unenthusiastic reply and pursed her lips into a thin, white line as she fought back the impulse to voice a somewhat acid reply. The whole unholy mess surrounding her sister’s crush with Lance just kept getting better and better.
Keep in mind that you’re bone tired, and so is your sister. a voice inside Nilke’s head told her a second later as she struggled to remain silent -she instantly recognized it as her father’s- and it proved enough to make her anger spring quite a few leaks before long. Plus, the realization that she’d most likely get to spend some time with Baressa within the next few hours definitely helped her calm down as well.
Taking note of the two, ladder-toting technicians standing by next to the airframe, the red-haired pilot decided to get back to work, slapping her hand against the switch operating the canopy servos. Doing so allowed the two young men to make their assault on the cockpit, setting the ladders on the deck before climbing them so they could lend a hand at freeing the Dalkarn sisters from the evil clutches of their seats’ shoulder harnesses and multi-point safety restraints.
Having done most of the work herself by that point however, Nilke was quick to hand her flight helmet over to the technician before getting started on removing the helmet seal from her flight suit.
“How’d she handle sir?” the young enlisted asked of the red-haired pilot as she unfastened the metallic ring around her neck, setting it inside her flight helmet.
“Well, I’d sooner give up a kidney than flying my baby.” Her comment earned her a chuckle from the technician, who looked down at the deck, making sure of his footing before heading down the ladder and allowing Nilke to climb out of the VF’s cockpit.
A couple minutes later, having finished her post-flight visual check of the aircraft, the red-haired pilot patted the side of Sonic’s nose in silent thanks with her hand not holding her helmet before coming to a stop standing next to her sister, who seemed to be fiddling with her PDA.
“A few gallons of gas, some TLC from the wrench squad, and we’re good to go again.” Nilke put her hands up before twisting her torso a bit, working a few kinks out of her back. She’d never admit to such a thing, but while their plane could handle several back-to-back combat missions with little but stops to fill up the tanks and re-arm, the red-haired pilot didn’t possess that kind of endurance.
“We should go debrief Pocky and his entourage before someone mistakes us for baggage handlers again.”
“Okay.”
Here we go again. Nilke thought as she did her best to keep her temper from flaring again, pinching the bridge of her nose between her right index and thumb for a second before taking a deep breath and gesturing for Alma to start walking towards the hatch that would eventually lead them to the debriefing.
Alma maintained her composure, offered no additional comments, and simply started walking as asked.
“So, debrief, shower and chow?” Nilke asked a few minutes later as soon as they went down a passageway, having calmed down somewhat.
“Yep. After the shower part, you’re on your own though.”
Nilke’s eyes opened wide in surprise for a split second before a frown creased her features once more.
“What the hell?”
“I have orders.”
Thoroughly confused, Nilke racked her brain for information on any orders requiring them to report someplace other than the debriefing that would start in a few minutes.
“…don’t tell me I missed a message on a triple-extra PT special session planned for tonight or something along the lines of that.”
“Nope. I have somewhere to report to after the debriefing.”
“You’re pulling my leg.”
“Nope.”
Right then and there, Nilke felt like punching the nearest bulkhead. She reigned in the impulse to grab ahold of her sister’s shoulder, force her to stop walking and volunteer just a tad bit more information on what she’d been ordered to do, but a quick check of the time on her PDA’s screen revealed that there just wasn’t any time to be spent.

ENS Baressa “Poacher” Chardona
(https://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k318/Arvannadarkblade/Avatars/femalepilot2.jpg)

Baressa was tired and hungry, the last day had pushed all of them aboard the Chaerilidae to their limits, but as she made her way to her friend's cabin. The moment that Zed had dismissed the class, the Meltran had slogged into the showers for a quick clean up after peeling off her flight suit. While she let the hot water spray down over her she was reminded of an old Terran saying about every cloud having a silver lining. The previous exercise from day before had seriously pissed her off and she had intended to write a detailed critic of what seemed a pointless exercise even for a No Win scenario.
Now she was frankly too tired and her stomach was grumbling so loudly that thought had long since been banished to the furthest reaches of the back of her mind.  Reaching the twin's cabin she knocked on thew hatch "Hey Red you in there?" she called thru the hatch.

ENS Nilke “Scarlet” Dalkarn
Hell hath no fury.

Nilke was sitting down on her bed by the time the knock came. Having spent most of the debriefing fuming over her sister’s Secret Squirrel and robot-esque antics, the red-haired pilot had chosen a quick retreat to their quarters after taking a much-needed shower in order to calm down a little before showing up at the mess hall.
As to be expected, her stomach’s growling could probably be heard all the way down to the keel by then.
“H..hey!” the red-haired pilot stuttered as she heard Baressa’s voice, feeling a pang of guilt over not messaging her earlier. “Come in, come in!”
A quick hop off the bed left Nilke standing up next to her bed, and the red-haired pilot soon began tugging on her t-shirt and shorts to smooth some of the wrinkles before Baressa stepped inside.

Ensign Baressa *Poacher* Chardon
(https://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k318/Arvannadarkblade/Avatars/femalepilot2.jpg)

Hearing the go ahead and keyed open the hatch then stepped in, offering a smile to Nilke "Hey there Red hows it going?" she asked perking up at the sight of her friend as she leaned back against the bulkhead next to the hatch. Running her hand thru her hair she left out a sigh "What a freakin day eh?"

Nilke
A quick hop off the bunk left Nilke standing up next to it, and the red-haired pilot soon began tugging on her t-shirt and running shorts to smooth some of the wrinkles on them before Baressa stepped inside. The fact that part of her wanted to make herself look a bit more presentable before Baressa’s eyes didn’t even register with Nilke.
 
Hearing the go ahead Baressa keyed open the hatch then stepped in, offering a smile to Nilke "Hey there Red how’s it going?" she asked perking up at the sight of her friend as she leaned back against the bulkhead next to the hatch. Running her hand thru her hair she left out a sigh "What a freakin’ day eh?"

Nilke offered a tired smile to her friend. “The price to pay for joining up with the first molecules sitting on the tip of the spear, I guess.”
All the drama can’t possibly be standard fare, though. she mentally added.
“Feel like sitting down and just lounging for a bit?”

"Sure." and strolling over to the opposite bunk and sat down "Though if my stomach growling start making passerby's think you have some manner of pet in here that s on you my friend." she joked, mostly but figured she could rein her belly in for a bit. Glancing about she noted something "So where is your Sister, not that I mind spending time alone with you, just used to seeing you two together nearly all of the time."

Nilke chuckled upon listening to her friend’s joke on her keeping a pet capable of munching upon its owner. Before she could offer an explanation on her reasoning behind wanting to keep away from the others for a bit however, the purple-haired pilot asked her as to her sister’s current whereabouts.

Nilke couldn’t keep her expression from darkening a little upon listening to that, but the anger faded away quickly, replaced by a look of exasperation as she sat down on her bunk again.
“Honestly? I don’t know B. Shortly after we landed, she told me she had orders to report to somewhere else[\i] after the debriefing. That’s all she told me. Kind of made me want to slap her with a bit of deck plating until she actually told me more, but we were short on time and I didn’t want to pull off a Tweak right in the middle of the passageway.” Mentioning the EWO’s episode with the barber made Nilke feel a bit guilty, as it brought back her sister’s harsh words on her not paying much attention to others’ feelings and all that... stuff.

“I wasn’t feeling super social after the debriefing, so I thought I’d spend a little time in here before heading to the mess hall.”

She winced a little before continuing. “I should’ve messaged you earlier.”

Baressa listened and nodded, she could guess who might have been wanting to see Nilke's twin but considering her sister's apparent mood was better left alone. "Well that happens with sisters, trust me I know, been a few times when I wanted to strangle mine, the little shit." smirking at the memory of the time she wrapped her up in a blankets then tied it off with a few belts then left her in a darkened basement for stealing some of her stuff.

"As for Tweak, been trying to pretend that and the stuff with Drone was a bad dream, that was just too unreal, not like we cut her hair or talked her into it right?"

The red-haired pilot didn't interpret Baressa's lack of input on her failure to meesage her as a good sign, thinking that she'd probably become upset over the lack of attention.

Stop this. Just. Stop. This is Baressa you're talking about, damnit.

Shutting the door closed on that particular train of thought before it got out of hand, Nilke turned her attention towards her friend's story on own her sister, nodding slightly. She couldn't help it but chuckle a bit a moment later as the mental image of the taller, purple-haired pilot strangling a girl that looked somewhat similar to Keiko came to mind. After all, pretty much anyone aboard ship would need a fire ladder to strangle Zeliha.

