Re: Day 18 [1900 hrs.] Bread, Salt, & Wine Reply #25 – May 03, 2023, 05:09:49 PM [Lieutenant Commander Frank Arnold | Main Engineering | Vector 03 | Deck 25 | USS Theurgy] Attn: @P.C. HaringConsidering the scale of what they were going to pull, Frank didn't see any point arguing with Reggie over another set of clothing. When she made her request and he saw what they were, his mind couldn't help but work to visualize how that would look on the attractive Wolf. He shook his head as then got his mind back on the plan at hand. Reggie's additions were another thing altogether as he worked to setup the programming for what could quite the memorable jaunt for the returning squadron commander. At the mention of another piece of music, Frank's eye brows furrowed together. "I can't say I've heard of it. Computer, play Chariots of Fire." The computer beeped and the instrumental began to flow over the speakers. About a minute in, Frank smiled and his eyes twinkled. "Got it. That's certainly going to set a mood. What do you think about broadcasting the music over the squadron comm net? Everyone can join in the fun."As Frank continued hurriedly programming, his subconscious floated to other ideas. "We also need a plausible reason to be there. Hmmmmm......" While Frank let the program get compiled and tested by Thea, he began searching for something distracting and one of the returned ideas was ancient, and had huge potential. "Reggie, come take a look at this." Pulling up the images of something known as nose art on ancient air breathing aircraft, especially those on military aircraft during one of humanities ancient conflagrations, Frank's metal working mind began fusing the idea. "I don't know if you've been to the diplomatic office on deck 2 recently, but I put in piece of metal art a couple of weeks ago, and I think we can do something similar with Commander Rel's fighter." Frank punched in several parameters and the options that were returned were hilarious and intensely florid. "You know. I'm making an assumption that he's a hetero male here, but have you heard the story of Lazarus? He's supposed to be one Earth's mythical figures was raised form the dead by another one, also quite mythical, but there's more evidence to suggest he existed, but that's not the point. Since Rel is coming out of stasis, which is sort of like coming back from the dead, we could use something like this on a metal plate and weld it to the nose of his fighter." The image was one of a buxom, ravishing dark haired woman arching her back as she got out of a stylized cockpit coffin. Her far hand was pushing her hair back, while the other one held a scythe. Below cockpit in a banner was the word Lazy in a ebullient and curvaceous cursive font. "It would give me a decent excuse to be down there since I need a deck hand to help attach the thing, where as you need a reason to be in the cockpit....."A chat window popped up with Thea as the sender. "The program should do what you have specified........Is this wise?"Frank considered this for a moment before typing back a reply. "In the traditional sense no since we're modifying a manned spacecrafts operating procedure, but it's harmless in general, easily corrected, and most importantly flashy and funny as hell." With that, he hit send.The screen blinked for a moment before a reply came back that prompted the Engineer to snort in amusement. "I will include a warning of what to chip to pull should he enter a red alert situation. I will also watch this situation unfold with great interest. Thank you.""Interesting indeed now that Thea's in on it." Frank shook his head once more. "Any other changes you want to make? What do you think of sticking a charm of some sort in his cockpit to get you in there?"