Star Trek: Theurgy

[ LT Daniel Havenborn | Vector 1, Deck 9 – Upper Shuttlebay > Vector 2, Deck 16 – Fighter Assault Bay | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @CanadianVet, @Auctor Lucan, @Doc M., @Josie, @Nolan

Daniel sat in the pilot seat of his Mark-II Valkyrie, Knight sitting in his RIO seat; they had gotten clearance to take off from Operations and for Daniel it felt right to be back behind the controls of his fighter.  He maneuvered his fighter slowly out of the shuttle bay taking time to enjoy being behind the controls once more.  Once out into the nebula he brought his speed up to quarter impulse and made for the Fighter Assault Bay.  However as he was flying there he took a moment to look at the nebula, he had to admit that it was quite breathtaking and his thoughts drifted back to his conversation with Petty Officer Patterson about the nebula and his promise to take her out.  Maybe if Commander Ravon was in the Fighter Assault Bay he could try to swing the idea by him and see if he’d be willing to allow that.

“We’re coming up on the FAB.” Knight said behind him breaking him out of his trance.  “Understood, slowing to maneuvering thrusters.”  Daniel replied as he watched his speed drop down.  His fighter had been serviced as best as it could be in the shuttlebay and he could still feel a little bit of lag when he tried to speed up or slow down.  He had burned the engines pretty hard, they’d likely need to be overhauled at some point but right now they were working and that was the important part.  He brought his fighter in slowly as he noticed that the new fighters were being taxied into position.  As his fighter passed through the FAB force field he was slowly directed to a spot by a Landing Signal Officer, he also felt the fighter being assisted by a tractor beam.

It took him a couple minutes to land his fighter but once it landed he popped open the cockpit.  “I still can’t get over how uniquely designed those new fighters are.”  Knight said as he climbed out of the cockpit.  “Ugly, you mean ugly.”  Daniel said as he looked over at the Valravn fighters.  He had read up on their specifications and well as the Mark-III Valkyries and while the Mark-III was a good evolution of the Valkyrie series, in his mind his Mark-II was the superior craft, and with a superior pilot, such as himself, and a superior RIO, such as Knight, that made for quite an unstoppable force.  “I’ll fly a Mark-III or one of Ensign Tancredi’s Fighter-Shuttles before I fly in one of those.”  Daniel added as he finally stood up and climbed out of his cockpit and down the ladder.

He noticed Chief Petty Officer Liam Herrold on the deck and was happy to see him settling into their new home.  Daniel made eye contact with Chief Herrold for a moment and he nodded a greeting to him before spotting Commander Ravon on the deck as well.  “Let’s go greet our new Squadron Commander.”  Daniel said.  “I still think it should have been you.”  Knight replied as they made their way towards him.  “He seems like a good man, we’ll see how good of a commander he is.”  Daniel replied, he had nothing against Ravon and honestly he actually felt relaxed for a change, he didn’t have the stress of being an SCO to worry about, he only needed to worry about his Flight which admittedly was still stressful but not as much.

“Commander Ravon, Lieutenants Havenborn and Ahern reporting in sir.”  Daniel stated as both he and Knight came to attention, the click of their boots barely audible in the busy hangar bay.

[ LT Cmdr Thomas Ravon | Fighter Assault Bay | Vector 2 | Deck 16 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @CanadianVet , @Auctor Lucan  , @Doc M. , @Josie , @Havenborn  

The fighter assault bay was as busy as an ant nest in season. people running all over the place with specific jobs and tasks while the fighters were being positioned and taxied in position. Ravon witnessed the activity from the sides of the Fighter Assault bay near the briefing room entrance as he looked at the Valravns. He had also noticed the disapproving look on Sten's face when he saw the fighters yet left the man to his own mechanics for now as he was far too busy from being disturbed at the moment.

In the meantime Thomas his eyes scanned over the present fighters. His eyes resting on Rawley's bird for now as he had heard from Sickbay that Ensign Zrinka Agaixot had been discharged from Sickbay after being brought out of stasis. It was a bit of light at the end of a very dark tunnel. At least one of their old pack mates returned, yet it seemed to come at the cost of losing another. Regardless Thomas would be happy to see Rini back after her absence.