"Exactly my point." The red-haired pilot said with conviction upon listening to the part on Tweak's episode. "I mean, Tweak blows a gasket over our insane schedule or whatnot, snaps and we[\i] get the blame."

She let out a sigh. "Anyway, that's enough drama for one day. How was your flight?"
Title: Re: 2055.08.24 Tuesday
Post by: arvanna on February 26, 2019, 01:15:19 AM
Baressa *Poacher* Chardona
(https://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k318/Arvannadarkblade/Avatars/femalepilot2.jpg)

Red's question got her to chuckle softly "Being able to let loose on some drones was.....a nice release, along with actually having missiles for the exercise was a lovely thing...unlike that...other exercise." The sour memory of the previous scenario threatened to boil up but her fatigue helped to  keep it tapped down. "BY the way don't sweat not messaging me. I was likely already in the showers by the time you would have and so I wouldn't have been replying to it till I was walking this way.' she paused and an evil smirk slipped over her face "Course if you want to catch me in the shower I can bring my phone along with me? Though you might not want to do that around Mouse?" then started to giggle.
Title: Re: 2055.08.24 Tuesday
Post by: Zed on February 26, 2019, 05:10:43 AM
2055.08.24 Tuesday 12:45 GST/05:45 Local Time Tuesday Morning
Scorpii 18 System
Planet Buthridas
Training Carrier Chaerilidae
Deck 04 Mess Hall

Ensign Joseph “Knave” Hill
Deck 04 Mess Hall


Energy seemed to work its way back into his features, or perhaps stress was simply leaving them, and Ensign Hill’s natural flush returned as he handed Frost her tray.  Balance was restored for the red-head.  “I hope they have some Turtleraven sandwiches today…oh, I managed to pull that positioning overlap efficiency you wanted.  We managed to keep an 85% coverage overlap from each unit in a flight to the other three flights as a squadron.  Overall field was complete the whole time in spite of losses the Sphinxes took before we reinforced, and I managed to get one of the drone operators to tell me that they were happy with connectivity the whole time.”  Joseph blushed at the slipped mentioning of the drone pilot, his pale skin nearly matching his buzzed red hair in shade. 

“Damn...look, no Turtleraven until eighteen-hundred tomorrow.  The options are…oh hey, pasta, served every day from twelve hundred to fourteen hundred.  Hmmn.”  Knave’s attempt at distraction turned to genuine disappointment over the fair listed on the sign in front before skipping the pasta and moving on to the other entrée option in the pilot’s mess hall and placing a platter of grilled fish for his tray instead.  Protein rather than carbs was the sensible option after their day, afterall.

“So Frost…I mean I know we didn’t do poorly for executing standard inner sphere tactics…and we managed to get all the drones to the ships and they did their job, AND we only lost two of us Dragons to triple-A.”  Joseph kept filling his tray as he talked, noting the similarities and differences in his choices and Frost’s and filing them away later to decide which were based on taste and which were based on prudence and efficiency.  “I know technically that this was the first of this exercise for any of us, as it’s usually something standard you go through once on deployment, but it seems odd to me to push an exercise like this and then not have Commander Balley or Lieutenant Sinderman do more than issue the most basic of relays of orders.  There were no calls for discipline, no real chatter from them at all really.  Does it check with you that this was more an assessment rather than a drill?”

Ensign Hill sat back down at the table the group had started at.  “It stands to reason that they wouldn’t spend too much time on something we’ll drill on at our first assignments, so maybe they were just filling a check box?  Rainman, how’d Remora do?”
Title: Re: 2055.08.24 Tuesday
Post by: Zed on February 26, 2019, 05:11:22 AM
Ensign David “Rainman” Hutchinson
Deck 04 Mess Hall


David looked up from his own communicator and the message he’d just attached Jacob’s map to.  “Oh, well…Cee Em there got fried by a target drone that just shifted to berserk mode, as did Roth I think.  Tank got a little dazzled by the light show and got tagged sitting still, but you didn’t hear it from me.  We had it kinda easy really, just a bunch of half dumb-drones flailing about.”  Rainman looked down once more at his communicator.  “Hey, you said it was Ensign Skylark might be an alternative.” This last was said without much of a questioning inflective, half directed towards Knave as David hit “Send.”

==========
To: Ensign Keiko Skylark
Not a Remora Prank or virus I swear!
Attachment: map****size****


Hey, this is awkward but I heard you might be an alternative talent on board.   I can’t really explain it but I just can’t navigate enclosed spaces.  I get turned around without at least some kind of guidance system, and since there’s no easy compass heading, I thought I’d see if I could get my hands on a map with position tracking…but all I’ve been able to get so far is a map put together by someone else in my squad.  Think you can whip something up?  I just don’t have the computer expertise to figure it out in time for it to be useful here.  Name your price.

/Ensign David Hutchinson
 VT-17 Remora
==========
Title: Re: 2055.08.24 Tuesday
Post by: Zed on February 28, 2019, 08:15:17 PM
2055.08.24 Tuesday 11:30 GST/04:30 Local Time Tuesday Morning
Scorpii 18 System
Planet Buthridas
Training Carrier Chaerilidae
Deck CD02- Office of Lt. J. Sinderman


ENS Alma "Mouse" Dalkarn
In a quest to learn stronger kung-fu.

Clad in her duty uniform, Alma took a deep breath as she came to a stop before the door to LT Sinderman's office. The red-haired EWO fidgeted with her uniform's shirt for a moment, feeling the faint metallic taste of adrenaline in her tastebuds as she summoned the courage to push the small buzzer button mounted on the hatch's frame.
Kinda late to be getting cold feet, Alma. A small voice told her, the voice instantly recognizable as her sister's. Whatever she wants, you can deal with it.
Doing all she could to steel herself for the upcoming meeting, she thumbed the buzzer.

Twenty minutes earlier.

The shower worked wonders on Alma's battered self. Having finished washing her hair rather quickly -one of the many benefits to maintaning a helmet-friendly haircut-, the red-haired EWO stood unmoving under the steady stream of water droplets for a moment, luxuriating in the feeling that some of her exhaustion was actually getting washed away along with the grime and sweat she'd accumulated during the flight.
Most of all, the silence coming from the shower stall currently occupied by her sister felt a bit surreal. She knew that Nilke had been feeling amped-up upon landing, and Alma still felt the sting of guilt at not managing to share her sister's enthusiasm over the squadrons' -not to mention their own- performance throughout the exercise. Had Alma managed to join in, her twin most likely would've spent most of their time inside the locker room cracking jokes and sharing her opinion on the fleet's exercise.
You could've chosen not to make a big deal and just told her outright, you know?  Alma thought, biting down gently on her lower lip as she cut off the water flow.  Still, the red-haired EWO knew that telling her sister about her meeting with Faye would've been a bad idea. The instructor's behaviour during the party a few days earlier -she had plied Baressa and Nilke with enough booze to sink the average cruise liner- plus her antics while racing the Captain back at the pool the following day had made the red-haired EWO feel wary of the Lieutenant.

She had a nagging suspicion that Nilke wouldn't approve of her meeting Faye alone, most likely deeming that the Lieutenant's offer wasn't on the level.
It probably isn't, but it's not like I have plenty of options available. Plus, Nilke'd tell me to just trudge along until I get over my feelings for Lance anyway, and that isn't working. The red-haired EWO told herself as she reached for a towel, drying herself off thoroughly before making her way to the locker area. The sounds of a running shower and the small wisps of steam coming from the stall Nilke was occupying told Alma that her sister wasn't about done with her shower.
I won't sacrifice her career over my infatuation with Lance, and whatever she has in mind has the potential to help me move on.
Alma then proceeded to get dressed, mostly on autopilot.
You can do this.




Lieutenant Jezebel “Faye” Sinderman
(https://forum.macrossrpg.org/avatars/Meltrans/MacrossFayeAvatar2.JPG)

Faye schooled her features into a look of reluctant disappointment at the sound of her office door buzzer and tapped the desktop button to open the door and rested her elbows on top, fingers laced except for her pointers which were pressed to her lips.  Alma’s first look of her superior officer showed the blue haired beauty appraising Alma not unkindly, though with intense focus.  With a resigned tone of voice, Faye addressed Alma, “Well Ensign Dalkarn, you being here means you’re perceptive enough to see how precarious your footing has become.  There’s hope for you yet.”  The drawn out assessment ended with a lilt of amusement and approval.  Faye never broke eye contact as she sat back in her chair, her tight service uniform highlighting everything desirable about her body.

