Smoke Break
Smoke Break
Summary: Fenris waylays Eddie after a CAP and stands between her and a smoke.
Date: MD033
Related Logs: None
Players:
Eddie..Fenris..

[ Hangar Bay #1 - Hangar Deck ] [ CEC Kharon ]

There's activity here at almost every hour of the day. Impact guns can be heard with their shrieking rumble while crew call back and forth, their voices carrying just above the din of the work here. What's readily apparent is that this is the main Hangar Bay for the Vipers, the distance going back further than the other two Bays which are separated by thick, hydraulically rolled blast doors. On each side of the room, near the Fore end, six Viper tubes are ready for quick deployment of the Kharon's Viper squadron. Lining the rest of Hangar Bay One, each Mark Two and Mark Seven has its own place to be kept with a small red toolchest that holds the minimum of required equipment for quick maintenance.

Along the floor, each individual Viper bay is painted off with a single hashed yellow and black stripe. A deep red line denotes important electrical conduits and access ports just below the deck while a bright blue line follows up walls and across the floor to tell where the Tylium lines run in case of fire. Outlets along the wall for the fuel as well as corrugated rubber piping stand ready for use, fluorescent yellow firefighting gear kept in plain sight for easy access nearby.

[ Condition Level: 2 - Danger Close ]

The El Tee is currently near the crew chief, the two engaged in some sort of exchange. The chief fidgets subtly, while Fen is stock still, barely moving her face as she replies to whatever he'd just said. He points to a particular Viper, makes several illustrative gestures, perhaps implying maneuvers of some kind. Her response is a simply a minute nod. There is a swallow and the man salutes, a gesture returned crisply by the tall woman before she turns and begins her walk toward the stairwell.

There's a small team of Vipers that have just landing, returning from a routine CAP that seemed to of run smoothly. The canopy of one of the Wolves pops, a slight figure uncoiling from behind the controls, impatiently waiting for a ladder to get secured to the side of the bird. When it's finally in place, the pilot breaks the hard lock seal around the helmet, peeling it off and handing it to the waiting deck hand. "The Tyllium gauge needs to be recalibrated. Started with full tanks, says I came back on fumes." She says in a low grumble of annoyance as she jumps the last two or three rungs to the the deck.

Fenris's attention is drawn by the sound of taxying birds, pausing between steps to twist and watch the disembarkation of the flight. Seconds pass and the lieutenant turns the rest of the way around and begins to approach the returning pilot(s).

There's an audible 'zzzzzt' as Eddie tugs down the zipper of her flight suit, peeling her narrow shoulders out of its confines with a jingle of dog tags as they spill out of her dual layered tanks. Somewhere around the time she's tying off the arms around her waist, she glances up and sees Fenris approaching. She might not be terribly familiar with the woman from the same wing, but she recognizes the brass on that flight suit. "Sir." She greets, her voice not as crisp as it should be, nor as quick with the salute as she ought.

Fenris returns the salute with a detached, "At ease." eyes boring into the slender woman's. There is a beat of silence, then, "Was there anything out of the ordinary during the flight, Ensign?"

At ease apparently means run your fingers back through your hair and try and fluff out that bit of helmet hair. Eddie's bare arms are scarred all the way up both forearms and even a bit on her bicep, like she was in a fight a long time ago with a vicious cat, and lost. "No sir." She reports, with what sounds tainted with a bit of a yawn. "The bugs are still on the aft part of the ship, trying to fix that blast damage." Bugs of course, being the crawling deck hands and snipes in their EVA suits repairing the hull damage after the blackout the other day. "Other than that, it was a whole lot of Ho-Hum." Meaning not a damn thing to report. If Eddie is bothered by Fenris' intense gaze, she doesn't show it.

Fenris doesn't seem terribly discomfitted by the woman's approach to discipline, either. "How do you feel about flying with the others in the wing so far?" she asks in the same dead tone. The scars are caught as the woman moves, but nary a blink is afforded their discovery. After all, she's here and capable of handling the strike craft, so the details can wait for such time as the conversation comes up.

Eddie glances around to the other birds, as if just noticing they are there. "There are other people in the wing?" She asks, sardonically. "Yeah, they're fine. You can pick your friends, and you can pick your nose, but you can't pick your air-wing's nose." Somehow, that made sense. Somehow.

"Yes you can." Fenris replies without missing a beat, "If his hands are broken." Her eyes turn toward the Vipers a moment, then, "Trust and unit cohesion are important, Ensign. Be better if you can, but don't forget they're there." The gaze turns back to Eddie's face, "How long have you had your wings?"

Eddie screws up her face as if trying to remember. "What date is it? Better yet, what /time/?" There's a break in her visage, and a little hint of a smirk slips through. "The Kharon is my first posting, sir." She's starting to look a little fidgety, probably something to do with that lighter she's dug out of her pocket. Not that she's going to strike up in the barn, but she looks like she could use a smoke after being pent up in a cockpit for a while.

"I see." is the absent reply. The Lt. glances pointedly at the lighter, then, back to Eddie's face, "Are you having any difficulties in managine the craft?" is her next question, trusting the woman knows not to light up near the Tyllium lines. She could, probably, just skim a file or ask someone about her time, but, sometimes the direct approach is good, too.

Eddie pulls her lips into her mouth, rewetting them with a mouth that's suddenly gone dry. All these questions are standing between her and lighting up, that's one way to make her itchy. "I think I'm doin' alright. S'what they train us for, afterall, right? That bird there has a fuel gauge problem, but nothin' that can't be fixed. Glad I found it out now, on a routine CAP."

"That is a good thing, yes." Fen replies, then looks back to the ships all in a row, "If you feel you're having any troubles, let someone know so that we can try to correct them before things stop being routine." She looks to the younger pilot again, then, "Is there anything else?"

Eddie is damn near doing the pee pee dance now, but for want of a cigarette. "No, sir. I think that's it. I'll be sure to let you know if I'm having any trouble at the stick. May I be dismissedsoIcangogetsomeracktime." The last words come at a rush and there's an unmistakeable plead in her voice.

(OOC: At this point, Fenris gets dragged away by real life, and paged me later saying 'Dismissed.' *grin*)

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