Wolves 15 and 16 had been missing from the fighter assault bay as they had been assigned to patrol around Theurgy. Terror and Sniper were on stand by in case an alert would go off and assistance was needed. He had seen the pilots with Their RIOs not too far from their birds while the rest of the squadron was moving around to get in their assigned slots.

His attention brought back to the here and now when he heard Havenborn's voice besides him as he announced his presence together with his RIO. "Gentlemen." he replied before he faced them and saluted them "At ease." he continued before he nodded at the Valravens "What do you guys think of them?" he asked as he himself looked not really in awe about the prototype fighters. He waited for the two pilots to voice out there opinions before he smiled faintly "Mhm... Anyway I have a job that's perfectly cut out for both of you guys. There's an away mission coming up with a civilian ship, I need some fighters to escort it. I was thinking you should have the lead on this one Daniel." he stated as he looked at the former SCO. It wasn't as much as a suggestion nor was it an order. Yet there was some sense to it that it sounded more as a statement than a suggestion. He had already made a rap sheet of which pilots he wanted to see ready and able for that mission, yet he still needed to inform everyone about it. A thing he'd go into further detail with a small briefing later on.

[ Ens. Krystal "Meony" Tancredi (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Krystal_Tancredi,_callsign_%22Meony%22) | Fighter Assault Bay | Vector 2 | Deck 16 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @CanadianVet, @Auctor Lucan, @Doc M., @Josie, @Nolan & @Havenborn
[Show/Hide]When she had awakened that morning, Krystal "Meony" Tancredi felt a mild regret for not pacing herself better, though all things considered, she was doing remarkably well for a start. She used to have a reputation for being the ship's resident drunk, a reputation she now aimed to rid herself of in light of Kendrick's absence, and the continued peril her family was being put in. After her shower, and a rather eventful day, she had little time to process the previous day, let alone all that was going on today, but the former Resolve crew was quickly and efficiently intergrated into the Theurgy, which had problems of its own.

A lot of problems.

Pausing in the shuttle bay to stare at the sad state of her fighter shuttle, the Fuzzy Flayer looked like it had seen its last days as a working craft. It was still smoking a little even, venting black puffs here and there. It was like it functioned just long enough to bring her and Ronnie Romulan safely on board the Theurgy, then it "breathed" its last, and lay down to die. “You were a fahn turkey, Fuzzy,” said Tancredi, “the fahnest turkey in all'a Starfleet. Ah hope they cain fix yah.”

She fondly rested her armoured palm against the side of the vessel, then had herself beamed over to the Fighter Assault Bay. As she walked towards the SCO, she realized that the shuttle bay had no Type 8 Shuttles like hers, and she thought that they ought to fix up the Flayer if nothing other than to have a fine combat shuttle of its kind to help out the crew. While her helmet was tucked under the crook of one arm, her head still had her cowboy hat on, a habit she forgot might not be allowed on board this ship. Slipping to stand beside Havenborn and Ahern, the redhead stood at attention, saluting, “Ensign Krystal "Meony" Tancredi, repawtin' f'duty, sah!”

[ Ens. Zrinka 'Rini' Agaixot (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Zrinka_Agaixot,_callsign_%22Honey_Badger%22) | Fighter Assault Bay | Vector 2 | Deck 16 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @CanadianVet, @Auctor Lucan, @Doc M., @Josie, @Havenborn, @Nolan
[Show/Hide]Rini had gotten a new fresh uniform made from the replicator and made sure Bobo was all okay, having been pleased that her tribble was all okay and had been looked after while she slept.

Lifting up Bobo, she set him down on her shoulder and he squeaked, wriggling in. Tilting her head, she rubbed her cheek on him and then headed out of her quarters. Walking down the corridor, she smiled and nodded to a few crew. Reaching a lift, she waited and then entered the empty lift, turning as she spoke, "Hello, Thea. Could you take me to the Fighter Assault?"

When the lift started, Zrinka smiled, "Thank you." She had met the ship's holographic avatar and over her time aboard, she knew that it had a personality and treated Thea with respect.