“As your superior it is my duty to you to be intimately familiar with you…your file…and everything in relation.  Do you know what it means to be familiar with Alma Dalkarn?”  The approval in Faye’s voice seemed to break as she responded to her own question.  “The obvious answer is to look first at your twin.  And that’s the problem, isn’t it?  Your sister is holding you back.”  She paused a moment, as if reluctant to add, “In fact, if not for you, she wouldn't be here...and you're barely holding on, aren't you? It's the curse of EWOs to be portered on the shoulders of something so animal as a pilot, and you have the unique curse of your palanquin being carried by a pilot more base than most, one who shares your blood.  So enraptured by the crude application of their physical selves as to believe their skills are the most essential at play…perhaps that lack of refinement is in the genes? Whatever the case, I know you're trying, afterall, you’ve made it this far."  There was sympathy and a touch of annoyance in Lt. Sinderman’s words, though over what was for Alma to decide.  The words hung in the silence between them as Faye looked Alma from head to toe several times before smiling.

“You’re not without talent, little Mouse, but I don’t think you have it in you to overcome your sister’s deficiencies on your own.  But…I’m not the aloof Meltran beauty everyone thinks I am; You know if I take special interest in you there will be many objections. A shining light like myself attracts a lot of attention...can you be discreet?"  Jezebel brought her finger to her lips in a shushing gesture and gave Alma her most mischievous and promise filled smile behind it, a blue curl dropping alluringly across her eye.

(https://forum.macrossrpg.org/avatars/Meltrans/MacrossFayeAvatar1.JPG)


ENS Alma "Mouse" Dalkarn
Upon listening to the door's mechanisms cycle open, the red-haired EWO stepped into Faye's office and walked inside, coming to a stop a few feet away from the desk. As dictated by military tradition, Alma stood at attention and kept her gaze fixated on the section of bulkhead above the lieutenant's head as the latter began talking.
The mental preparations Alma'd made prior to meeting Faye managed to weather the first few sentences just fine, but the red-haired EWO quickly found herself trying to keep her mounting anger and annoyance from showing anywhere on her person as Faye started taking some cheap shots at her sister and pilots in general. As an EWO, she'd never deemed her job to be more important than that of her pilot. After all, the crew had to stay alive for the EWO in order to get the job done in the first place as far as she was concerned.
A few retorts came to mind right then and there, focused mostly on the lieutenant's apparent inability to make up her mind in regards to who exactly was it that was holding the Dalkarn sisters back, either pilot or EWO. Faye's impromptu speech back at the pool had Alma as the one stuck, with her sister managing to 'find her way'. Still, that train of thought didn't keep a small voice from speaking up from the far recess of her mind.

You think she couldn't be more wrong, huh? Tell me something then. Who has spent the last few years doing all she can to keep her sister from getting into trouble?

That, along with the knowledge that she did need outside help at overcoming her crush on Lance, was enough to make the anger and annoyance leak out of her rather quickly.

You'd better tread lightly.


The red-haired EWO's gaze moved down from the bulkhead to look at the lieutenant's face.

"I can be discreet, ma'am."



Lieutenant Jezebel “Faye” Sinderman
(https://forum.macrossrpg.org/avatars/Meltrans/MacrossFayeAvatar2.JPG)

Faye’s laugh was like music in response.  “Please, if I’m going to be as involved in refining you as you need, you deserve to call me something more intimate.  Miss Jez will do when it’s just you and I, Alma.  Now, sit, and we’ll see what you can work on before I call on you next, shall we?  Tell me, since improving or removing your sister from the equation seems to be impossible, and your loyalty to her is completely undeserved but very beautiful, what is it that we can cut from you to find that first facet of your inner gem?  I have notes but I think you need to say it out loud to someone who cares about you.”


ENS Alma "Mouse" Dalkarn


Alma smiled nervously upon listening to Faye's laughter, unsure as to what the addition of the 'MIss' before the lieutenant's nickname meant, or what would it entail. That train of thought however, ran off the tracks shortly afterwards upon listening to Faye telling her that she was to say Lance's name out loud, a few seconds later.
Her earlier thoughts of treading lightly coming back with a vengeance, a somewhat paler-looking, red-haired EWO scanned the lieutenant's face for a moment, trying to figure out whether she could trust her or not. Wishing for an extra moment to think things through, Alma turned to  taking a seat on the chair sitting in front of Faye's desk.
Trying the same solution time and again while expecting a different result to the problem won't do, Alma.
"I... I... thi... no." Call it like it is. "I'm in love with Lieutenant Calleros, Miss Jez." She croaked. "...and I want it to stop."


Lieutenant Jezebel “Faye” Sinderman
(https://forum.macrossrpg.org/avatars/Meltrans/MacrossFayeAvatar2.JPG)

Faye kept an even expression and tone as she replied to Alma, “Good girl.  But how do you even know its love that you’re feeling for the boy?  I admit that he is pretty, for a human, and that alone makes him different and interesting.  Far be it from me to criticize playing with a human…but it can never go anywhere.  And if it can never go anywhere, is it really love?  If all you want is to be played with…valued…well…to be a toy…there are other ways to get yourself off that are less career ending.  You just need to find someone to play with you I think…take your mind off the shiny human…”  Jezebel rose slowly from her chair, circled her desk, and sat herself across Alma’s lap.  “Who knows?” Faye’s breath was hot against Alma’s skin as she leaned in to whisper in her ear, “if you play with the right person, they might just want to keep you.”  Faye rose up from Alma’s lap, drawing her middle finger across Alma’s shoulder, up her neck and along her jaw to the tip of her chin, her perfume worming its way into Alma’s breaths.

Faye sat back on the edge of her desk, her knee high boots and tight uniform pants showing off her legs to dramatic effect as she leaned coyly forward.  “I know it can be hard on a ship this small…” Faye stretched herself back on her desk, both hands propping herself up.  “I certainly don’t have anyone to keep away the more animal needs I have…and I’m not as free as you are to find someone you know…”  Faye looked down a soft moment before looking past her brow up to meet Alma’s eyes.  “Maybe…maybe you could be the little Mouse that helps this Lioness?”


ENS Alma "Mouse" Dalkarn


Alma sat in silence as Faye questioned her crush on Lance, feeling her spirits plummet oncemore upon listening that a relationship with him wouldn't be allowed to go anywhere. It wasn't the first time she'd heard that particular tune, and the thought of their society's ridiculous stance on inter-species relationships brought the memory of Zeliha's impromptu visit to the Dalkarns' quarters a few days earlier to mind. Still, the red-haired EWO let that tidbit truly sink all the way down to what she hoped would be rock bottom, razor-sharp barbs and all.


The red-haired EWO couldn't keep one of her eyebrows from shooting up slightly a moment later upon listening to Faye's proposal for her to find someone to play with in order to keep herself from having any more silly thoughts on Lance. Before Alma could get started on thinking that through, or even reflect on the fact that she had virtually zero experience when it came to anything even remotely close to that sort of 'play' however, the lieutenant made her way around the desk and sat down across her lap.


The skin on the back of Alma's neck broke into goosebumps as Faye whispered in her ear, and the rest of the skin on the red-haired EWO's face soon determined that it wouldn't be outmached, making her blush furiously as Faye's fingertips danced across her shoulder and face. The smell of her perfume left Alma feeling strangely tingly as the lieutenant stood up and made a quick retreat to sit down again, on the edge of her desk.


The younger Dalkarn sibling listened attentively as Faye continued to speak, taking note of the decidedly suggestive pose adopted by the lieutenant as she made her plea for Alma to help her.  Truth be told, not being at liberty at choosing whatever partner the lieutenant wanted to have sex with didn't strike Alma as much of an issue, but if it helped both Faye and Alma steer clear of her feelings for Lance, she was all up for it.


A symbiotic relationship of sorts, maybe?



"I will help you, Miss Jez." Alma said before her face turned crimson again. "If you'll teach me."

Title: Re: 2055.08.24 Tuesday
Post by: Harven on March 05, 2019, 12:14:07 AM
Jacob "CM" Medley
Food coma in 3...2...1
Mess Hall

"Yeah that is the braver than I wingman that I had mentioned," Jacob responds to the pair ahead of them as he waits in line. Once Kiera and Joseph have their trays he just steps up and gets some pasta with a bit of extra sauce to it and a couple slices of bread. He glances to Rainman as he types out his message and he gives a smile and nudges the man, "Rainman you should eat too...," but he turns away from the other pilot to add a couple drinks to his tray and then he steps away from the food line.

