Get the Ferry Birds ready

Posted on Fri Jun 7th, 2024 @ 6:14pm by Lieutenant Oasis Troilin

Mission: Brief Stay
Location: Fighter Bay

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Troilin had the orders approved, she marched to the Fighter Bays , past the flurry of maintenance operations to the Ready Replacement fighters. Having the Fighters on the Ready Line in place and a decending order of their Launch Order. Moving around them towards the Maintenance Area, Troilin had a defined purpose this time, not an inspection in mind.

Six new Fighters that had the Squadron Markungs but no individuality to them as they remained unassigned to a pilot.

That is changing, the Head Flight Maintenance Person , a Non-Comissioned Officer, followed her. The older man with thinning hair, portly figure and muscled arms from long years of working on fighters. He looked to the Command Air Group (CAG) and raised an eyebrow. He had see the better part of three decades and over a decade on starships doing what he does now, working his way up through the ranks to his current position. He knew his job and learned to read Coammanding Offficers of the Fight Group readily.

"Something I should be aware of Lass?" The Scotsman asked.

"Got the green light to have the six birds rigged for flight to aid in the recovery efforts; make sure the pylons are reinforced for the loads they may see. I will get you the pilots shortly to get the fighters customized to the individual. Troilin answered. "I know we are a bit ahead of the need but as long as they agree I think we should; as humans say 'Strike while the Iron is hot. I have permission to get help with preps and such as well."

"I knew you were a fast talker but this is really fast." O'Malley said as he had seen an array of CAGs but few of them would throw such curve balls at the Command Structure and had met with more resistance in the past.


"Get me the pilots, I will get ordinance people to check the rigs and if I could have a fully rigged Torpedo Casing to used for adapting it will go faster Lass." That was all he really needed, the pilots to get his work on individual fighters ready for the assigned pilot.
"My next order of business, OPS, to get one they have prepared for Burial in the stars should be enough for OPS to adapt I hope?"

"You do Yer part and I will back you with mine." O'malley agreed.

"I am off to next task then." Troilin turned on her heels and set her mental course to find the OPS personnel needed to help.

OMalley had o admit he missed the days where a majority of the female crew wore Skirted Uniforms; ad the present CAG did wear the uniform well with a natural stride the gave a sway to her hips without her realizing. It was that Betazoid side that had his mind both admiring her Bum ad flooding his surface thoughts with images of the work he had to do.

Best way not to get caught by a Betazoid; misdirection with other thoughts.

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