Arriving, she stepped out and outside the door to the bay, Zrinka stopped and took a bit of a breath. The last time she had been in there had been when she had needed to crash land her fighter after getting seriously injured & put in stasis.

The memory was still very fresh for her, and she hadn't even had a chance to get used to the scars or how she now had an artificial pancreas.

Then, after just a breath, Zrinka moved on into the bay and smiled, enjoying the view of the fighters and people working.

Heading over to one nearby, she whistled as she realised it was one of the Valravn fighters, something she hadn't really seen before.

She ran her hand over it, speaking to no one really but the fighter, "Oh, baby. They sure got some sweet new toys while I was sleeping." Moving around the fighter as Bobo bounced, she examined it.

After a little bit, she stopped when she spotted a group of pilots, and noticed that one of them was Thomas. He had always been a bit shy, but well, Zrinka felt everyone was more shy then she was. But he was a good pilot.

Grinning, she headed over towards them and gave a whistle, "Hey, Thomas. Where is the old fox? I'm back from stasis and need to convince him to let me have a new fighter. or maybe see if they repaired my old one."

Spotting some pilots she didn't know as she reached them, Zrinka stuck her hand out, "Hello, I'm Zrinka Agaixot, but I go by Rini or Honey Badger. And this is Bobo."

Looking towards the woman in the cowboy hat, Rini smiled, "Mmm, you're cute. Want to get a drink later?"

[CPO Eun Sae Ji | Maintenance Bay 1 | Deck 16 | USS Theurgy]

Mother … fu...cker... turn.. you piece... of stupid.. space.. shit.. ugh!  Corded muscles popped on the young mechanics arm as she pulled the massive long handled wrench with just about every ounce that she had on her body. She was small, light weight, but looks could be deceiving.  She wasn't the sort that let any man show her up, and had a reputation for winning arm wrestling contests among the men that she worked with because they forever underestimated her.

She was not your average girl.  She could curse like a twentieth century sailor in two languages at the same time and she didn't mind a little grease and grime underneath the fingernails.  There were times to be pretty and there were times to buckle down and get some shit done.  The woman took a moment to relax her grip, it was starting to put rigid red marks in the palms of her hands the way that she was pulling with all her body weight against the massive wrench handle.  She opened and closed the palms of her hand and pulled a dirty rag out of the back pocket of her coveralls wiping her forehead with it for a moment before cramming back where it came from.

Could she get one of her mechanics to do this for her?  Sure, could.  But did she want to?  Fuck no.  She appreciated hard work and she was the sort of boss that sure as hell wasn't going to ask her men and women to do shit that she wasn't able to do herself.  She also wasn't above asking for help.  She might be the Propulsion Chief but that didn't mean she knew everything there was to know about all the aspects of being a mechanic and working on the birds.  Keeping them in space and well.. propelling in proper directions was literally her job.  Thus, she worked hard to make sure that when her pilots got in her babies, they were ready to go.

Normally, she worked with her coverall down around her waist, but she had it zipped up for today, there were a lot of people out and about in the bay today and she figured that it was best that she covered up at least a little.  Ji put her hands back on the wrench and used her booted foot for leverage against the fighters engine carriage.  Some of this shit was plain old, and some of this shit wasn't in need of replacing often, so the bolts and shit ended up practically fused together.  She would work it loose, she had leverage and time on her side. 

“You need help boss?”

Ji's dark eyes shifted past her wrench and focused on one of her mechanics.  Massive brute, with huge bulging muscles that he never could quite cram into a full coverall.  So he wore a tank top and his coverall around his waist.  He was probably three times her size.

“Did I ask for your help?” she asked as she blew air upward moving her bangs out of her face as she waited for the answer.

“Nope.  Just thought I'd offer.” 

Ji shrugged.  “Well if you're feeling chivilrous today, why don't you go get me a Q-9806294A-B.” she said naming off the part that she needed to replace.  “Make sure to get the bolt assembly as well.” 

“Sure thing.”  he gave a nod and headed off to get the parts that she needed from the replication area. 