He walks back to the table where they had been and settles into a chair and begins to shift so he can lean over his food. While he eats he gets out his tablet again and sets it on the table and goes to pull up some other things that such a device should not have. With a glance around to make sure no one can look over his shoulder he begins to see if his virtual nemesis has been active. Of course anyone getting close my chance hearing him go very softly, "Here kitty kitty kitty...,"
Title: Re: 2055.08.24 Tuesday
Post by: Mr.F on March 05, 2019, 03:49:33 PM
Kiera "Tart" Frost
Deck 04 Mess Hall


Kiera followed Knave down the lunch line, nodding at his comments about the food as picked out her own items. Fish over pasta for sure.

<...> There were no calls for discipline, no real chatter from them at all really.  Does it check with you that this was more an assessment rather than a drill?

"Yeah that checks out. Probably a bit of both?" She replied to Knave, sitting down at the table across from him. "Bit of a dress rehersal for the seniors too, while simultaneously getting a good read on us newbies?". As she got started on her food she kept most of her attention on the conversation and the question Knave had put forth to Rainman.

Title: Re: 2055.08.24 Tuesday
Post by: Azazel on March 06, 2019, 08:50:20 PM
OOC: A joint post by Arvanna and yours truly. Enjoy. ^_^

BIC:
A smile tugged the ends of Nilke's lips upwards oncemore as Baressa shared her thoughts on the latest exercise. Laying back slightly on her bunk, the red-haired pilot used both her arms and elbows to prop herself up in a more comfortable position. The shower from earlier hadn't fully managed to get rid of the aftereffects of the SERE-esque training session plus sitting down on an ejection seat for several hours straight. As she listened, Nilke felt a slight sting of jealousy at the freedom her one-seater colleagues'd been afforded during the fictional raid, engaging a sky full of bogies most of the time while the EWOs worked their magic at playing interference for the fleet.

Still, she'd managed to get some fictional bandit kills of her own when the orders came for the twin-seaters to help mop up the enemy, so Nilke wasn't about to start complaining about it.

Baressa then changed topics, telling the red-haired pilot that she'd take her phone into the shower stall with her so she could message Nilke next time around. The red-haired pilot chuckled at the remark, and a bit of redness appeared on her cheeks as the mental image of her purple-haired friend -sans clothing, of course- came to mind.

Ignoring the bit about her sister, as the red-haired pilot quickly decided not to let anything Alma-related spoil her mood, she spoke again.

"I'd sure like to catch you in the shower B. No point in either of us having a phone right that moment, though."

Nilke felt a pleasurable warmth spreading throughout her body as she looked at her decidedly attractive looking friend, and it had her bite down slightly on her lower lip.

Offering Baressa a mischievous smile of her own. “Care for an encore of the observation deck?”

Baressa arched an eyebrow at her friend sprawled upon the bunk, she'd been trying to be careful about assuming too much from that moment on the observation deck. She really liked Nilke, a lot and hadn't wanted to risk overstepping things by, well moving too fast, Hell they'd only been on the ship and actually aware of the mutual attraction for a couple of days. However in light of this rather... open invitation she couldn't deny that her hunger for some food was taking a backseat to, other appetites.

"Let me see?" Baressa murmured coyly tapping her finger on her chin before making her way across the cabin, crawling on to the bunk to straddle atop Nilke. Eye to eye "Did you mean an encore of this?" and leaned in to kiss her.

Some time later

Both pilots walked down Chaerilidae's passageways, headed towards the mess hall and the glorious food to be found within. Poacher had a visible spring to her step and quite a content smile on her face. "So I opened up the door and there was my Little Sister hugging a body pillow she'd made out of a centerfold of Lance." telling her story as they walked "I tell you the expression on her face was priceless and if only I had my camera with me??!!"

A decidedly pleased-looking Nilke -the broad grin plastered on her face was a dead giveaway-, walked down the passageway alongside Baressa. She couldn't keep herself from laughing out loud at her story, wincing inwardly a moment later as the thought of how she'd ousted Lance's little secret popped into her mind. While she'd apologized already, she knew how big a deal it was to the blond-haired pilot.

I'll ask dad to mail me a few boxes of strawberry pocky. That'll help.

A moment's pause ensued. I sure hope so, anyways.

Taking a mental note of it, Nilke turned her full attention back to Baressa. The red-haired pilot chose not to regale her friend with a story on Alma's youthful crushes -she still didn't want to think about her sister at the moment- but settled on sharing something that just felt right somehow.

"I really like it when you tell me stories about your family, B. I'd sure like to spend some time with them at some point."

Thinking back to Baressa's request in regards to taking things slowly, Nilke quickly spoke up again. "Whenever you feel like it, that is." She said, the slightest hint of red showing in her cheeks as she scratched the back of her head for a moment.

Yep. You definitely suck at the 'taking things slow' department. she thought.

"I think you'd get along well with my folks." Baressa replied. "Just be prepared to hear a ton of stories about back when they were still on active duty. I keep expecting to read about Mom stealing an old Rau power armor out of a flight museum and taking it for a flight just for giggles." Reaching the hatch to the mess hall she stepped through and glanced about to see who was already there before making a beeline to the serving line.

She spent a few moments to take in what was to be had before starting to load up her tray "Dad's a bit more laid back but he's hinted at wanting to get a look at my VF to see how it stacks up against his old ride?"

Picking up a tray from the pile at the beginning of the line, Nilke eyed the day's offerings, chuckling a little upon listening to Baressa's comment on her dad's hidden agenda of sorts.

A quick glance at their surroundings revealed a few familiar faces , and any waves or acknowledgements directed at her would've resulted in a friendly nod from the red-haired pilot as she followed Baressa towards the glorious sight -and smells- of warm food.

"Your parents sure sound like fun." The red-haired pilot said admiringly, thinking that while she could picture her mom boosting a Q-Rau from a museum, there'd be no giggling involved, only smoking craters and bullet-ridden things for someone to haul off sometime after the theft took place. "Well, I'd say that my dad wouldn't hop back into a cockpit. Not for a million credits."

A large helping of fish and pasta made their way unto her tray as she continued to talk.

"I mean... I think my dad would've re-enlisted if things got bad enough for us, but as a last-resort kind of thing."
Title: Re: 2055.08.24 Tuesday
Post by: Mr.F on March 11, 2019, 02:49:09 PM
Ruth “Drone” Rigga
Mess hall


Ruth sat staring out in space, lost in her own thoughts without really thinking about anything, the exhaustion from both the troubles with her EWO and the Chaerilidae shedule taking their toll. She finally shook herself back to reality as the smells of food reached her. Looking around the hall she noticed more of her squadmates had arrived, but not yet the ones she wanted to... No wait! Wasn't that them in the food line? Yeah no mistaking that purple and red combo. Pushing up from her seat Ruth steeled herself for the uncomfortable task of having to offer an apology as she moved to join the queue, a few people behind Poacher and Scarlet. She needed to eat, so she picked some food for herself, hoping to be able to catch the two weirdos weirdos perhaps, but not bullies after the queue.

Soon as she cleared the queue Ruth hurried to intercept Baressa and Nilke, hopefully before they had time to join the other squadmates, interjecting a "Hey, we need to... uh... can we talk?"
Title: Re: 2055.08.24 Tuesday
Post by: arvanna on March 11, 2019, 07:57:51 PM
"Hey, we need to... uh... can we talk?"

Ens. Baressa *Poacher*  Chardona

 Chuckling at Nilke's reply she was just turning away from the serving line when the last person she expected to see, let alone wanted to run into called out as she approached. Despite that she did note a decided lack of Drone's typical hostility so against her better judgement B took a small breath then fully turned to look at Drone with a neutral expression and nodded "Okay...what do you want to talk about..and can we do it while we eat?"
Title: Re: 2055.08.24 Tuesday
Post by: Lance on March 12, 2019, 11:26:12 AM
Lieutenant Junior Grade Lance "Janus" Callaeros
Golf Zeero Wun
Need a moment?  Grab a snickers.
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/NightLance/001100.jpg)

Lance paused at the question, he recalled having a similar conversation with Lieutenant Frost, perhaps he'd need to talk to her again, it was clear out of the JGs he and her seemed to be the most level-headed and least likely to bite off people's heads just because what pilots thought was 'good' was being flipped on it's ass courtesy of the higher standards that Cassel had here.  He paused for a moment and folded his arms almost adopting a classic thinking stance that'd look good on a romance novel or the front of a magazine....he certainly had the looks for that.