Ji waited until he was gone and then she refocused on the beauty in front of her.  She didn't mind it when mechanical things played hard to get bitches.  Because, in the end she would win.  Or throw it across the room.  But, she couldn't throw an entire fighter across the room so the part had to come off before she could chuck it at something and make her feel better.  Ji was still working on her anger issues.  Honestly, sometimes she thought she just needed someone to share her thoughts and feelings with.  Not so much a counselor but someone that could accept her, and understand her.  But, only a few one night stands had occurred and after that whole Niga thing she wasn't all that sure what she wanted out of life and a man to begin with.  Still, who knew, it would come when it was time. 

Omma was always on her to get married, make babies, you're getting old.  Appa didn't really care he had her siblings that were popping out babies and making the married life a true reality.  Ji liked her job, and sure she'd love to share her life with someone but it wasn't going to be just anyone.  It had to be the right one.  Twisting her body against the wrench she finally felt it budge and the wrench fell from her hands clattering against the fighter's engine for a second as the bolt finally loosened.  Ha ha you stupid fucker, I win.  She squatted down in the most unladylike of ways and twisted the nut off the rest of the way with her fingers. 

Released of it's bolt, she flipped it up in the air like an old school coin and caught it shoving it down into her pocket.  Probably not the best idea to throw this fucker while people are down here checking out the new babies. she thought to herself as she climbed down the maintenance ladder to the decking and waited for Jim to come back with the parts that she needed for this baby. 

Being nosy, she poked her head out of the maintenance bay so that she could see the main floor.  There were the planes.  Some having just come in.  People bitching about the newness.  People didn't like change, Ji could understand that.  As much as she tried to go with the flow, sometimes it was just hard to accept new.  Plus, a lot of people were still reeling from all the shit they had gone through lately.  Even Ji... twice with Sten.  One that wasn't really her choice and another that was completely her choice.  Where did they stand?  What were they?  What could they be?  Fuck if she knew.  She was ill equipped to figure that out on her own and while she was pretty independent in life when it came to affairs of the heart she might as well be a third grader with a 'do you like me?' note slipped under his door. 

Oh fuck me, I need to get him out of my head. she thought to herself as she turned to go back to the fighter that needed her expertise.

[ CPO Liam Herrold (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Liam_Herrold) | Fighter Assault Bay | Deck 16 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy ]
Attn: @Blue Zephyr @Triage @SummerDawn @CanadianVet @Havenborn
[Show/Hide]Behind him, the sliding doors closed, and in the Fighter Assault Bay, the Valravn fighters landed for the first time. For Liam Herrold, it was a humbling sight, seeing them arrive, since he knew next to nothing about them.

"I hope one of the pilots brought a manual," he said under his breath as he walked out among the deck crew, all busy overseeing the operations concerning the present Mk III Valkyries and the new Valravn fighters. Some of them eyed him, and he inclined his head to them. Even though they might have hoped not meeting his eye, they nodded back before continuing what they were doing. Liam remembered them from the briefing he'd arranged in the deck crew lounge on the starboard side of the flight deck. Sten Covington had just announced him being the Assistant Chief of the Deck, even if Liam had barely spoken with the Chief Warrant Officer prior to that.

Oh, how the gathering in the lounge had gauged him when he spoke to them, at least the ones from the Theurgy. Those from the Resolve had been amiable enough, nothing new to them about his position, but it had all been a rather awkward affair. Liam was not good at speeches. With everything needed on hand, he could equip a Valkyrie Program fighter with four hardpoints and restock its micro missile magazines within two minutes, but he couldn't find the right words, especially not after Erik Randall's death. He led by example, getting his hands dirty, not through saccharine speeches and sentimental drivel. He could shout to get the job done, not tattle the crew into it. He had never known who the late Assistant Chief of the Deck had been, but he'd prove Covington that he and the Resolve deck crew knew what they were about.

As he walked, he saw a singular Mk II Valkyrie. It had already been taxied into position, and when the pilots removed their helmets, he recognised the former Grey Wolf Leader, Daniel Havenborn, and his RIO. He smiled and inclined his head to them, but did not pause his step. Strange, that Havenborn wouldn't be the SCO any more, but the Martian would always have his respect.