"I think it's a mixture of pride being snapped by the higher standards here as well as the shock of not being the best now," Lance commented before he held up a hand to waist level.  "Back in the academy yes things had demands but it was clear which of the students were the most talented, be it natural skill from pilots with naturally good reflexes, or students who were academic dogs, or your hard-workers that kept on pushing things to earn their keep.  Either way regardless everyone here was comfortable being in the top percentile of what the Three Spheres needs, that we knew any squadron assignment we would have gotten we would have fast-tracked to flight lead, and then easily gotten an ace status somewhere along the way."

"I think it's a deliberate crucible by Cassel, him basically throwing down the gauntlet saying 'you're good but I want you better'.   All of us will shape up here and we'll adjust, Cassel wouldn't have let us step foot here if we weren't the top percentage of the academy graduates for one reason or another.  Few people are looking at it long-term though, pilots are naturally competitive and suddenly being told your best isn't good enough chaffs people the wrong way.  So people are going to be stressed and snippy until Chaer routine becomes routine to us.  I planned on talking with Lieutenant Enquiry as we as Lieutenant JG Frost on possible ways to try and head-off the stress before pilot pride causes people to do things in the heat of the moment..." Lance admitted now as he instantly flashed back to what Nilke had done...And it needs done sooner then later. He thought to himself idly.  He paused realizing he had done the rambling and then rubbed the back of his head.

"Sorry guess I've been analyzing this more then I thought," he admitted sheepishly realizing he had yapped a good bit before heading out into a hall with Jenny and paused at a machine getting a canned tea for himself, a cold drink after an unwind from range shooting always put him in a better mood.
Title: Re: 2055.08.24 Tuesday
Post by: Lance on March 12, 2019, 12:04:33 PM
Ensign Keiko "Fluff" Skylark
What code monkey was allowed near this code?
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/NightLance/17001101-1.png)

Quote
"Ensign, the role of a soldier is to kill and to die for others convictions. In your case, with the defence force of the three spheres it would mean killing and dying for those traditions, that culture and those prejudices you wanted to run away from. If war came here, you would have traded escape from distasteful words for blood and death in defence of the culture that nurtured them." Mjuiri's fingers absentmindedly traced the line where her left leg had once been severed. "Sometimes, the only merit that matters is being alive when everyone else is not. I hear it can take you all the way to Major..." the earlier frown and slightly annoyed almost hostile expression had vanished, and she finished with a surprisingly mirthful smile contrasting both her blank eyes and the fairly morbid... joke?

She blinked and shook her head rapidly and then held up her hands in a panic.

"I didn't mean it like that I just...." she groaned for a moment and then tried to think of the best way to word it.  "Here in the military despite me being a halfer I'm recognized for my merits, I don't get instantly discredited just because I'm of mixed birth...." she said gently now as she tapped her finger against the rim of the can and then made a gesture in the direction of just well an out there.

"Out there I'm a half-blood, I'm everything that the culture doesn't want to exist, I've lost an internship that should have been mine being the highest merited student but because someone didn't want a halfer to win it, they fudged the results.  At least here if something like that ever happened I can report it to the proper channels and fight it out with regulations and ironclad rules on my side..." Keiko said with a frown as she rubbed the back of her head.

"I'm here because it's my best chance to make something of myself outside of jest a self-employed option where I can just hide in the unknowns of the internet where I'm just known for an online avatar and my whiz skills at coding and hacki-...."  Her PDA buzzed again.  She swore to the ever-living primevils if this was a surprise training she was going to hack Pocky's locker and turn it into a damn advertisement, complete with order area for people to order the shit!  Actually that wasn't a bad idea....maybe not the order thing....but the first part sounded great....

She blinked though and UGHED at the slapdash monkey thrown drek that was sent her way.

"One moment, I need to fix a Code Monkey's work...." she slipped on a blue-tooth earpiece and then got out a small device.  Wireframe keyboard appearing on the surface of the metal lift that her and the Major were sitting on.

=======

To :: Ensign David Hutchinson
From :: Keiko "Fluff" Skylark
Title :: Kei-Ko to the ressss-cueeee~ 

OOC :: Just get the old HQ commercial jingle stuck in your head now.

Rather then a message a squishy kitten avatar rolled in as what appeared to be a fluffy ball with ears and adorable blue eyes.  Then a little kitty tail.

"Oh my god I would get lost to if I let some slap-dash code without using the ship's heading as a compass...." the avatar explained before it ATE the map and crunched it and then a little 'DELETED' text bubble would appear.  "Now let's see, use the ship's heading as an always North Compass taking advantage of the onboard ship network....." there was pieces of code literally being put together almost like a jigsaw puzzle.  "A color-coded map with the ability to set flags on important areas for you...." a much more detailed model appearing as the Kitty Avatar struggled and pulled out a file which was forcefully uploaded to David's PDA.

No horrid Code-Monkey standards here, no sir!

"And musn't forget a route to area.  You can just type the name or number of the room in question and you can use it as a route from wherever you are on the ship thanks to the ship's network design, I love carriers for that reason, there pretty much isn't a dead-zone anywhere on ship.  Works great when hungover, or in total zombie mode courtesy of the EVIL BEYOND EVIL that is Pocky's training course...."

BAM a much more pretty map combined with little fireworks shooting off from the avatar as BETTER THEN CODE MONKEY'S slap-dash code was now saved and optimized for the PDA hardware that everyone here used.

"If you have any errors lemme know bye bye~" The kitty avatar waved excitedly on screen before it exploded into PINK CONFETTI which vanished, the end result though?  A much better looking and completely Keiko approved to not get HER LOST map.

=====

Coughed realizing that Mjuiri could probably hear the fact that Keiko had been voicing the avatar as she took off the ear-piece and turned off the grid keyboard before putting them away, Keiko scratching her cheek now.

"Sorry, had to fix some slap-dash code, lazy coding is like a primal sin....like interrupting nap times....or skipping dessert..." she murmured now as speaking of food her stomach growled ferociously.

"And my stomach agrees there...I need something more in me then coffee and a slice of cake.  I.....appreciate this conversation Commander..." she said gently now giving a warmer smile now.  "Lunch?"
Title: Re: 2055.08.24 Tuesday
Post by: Azazel on March 14, 2019, 03:05:28 PM
ENS Nilke “Scarlet” Dalkarn
Knight on a white... VF?

Armed with a tray full of glorious, glorious food, the red-haired pilot made no attempt at hiding her annoyance upon listening to Drone calling out to them, the smile on Nilke's face quickly evaporating. The not-so-veiled threat that'd followed Tweak's barber misadventure -mostly aimed at none other than Baressa- came to mind without much prompting on the red-haired pilot's part and, coupled with the memory of Drone flipping the finger at her friend shortly afterwards, made Nilke's temper flare. Badly.

Failing to take note of the lack of anger in Drone's voice as she'd called out nor her body language as she made her way to them a moment later, fully expecting another round of angry yapping from her fellow pilot to ensue before long, Nilke tensed up. Her body readied itself to try its level best at wrapping the metal-made tray around Drone's skull.

Still, a glance at Baressa revealed her friend taking a breath prior to turning to look at the shorter pilot. It made Nilke arch an eyebrow, and Baressa's calm attitude proved enough for her to take a step back and not let anger take over. Not yet anyway.

"Let's go find an empty table and listen to whatever Drone wants, B." She said, not waiting for Drone to reply either on the topic or place of the upcoming conversation.

She turned to look at Drone pointedly before speaking anew. "Freaks gotta eat."
Title: Re: 2055.08.24 Tuesday
Post by: Mr.F on March 16, 2019, 10:14:40 AM
Ruth "Drone" Rigga
Mess hall


"Okay...what do you want to talk about..and can we do it while we eat?"

Ruth nodded in affirmation, but before she could add words to that Scarlett added a sharp "Freaks gotta eat" to which Ruth simply shrugged biting back the retort that wanted to form and instead gestured towards an empty table a bit off to the side where they should be able to talk in relative privacy.

Sitting down at the table Ruth poked her food, sampling a bit of it as she waited for the other two pilots to settle in. She waited until both pilots looked at her expectantly, before taking a deep breath and speaking up. "I appear to have made a mistake. You are not bullies." Just freaks "Tweak says it wasn't you who did it to her. So I apologise for accusing you." But you could have fuckin said something! The angry thought suppressed to just a twitch of her eye. She paused for a second before continuing. "Twitch still won't tell me WHO did it though. Do... do you two know anything?" Her voice pending between angry and pleading with an ever present overtone of exhaustion.
Title: Re: 2055.08.24 Tuesday
Post by: arvanna on March 16, 2019, 12:50:53 PM
Baressa *Poacher* Chardona

Taking her own seat at the table Baressa busied herself tearing into her chicken Alfredo and pasta while she waited on Drone's question. Chewing she couldn't keep a blissful expression creep over her face, damn this was delicious and the taste was settling her angry stomach by the second.

While she ate she called up the incident then set down her fork to look over at Drone "I think she did it herself Drone. When Red and I passed by the barber shop there was just her and the Barber in there and all I did was say the new cut looked good on her. She didn't act as if she'd been forced to get it cut or that she was, well unhappy with it. Why? Did she say someone forced her?"
Title: Re: 2055.08.24 Tuesday
Post by: Harven on March 16, 2019, 02:30:44 PM
Jacob "CM" Medley
Bedroom Eyes
Mess Hall to Transition

With no kitty to be found right now, Jacob closes down his tablet and he peeks his head up taking a look around. He smiles seeing other pilots have gathered and he takes note of the trio off for what looks like a serious talk. He leans back into his seat and then finishes his drink while he gathers up the detrius from his lunch. He takes his things to the recycler and disposes of them and then turns to make his way out.

As he passes the table where Frost and her wingman sit he just raises his hand in a 'See ya around.' gesture and he makes for the way out. From there he starts to wander on autopilot back to his quarters, a yawn stifled as he goes, "Can't requisition sleep...," he mocks to no one in particular.
Title: Re: 2055.08.24 Tuesday
Post by: Crimson Reaver on March 17, 2019, 09:54:45 PM
Ensign Jennifer "Pillow" Adrasteia

(https://thumbs2.imgbox.com/23/eb/8jhC6PBN_t.png)

"Sorry guess I've been analyzing this more then I thought"

That doesn't surprise me Jenny thought to herself From what I've seen so far, you're not just a pretty face.

She took the opportunity to fill her water bottle whilst Lance used the vending machine.

I wasn't expecting him to be so upfront about things. Does he think I've asked because of something to do with Keiko and he trying to reassure me that it's being covered? But if that's the case, why didn't he just say?

"I appreciate the honesty Lieutenant, where I come from you get used to it and then in this rarefied atmosphere you tend to get people who don't shoot straight like you do, in either sense of the word!" She responded with a grin.

She'd not really expected to end up in a situation where she felt responsible for her RIO's safety both in and out of the cockpit and she was still very much trying to work out whether she'd do that better by physical threat or trying to build bridges. She'd made sure to challenge a few of the other crew in the gym, so that everyone had an idea of her current deadlift. She hoped that would focus a few minds if they were ever intending to cause her trouble. However she knew full well that you couldn't have that as your go to strategy. Cassel might let you get away with some brig time for giving someone a black eye, but probably only the once. Noting that Lance seemed in better spirits, she kept the tone light and added.

"So, hope I'm not one of the topics for discussion, I'd rather be known for my soft and fluffy demeanor!"

Pillow! Seriously, that's the best hazing they could come up with, really!
Title: Re: 2055.08.24 Tuesday
Post by: Mr.F on March 18, 2019, 03:06:13 PM
Mjuiri "Void" Kavryn
Maintenance hangar area


Mjuiri listened to Keiko hurriedly clarifying what she meant while mostly gazing out over the hangar area and only occasionally glancing at Keiko through the corner of her eyes. The Zolan had folded one leg up as if going to sit cross legged, but the other leg still kept down the side of the lift they where sitting on. One hand rested on the leg she had pulled up.

<...> outside of jest a self-employed option where I can just hide in the unknowns of the internet where I'm just known for an online avatar and my whiz skills at coding and hacki-....

Mjuiri made a sound that was probably a short laugh of sorts, half mumbling "That doesn't sound bad at all..." in reply. Whether or not the pink haired student beside her took notice or not was hard to tell. She did seem rather busy with checking her PDA.

"One moment, I need to fix a Code Monkey's work...."

This got one ear raised from Mjuiri, soon followed by slightly more curious glances at what was happening on that PDA of Keiko's. Her eyes remained as expressionless as ever, but anyone paying enough attention could use the ear movements alone to deduce her piqued interest.

"Sorry <...>"
Mjuiri just waved dismissively and grimaced slightly at the apology, but smiled and nodded at the mention of appreciating the conversation. The mention of lunch did cause both ears to perk up, and she quickly checked her time piece to verify that yes, food could in fact be had now. "Yes! Definitely food!" came the surprisingly enthusiastic response, hinting that the instructors probably also had pretty packed schedules.
Title: Re: 2055.08.24 Tuesday
Post by: Lance on March 19, 2019, 02:26:45 PM
Lieutenant Junior Grade Lance "Janus" Callaeros
Golf Zeero Wun
Why can't the Dalkarns remind him of a fluffy pillow right now?
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/NightLance/001100.jpg)

Listening to her responses Lance was starting to piece together that she had her own concerns on the matter.  He gave an amused look at the situation as he could tell the shoot straight comment was directed at the sudden lesbian surprises that had shown up almost overnight on Chaer it felt like.  He took a sip of the tea again as he headed in the direction of the cafeteria with Jenny if she chose to follow.  Lance having cleared his head needed a good bite of food.

"Nah, you're just a fluffy pillow of good and honest attitude Jenny," he said sweetly taking a jab at her callsign.  "If anything I think we need more cooler heads like you, it would make my role as a JG just nothing more then extra paperwork then," he added with a faint smile now as he needed food now.  The range had helped greatly as Lance stepped into the mess with her spotting Poacher, Scarlet, Frost, Knave, Drone.  A solid assortment, though he could taste some of the tension as he grabbed a tray and began loading it with fish, a little pasta, and some of the fruits preferring more higher calorie offerings here.  He did get his coffee as well.

Don't let the small height fool you, Lance could out-eat a lot of people, if anyone saw his training at the gym it was understandable.  He did take a seat on the other side of Nilke and gave her a light elbow a kind of light....'We Chill?' silent question.
Title: Re: 2055.08.24 Tuesday
Post by: Lance on March 19, 2019, 02:41:16 PM
Ensign Keiko "Fluff" Skylark
ONWARDS TO CARBOTOPOLIS!
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/NightLance/17001101-1.png)

She was surprised at the enthusiastic response from Mjuiri but brightened just a hint and gave her own happy Keiko approved, this girl belongs in an anime, smile right back at the zolan now.  Keiko nodding as she hopped off the lift and grabbed the trash before heading with Mjuiri to the cafeteria, foooooood, yessss, we needs it!  Keiko was definitely in better spirits from the conversation as she moved almost with a little bit of a bounce to her step. The girl really did wear her heart on her sleeves and it was clear something had triggered her worries.

Once the cafeteria destination was arrived to?  BRUNCH PLATE!  Waffles, delicious and lovely waffles that were BURIED in syrup, butter, and powdered sugar.  Ooooo was that scrambled eggs?  Yes please which Keiko added more cheese to it yes melted gooey cheese goodness.  A couple hashbrowns with those awesome onions in them, seriously those were delicious.  GASP!  There was still a fruit parfait!  Happy Keiko!  Add that to her tray, some bacon, some sausage, no less then two kinds of juice, and one strawberry milk.    Is what she wanted but....

CARBOTOPOLIS IS A LIE! ;-;

Yes sweet innocent Keiko was betrayed!  And now initiate full SULK KEIKO MODE!  Stupid fish, stupid pasta, stupid fruit, and there wasn't even a strawberry milk anywhere!  How is a girl supposed to get her carbs if there is no carb options!  She was going to go get a case of instant ramen smuggled in for this betrayal of trust the military had on her stomach!

She joined the table where the crowd seemed to be growing and sat her PDA on the table.  Buzz buzz...hmm?  She glanced at a private alert on it.  Tch...Code Monkey was nosing around again...maybe she should hack his alarm for giggles....nahhh to mean spirited....oh oh wait, what if she changed his alarm preference and put in a sound bite instead!  Yessss brilliant Keiko!
Title: Re: 2055.08.24 Tuesday
Post by: Azazel on March 19, 2019, 03:19:19 PM
OOC: This post is meant to take place before Lance and Keiko make their way into the mess hall. :D

BIC:
ENS Nilke "Scarlet" Dalkarn
Hungry, hungry hip...pilot.

The red-haired pilot sat down next to Baressa at the table Drone directed them to, setting the tray down before her. It wasn't long before she picked up the spork sitting next to the plates full of food, digging into her meal with a hungry soldier's gusto.

After all, if Drone's behaviour earned her a face full of tray within the near future, the red-haired pilot settled on not allowing all that mouth-watering food from going straight into the waste bin.