Even though it was hard to look away from the sight of the Valravn fighters that landed, Liam spotted the woman he'd meant to see, and he regretted not having had the time to speak with her sooner. Instead of going to see her after the announcement, just after 1200 hrs., he had decided to try and find K'Ren and make sure she was okay. He hadn't found her, and he was getting a bit worried. Neko had slept in his quarters for the night, but after that, he had no idea where she had went. He hoped she would show up soon, since her medical leave had ended, and she was bound to show up and report to the new SCO. Liam did spot Meony though, seeing her approach the rest of the Tac CONN pilots.

"Hello there," he said, and cleared his throat behind the woman in the yellow jumpsuit. He had his own sleeves hiked up, and he held out a hand to the Head of Fighter Propulsion systems on the Theurgy. "Are you Chief Ji? Liam Herrold, the... the guy Covington spoke about at noon. Pleased to meet you. Sorry I couldn't see you sooner. Had to check on someone that was hurt yesterday."

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[ Devyrie "Dragon" Okhala (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Devyrie_Okhala,_callsign_%27%27Dragon%27%27) | AC-477 Valravn Cockpit | Lower Shuttle Bay > Fighter Assault Bay | Vector 03 > Vector 02 | USS Theurgy ]
Attn: @Even Angels Cry @Esyel @DocReno @Nolan @Josie @Doc M. @Kaligos
[Show/Hide]In the second wave of White Wolves launching from the Lower Shuttle Bay, Devyrie 'Dragon' Okhala checked her system read-out while her RIO - Vinnie Ferris - opened a channel. [Ops, this is Wolf-One-One,] he said behind her in the Valravn cockpit, but his voice was heard clearly inside her helmet, just like the amusement of the very short flight. [We have cleared the shuttle bay on Vector 03. Requesting permission to dock on Vector 02, over.]

[This is Ops, permission granted. You are in cue behind Wolf-One-Two, over.]

[Thank you, switching to manoeuvring thrusters. Wolf-One-One, out,] said Vinnie. They had already engaged their shields, using the harmonics that would prevent them from igniting the sirillium gas of the nebula. After closing the comm link to Mission Ops, Vinnie then talked to Devyrie. [Hey, she is quite a ship, isn't she?]

Devyrie turned her helmet to look at the three Vectors of the Theurgy, her green eyes reflecting the pulsing nav lights on the hulls. "She is," she said into the mouth-piece of her helmet, but all she could see was the damage that all of the shuttles, work bees and EVA-suited repair crews were trying to tend to - a race against the clock to make sure they'd survive another bout with Task Force Archeron. "I just hope she is enough."

She remembered having seen all of the ships drop out of warp at Starbase 84, and known how they were all committed to the orders of Starfleet Command. She had been there, like the rest of the White Wolves, when the Orcus reached Theta Eridani IV, finding Admiral Sankolov's fleet running on what meagre power they could generate by auxillary means, more or less adrift in orbit around the planet. Captain Slayton had provided all of those ships with uncontaminated software, allowing them to rinse the computer virus out of their systems, and then, they had set off towards Starbase 84 at maximum warp, only to find themselves arriving too late. The Theurgy had already been there, and it had looked Captain Ives had laid siege upon the starbase. Only later, she had learned that they'd tried to use the Simulcast system without confrontation, but had failed - forced to defend themselves against the starbase's substantial tactical syste-

[Hey, I said, are you all right?] asked Vinnie, and Devyrie realised that she had started to think about her own survival, and whether or not she'd be able to see her father again. There was so much she wanted to verify with him, just so that she could trust in Ives' words.

"Yeah," she replied into her helmet, "Pardon, what did you say?"

[I said, you saw those Asurian saucers, right? If this Captain Ives managed to get some kind of allies, I am sure there will be more out there willing to listen. I know, that false Simulcast thing did not help... But from what I understood, there are more people out there who knows what's going on.]

"Yeah," she just said, not about to talk to Vinnie about what her father had written to her back on Luna Base. "I guess. Slowing down by fifty. Entering structural integrity field. Stand by for tractor bream lock in three, two, one.... And we're there."