Her eyes fixed on Drone as she poked at her own meal, a moan nearly escaped Nilke's lips as her stomach took note of the presence of food within. The red-haired pilot settled on taking a deep breath instead as her fellow pilot began talking.
Nilke couldn't help but arch one eyebrow upon listening to Drone's apology, not really expecting to hear anything along the lines of that, and turned to look at Baressa as she voiced a reply.

Interpreting Baressa's editing of past events as an attempt to protect Alma -her comment on Tweak out-butching Drone wouldn't have been well received either-, Nilke quickly decided to set things straight. She didn't know Drone very well, but she knew that she'd keep asking and probing around as she tried to figure out what'd made her EWO lose it. Keeping her from knowing that Alma'd been present at the time would most likely end in trouble down the line.

After all, she knew first hand just how attached pilots and EWOs were, a fact that her single-seater friend probably wasn't all that familiar with. 

"Just so you know, my sister was at the barber shop too." Nilke then set her spork down so she could point her index finger at Drone before continuing. "But... before you storm off out of here and try to track her down so you can start yelling and threatening her, which is something I would definitely advise you against doing, I can tell you for a fact that she doesn't know what made your EWO lose it."

A brief pause ensued as Nilke turned to taking a sip of her soda, giving herself some time to phrase what she wanted to say next without sharing any more information than absolutely necessary.

"For what it's worth, my sister did tell me that Tweak was wondering about what kissing a girl felt like, though."

Yay. Go diplomacy.
Title: Re: 2055.08.24 Tuesday
Post by: Mr.F on March 22, 2019, 10:35:18 AM
OOC: Also before the entrance of additonal company, as indicated by the GM.

BIC:
Ruth "Drone" Rigga
Mess hall


Ruth gave Poacher a sceptical look as she suggested Tweak had cut her own hair, voluntarily. That didn't seem like Jayla at all after all.

"Why? Did she say someone forced her?"

Ruth looked taken aback. "Well no... She doesn't say much at all. But come on, something like that... that isn't something normal people do to themselves just like that." she replied, shaking her head.

"Just so you know, my sister was at the barber shop too."

As Scarlet added that piece of information, Ruth's expression lighted up at the mention of a new lead, but soon as she leaned forward to get up Scarlet interjected with more information. Though really it was more assumptions on Ruth's behaviour rather than any worthwhile information. Still she did need to get at least some of her food down before going, so she decided to stay a while longer, taking another bite of her food.

"For what it's worth, my sister did tell me that Tweak was wondering about what kissing a girl felt like, though."

Ruth gave Scarlet a tired look. "Reeeeeaally? Come on, I'm trying to be serious here..."
Title: Re: 2055.08.24 Tuesday
Post by: Azazel on March 22, 2019, 02:18:29 PM
ENS Nilke "Scarlet" Dalkarn
Nobel Peace Prize Candidate 

Nilke rolled her eyes as Drone let her know in no uncertain terms that she thought her to be joking in regards to her EWO's apparent newly found interest.

The red-haired pilot shrugged as she set the can full of soda back on the tray. "Yes. Really." She stated flatly, her eyes fixed on Drone's. Part of her wanted to add something in regards to how she would've started singing praises about Drone's flying skills had she been in a joking mood, but Nilke settled on maintaining the diplomatic veneer that Baressa'd set earler on for their impromptu meeting of sorts.

"Just a tidbit I thought you'd like to know before the whole CSI routine gets you in trouble."
 
Picking up the spork sitting on her tray, Nilke went back to her food, glancing at Baressa as a second -and most likely final- assault on her pasta began.
Title: Re: 2055.08.24 Tuesday
Post by: arvanna on March 24, 2019, 11:21:38 PM
Ens Baressa *Poacher* Chardona

As she butters a biscuit she looks from Nilke to Ruth "Honestly she likely panicked when you flipped out on her for getting her hair cut after seeing you lose it earlier Drone."
Title: Re: 2055.08.24 Tuesday
Post by: knight on March 25, 2019, 08:13:48 AM
ENS Zeliha "Knight" Kragl
Ugly-sleep

She had been mostly asleep when her pilot decided to join her. Whatever. Zeliha had been back asleep within moments; ugly-sleep sort of asleep, complete with drooling and awkward positioning. It was amazing that she didn't have a crick in her neck nor sore muscles given the funky position she woke up in. She blinked several times, finally clearing the sleep from her eyes as she rubbed them. Lance had said something in Zentradi before he left, but she couldn't remember for the life of her what he had said.

A smirk crossed her lips, then a fit of giggles hit her. Hearty laughter replaced the giggles as she fell out of her bunk, landing with a thud and an "oof" that was quickly replaced by more laughter. She flailed at her desk, yanking at the cord charging her PDA which promptly jerked the device down onto her face with a smack. A grunt left Zeliha's lips, replaced by a smirk as she snatched up the PDA then began a message to Lance.

"Where'd you go," She spoke aloud as she composed the message, "Senpai? Kissy-face." She hammered her thumb down harder than she needed to onto the touch screen, "Send!" Zeliha was very proud of herself for remembering the human term senpai, and given how complex life had become with her pilot she thought it was apt to apply. Weren't there animated shows with similar premises?

The sort of melodramatics Lance was experiencing were supposed to only happen in movies and holo-dramas. Zeliha was understanding, but that didn't mean she wouldn't give her pilot a hard time. That was the cost of the close relationship she had with him; they were there for each other, but they were worse than siblings when it came to teasing. It was a good relationship, she mused, if atypical for humans and zentradi.

Zeliha looked at the time on her PDA, swearing to herself as she sprung to her feet. She needed to get her run in and still have time for at least coffee in the mess. She'd snag a shower in the gym, she told herself, as her sleeping clothes became airborne while she donned her gym attire. Fucking-fuck! She should have been up an hour ago. She jogged to the gym, near leaping onto the first free treadmill. Four quick kilometers should be good, double-time. She'd hate herself, but she'd get in that cardio with enough time to spare for coffee. As the machine set its pace, Zeliha got into her grove-- it'd be a good day, because she'd make it good.

If nothing else, the post-workout cold shower would be stellar.
Title: Re: 2055.08.24 Tuesday
Post by: Mr.F on March 25, 2019, 03:22:03 PM
Ruth "Drone" Rigga
Mess hall


For some odd reason Scarlet actually looked serious when she said "Yes. Really.". With most anyone else Ruth would have assumed it was just an act, but she knew Scarlet as an impulsive hearth-say-body-do kind of person and acting didn't seem a skill she would be very good at. Still, what she had said made no sense, leaving Ruth to think about how that misconception could have come to be.

Poachers comment "Honestly she likely panicked when you flipped out on her <...>" made Ruth switch her focus to her, mouth opening as if to reply but catching sight of Janus seeming to walk up to their table gave her pause. Curiously he decided to sit down with them despite their off to the side table, joining in on them by sitting down next to Scarlet.

"Seems our conversation is done." Ruth commented flatly. "Poacher, Scarlet" She gave each of them a polite nod. "Lt." Lance didn't get much of a nod.

Ruth collected her plate with her half finished meal and rose to leave, heading out and back towards her bunk unless anyone did anything to stop her.
Title: Re: 2055.08.24 Tuesday
Post by: Mr.F on March 26, 2019, 03:07:50 PM
OOC: In an attempt to tie stuff together a bit here, lets say this happens after Drone leaves, so if someone wanted to stop Drone and say something that can probably happen before this but it would probably be preferable if that was kept brief so interaction can continue with all assembled characters ^^

BIC:
Mjuiri "Void" Kavryn
Mess Hall


Finishing up her duties in the maintenance hangar, delegating the few remaining things, making sure reports would get sent to her as soon as they where made available, Mjuiri followed the pink haired Ensign to the mess hall. Food and sleep; important things not to be missed out on

The whole way from the hangar area to the mess hall, Ensign Skylark had pretty much bounced along exuding a surprising amount energy given the students' recent workload. The excitement seemed to hold right up until they reached the actual meal options. Mjuiri couldn't recall ever having seen quite that level of visible disappointment before as all Skylark's excitement and energy just seemed to drain away in an instant, replaced with what could best be described as a murderously accusing stare at... the fish, it looked like. No wait... that stare doesn't discriminate. She hates it all.

Food in hand, Mjuiri moved to follow Keiko and sit down wherever she sat down, which seemed to be with Ensign Chardona, Ensign Nilke and Lt Callaeros. Still dressed in her plain work coverall from her tasks with maintenance she unceremoniously plopped down by the table offering a simple but enthusiastic "Hey!" as she did so, her dead eyes contrasting the enthusiastic greeting as they sweept briefly over each the gathered students.
Title: Re: 2055.08.24 Tuesday
Post by: arvanna on March 29, 2019, 11:57:55 AM
ENS Baressa *Poacher* Chardona
Happy consumer of tasty food

  Pondering if Drone had really absorbed any of what she had been told she watched her get up and leave, for a moment before resuming her tasty meal. While she chewed she put those thoughts aside as she noted Void approach with her own meal and take a seat at the table and nodded in greeting "Hi there Void, long day for you too I see?"
Title: Re: 2055.08.24 Tuesday
Post by: Zed on April 02, 2019, 04:44:02 AM
2055.08.24 Tuesday 12:55 GST/05:55 Local Time Tuesday Morning
Scorpii 18 System
Planet Buthridas
Training Carrier Chaerilidae


Ensign Jayla "Tweak" Harm
Deck 04 Gymnasium


Jayla had been in the gym since VTAQ-11 had been dismissed at 11:00 GST, only having paused to strip from her flight suit to her workout clothes in the locker room.  Every muscle in her body burned, Meltran endurance or not.  Tweak kept pushing anyway, telling herself that if she just could get tired enough she wouldn't have to feel anything.  Twenty minutes in it was apparent that her body was beyond its capacity for more cardio, and so she'd moved on weights.  For a time, focusing on assessing what her worn body could handle was enough to keep her thoughts from drifting to the unease and pain inside.  Then there were the reps, and the counting, a slow rhythm to dull her thoughts.  Each set and each machine gave Jayla a short respite before inevitably her thoughts would shift to what likely awaited her in her room.

The pain turn to despair and anger, and finally Jayla abandoned the weights to once again take her frustrations out on the punching bag.  She'd failed to notice Zeliha when she'd walked in, but spotting her on the treadmill no gave her cause to stop a moment.  Hesitantly she approached her from behind, blushing to herself when she realized where she was looking, and circled to the front of Zeliha's treadmill.  "Uh, hey Knight...I didn't see you come in...say...you didn't see Drone in the halls on your way in, did you?"
Title: Re: 2055.08.24 Tuesday
Post by: Azazel on April 02, 2019, 08:19:36 PM
ENS Nilke "Scarlet" Dalkarn
Destroyer of meals 

As expected, Nilke trucked through the meal before her with a soldier's gusto, looking at Drone as the small mound of pasta sitting on her plate came dangerously close to disappearing entirely. Her fellow pilot listened to Baressa's follow up comment in regards to the possibility of her reaction scaring the bejesus out of her EWO -a sound theory in Nilke's opinion- yet Drone chose to keep whatever reply that came to mind to herself as she spotted something or someone approaching from the looks of it.

Following Drone's line of sight, Nilke turned around enough to catch sight of Lance as he approached their table, tray in hand, and sat down next to her a moment later.

The slight nudge to her side that followed made Nilke frown slightly at first before offering him a quick smile, letting her friend know that things were okay between them.

Probably looking for confirmation that you won't try and tear him a new one for a second time. The red-haired pilot thought, the sting of shame that followed the realization making her cheeks redden slightly.

Nilke then proceeded to take a mental note not to forget e-mailing his dad on the pocky care package meant as a gift for Lance, nodding as Drone excused herself a moment later.

The arrival of Mjuiri, clad in a wrench spinner's overalls proved to be a bit of a surprise for Nilke, albeit a welcomed one.

Nilke nodded as Baressa greeted her, waiting for the Zolan to voice a reply.
 

ENS Alma "Mouse" Dalkarn
Anti-Crush Armor Mk. 1's Field Test

Alma stepped through the hatch leading into Chaerilidae's mess hall behind a small group of what she assumed to be drone operators, clad in their duty uniforms. They appeared to be sharing bits of gossip between them, the sheer amount of giggling involved hinting at some juicy bits being traded, yet any actual details of their conversation escaped the red-haired EWO's attention.

Right that moment, Alma felt at peace with herself, like a huge weight had been lifted from her shoulders and despite the sheer exhaustion coursing her body. The small smile she'd been sporting ever since leaving Faye's office -adding the 'Miss' before her name still felt odd- didn't falter as she watched the group of young women change direction shortly upon entering, heading straight for the food line.

The smell of warm food beckoned much like a magnet pulling on iron shavings, and made the red-haired EWO hesitate for a second before she stopped walking altogether. Food could wait she decided, and the fare served between meals would do just fine if it came to that.

A glance around the mess hall revealed a few familar faces and, most important of all, it let her know that Lance was sitting next to her sister at a table off to the side of the mess hall. The red-haired EWO then settled on walking away from the section of the chow hall occupied by her fellow air crews in hopes of keeping anyone familiar from spotting her, and chuckled slightly at the faint taste of adrenaline in the back of her mouth as she walked.

Part of the old you. She told herself.There's nothing wrong about wanting some privacy, Alma.

Choosing an empty table that offered a decidedly restricted view of a blond head of hair sitting in the distance next to a red-coloured mane, Alma sat down. 

This'll do. She thought to herself.
   
"I don't need you Lance." She whispered, a few times over.
Title: Re: 2055.08.24 Tuesday
Post by: Mr.F on April 03, 2019, 06:34:48 PM
Mjuiri "Void" Kavryn
Mess Hall


"Hi there Void, long day for you too I see?"

"And I'm just the help!" Mjuiri replied, immediately setting in on her food. "The full time instructors..." she continued between mouthfuls of food "are still busy." Food continued to be consumed at a steady, efficient and somewhat mechanical fashion. "At least I get the fun stuff" she commented, briefly pausing the mechanical food shovelling motion to pinch her coveralls before resuming. "...and I snuck away early" a slight grin contrasting her expressionless eyes. "How you liking space so far? Great right?"
Title: Re: 2055.08.24 Tuesday
Post by: arvanna on April 05, 2019, 11:28:02 AM
Ens. Baressa *Poacher* Chardona

Chuckles wryly at the response "I like it fine, as long as my bird actually has ordinance loaded for the mission." she replied referring to the previous exercise that sent them with only gun pods into an asteroid field with a rogue Zentran fleet hiding in it." takes another bite and chews it thoughtfully "Though the lack of missiles did make me wish I was flying something with more internal weapons, like a VF-14, or jack the tri-barrels off an old Rau suit."

While she ate she noted the entrance of Nilke's sister and that she apparently wasn't in a social mood as she angled for an empty table, shrugging she turned her attention back to Void and Scarlet "So do you want to be a full timer then Void?"
Title: Re: 2055.08.24 Tuesday
Post by: Mr.F on April 05, 2019, 07:09:24 PM
Mjuiri "Void" Kavryn
Mess Hall


"I like it fine, as long as my bird actually has ordinance loaded for the mission."

Mjuiri shrugged at the comments about wishing for other load outs, steadily making progress with the food on her plate. "You have what you have. Wishes do nothing and hesitation means death, so you do what you can with what you have." For once Mjuiri's expression matched her eyes, taking on a melancholic tone, as she added "We die when we die." in a lower voice, almost as if saying it more to herself than her conversation partner. "'Sides what took out Cass... uh... 'Pocky' was a body tackle by an old junky 11, right?" Mjuiri grinned at that, the brief expression of melancholy gone except for those unchanging eyes of hers.

"So do you want to be a full timer then Void?"

The reply took a while on account of another mouthful of food. "A full time what? Instructor here? No. Too stationary, and way too much planet stuff. Most bad stuff happens on or in the immediate vicinity of planets. I've been through quite a bit of action with quite a few outfits and... bad stuff almost always happen on or near planets." She paused for a bit as if hesitating on whether or not she should expand on that, but evidently decided not to as she put another mouthful of food in instead. While Mjuiri didn't exactly believe in shielding people from reality, the kind of bad stuff she was referring to might not be the thing to bring up spontaneously at the dinner table.
Title: Re: 2055.08.24 Tuesday
Post by: arvanna on April 14, 2019, 09:52:15 PM
Ens. Baressa *Poacher* Chardona
Mess Hall

Chewing slowly she considered Void's reply to her first question "I'll fly what I have to fly with what I get, the problem is the scenario made no sense. We were told no external ordinance cause the asteroid field was too dense and they'd impair our maneuverability, my issue was that was the same reasoning they gave for why we couldn't carry any internal missiles which is hogwash if you'll excuse me?" Pausing a moment she took a drink of her milk before going on "That aside I imagine there isn't a whole lot to get into a scuffle over in the middle of empty space compared to planets, personally all the best things that have happened in my life have mostly have happened planet side."