[Shortest... flight... ever,] said Vinnie in jest, and Dev couldn't help her lopsided smile.

Once their Valravn was in its allotted space on the deck, Devyrie popped their canopy and waited for it to raise and slide backwards before she stood up. One of the Theurgy's deck crew pulled out an airstair for her and Vinnie, and as she stepped down to the deck, she removed her helmet. Her green irises paused at a gathering of pilots not too far off, thinking she recognised them from the briefing at noon. She undid the bun she had tied her braids into, and they all tumbled down around the metallic shoulders of her exosuit. As she scanned the pilots, she realised she had yet to speak with her new Squadron Commander. Both Angel and Shinigami said they trusted him, but she was not quick to trust.

"Could you do the post-flight check?" she asked Vinnie.

"Sure, but it's your turn to do the maintenance overview later," said Ferris, having removed his helmet too.

Devyrie walked towards the gathering of pilots, helmet under her arm, but she made no comment as she approached. Instead, she was listening to the conversation taking place, politely enough meaning to wait for an opening. On Luna base, it was not often she'd thought about her Romulan heritage, and what the ridges on her forehead implied to other Starfleet officers. But now? She expected the usual reactions, and had her replies lined up.

[CPO Eun Sae Ji | Maintenance Bay 1 | Deck 16 | USS Theurgy] @Auctor Lucan

How many large beefy giant men does it take to replicate a part and some new nuts.

Ji blew air upward with her lips again, and the bangs that had settled themselves back into her eyes fluttered back out of the way.  Sometimes it didn't work, most of the time it did, but it kept her from having to move her hands which were usually busy with some task or another.  Some people thought she should grow out her hair, and she supposed that she could because then she could just keep it up all the fucking time.  But then, she would be hot when she was working and she would always have it up instead of down because it would have the threat of getting caught in things that she just didn't need it caught in.  Short was best for her line of work and it didn't seem to detour the men from seeking out her comforts at night when the itch struck from time to time. 

Looking up at the massive fighter that she had been working on she began to walk around it.  Looking at the paint that had been chipped off and messed up through the various things that it had done.  Attacks, and flying through debris fields, and doing it's actual job.  That didn't mean she liked to see her babies all fucked up.  That actually tended to piss her off, but then if people were gentle with them then she wouldn't have a fucking job so she supposed as long as they weren't having to be parted out because they were beyond repair she was all right with taking her hammers and other tools to pop out the dents and fixing up the fuckers so they could fly again.

She pulled out a PADD out of her large thigh pocket and began to notate all of the damage that she was going to have to fix on this fucker so that she could have a good thing to bounce off of when she heard a voice behind her.  She turned, and her eyes laid on a man standing there in the striking jump suit of bright fucking yellow.  At least he fills it out really nicely... she thought as she looked up at him.  She was slight, clothed in her own jumpsuit that had little slashes of grease, sweat, and grime on it.  All in a day's work really.  But her eyes, dark brown, studied him for a moment.  Eyes darting back and forth between his two eyes getting a good feel for him.  She might be absolutely one hundred percent human, and Korean, but that didn't mean she couldn't tell a lot from a man that was standing in front of her.

Or at least, some.

His name was Liam Herrold, and her brow rose slightly on the right side of her face.  She wasn't really surprised, just that she hadn't actually met the fucker yet.  He mentioned a reason for that only moments later and she looked down to see his hand was held out for her. Well don't be a total shit, Ji. she chastized herself as she reached out and shook his hand with a strong and firm grip.  She might be a fair bit shorter than him but she had enough weight on her shoulders that she could stand her own against the very male field. 

“That's right, Chief Ji.  Nice to meet you.” She had to admit, she had a thing for blue eyes.  Maybe it was because she was Korean and all she grew up with were brown.  Colors seemed so unique and blue just had a nice light to them.  She looked back at the fighter taking her hand away from his and began to pin another notation into the PADD in her hand before she talked to him again.  She wasn't sure what he was actually doing here, though they would probably be working together a lot and that was both fine, and nice.  She liked having people that weren't complete dickheads to work with.

“So I think we'll be working together a lot.” she said honestly.  “I take all manner of bribes, mostly in the form of coffee or heavily sugared food” she grinned over at him, kidding but not.  Those were things that she liked, she just didn't expect him to actually show up with them.  “Are you settling in all right, into your new position and all of that?” she asked him curiously as she motioned for him to follow.  While she would love to sit and chit chat, she needed to at least finish the notations on the fighter in front of her before she sat down somewhere with a get-to-know-you game of 20 questions.  Though he was more than welcome to ask just about anything he wanted while she was working.  She was female, multi-tasking was practically ingrained into her from birth.

[ LT Cmdr Thomas Ravon | Fighter Assault Bay | Vector 2 | Deck 16 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Auctor Lucan  , @Josie  , @Triage , @Even Angels Cry , @Doc M. , @DocReno , @Esyel


While awaiting the reply of Daniel and his RIO Thomas couldn't help but gaze over the new fighters. His eyes running over them as he made a mental note to ask Alessia or Minjae about the performance of those fighters. His jaws clenching together as he looked away and found himself eye tot eye with the redhead cowgirl pilot from the Resolve.

"Ensign Krystal "Meony" Tancredi, repawtin' f'duty, sah!"

Thomas nodded and said the same to her as he did to the boys "At ease." his eyes trailing back over the hat as he shook his head and decided to let it slip for now "Ensign, you've seen the new baby you'll be flying in after you completed Sim training?" he asked as he pointed towards a brand new Mk III Valkyrie "I'd say go ahead and get yourself acquainted, if you want any customization or anything to it run it by the chief first and help along. You're expected at holodeck 2 in in 30 minutes on deck 8 for the first sims." he told her.

Suddenly though he heard a whistle and he turned his head to see a ghost. His demeanor changing a little as he smiled a bit broader when he saw Rini walk over with Bobo on her shoulder. However when the fighter pilot came closer and asked where the fox was, the smile faded to a painful one before he shook his head. He let her introduce herself to the other pilots first and he had to chuckle a bit as she already fell into her old flirty behavior. He looked back at her as he was glad to at least have one of the old wolves back. "Rini... Can I have a word for a sec." he asked her, pulling her away from the group by just a few meters. He felt like she deserved to hear this news somewhat more in private instead of in front of a new group. "I would've come and visited you earlier in Sickbay to break you the news..." he said softly "Miles is gone. Presumed KIA after our last mission." he stopped for a second to let it sink in to her "I've been appointed to new SCO so I guess you'll have to convince me this time." he answered and looked her in the eye. "Make you a deal though.... Convince me you're fighter ready and I'll put you on the next mission so you can get back behind that stick."

The SCO's eyes rolled over Rini's shoulder to the long braided pilot that had joined the group. He stepped in closer to Honey Badger and gave her a well deserved friendly hug for being back "Either way, it's good to have you back. I'll fill you in later about the craziness." he whispered before he walked past her and towards the pilot. "Don't believe we've been properly introduced. Thomas Ravon." he introduced himself to the pilot as he looked at her face, noticing the distinct ridges, yet not making any comment or assumption about it. He kept his eyes locked on hers as he waited for her own move now.

[ CPO Liam Herrold (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Liam_Herrold) | Fighter Assault Bay | Deck 16 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy ]
Attn: @Blue Zephyr @Triage @SummerDawn @CanadianVet @Havenborn
[Show/Hide]When Chief Ji said she would accept bribes of certain kinds, Liam chuckled and nodded. "I'll make sure to keep that in mind if we have any disagreements, or I need any favours," he said, following her idly as she continued tending to the Mk III Valkyrie. His blue eyes were drawn to the aerodynamic curvature of her ventral side - the warp fighter's, of course. Admittedly, the curvature of the propulsion chief was quite nice too, having noticed already without openly staring, but he hadn't been so up close to the newest iteration in the Valkyrie Program before. He was so distracted he realised Ji had spoken again.

"What? Ah, yes," he cleared his throat and looked back to the Valkyrie, wondering how it would preform in atmospheric flight compared to the Mk II, which had a far more angular fuselage, "I am, admittedly, both surprised and happy that Chief Covington saw it fit to let me keep my old position I had on the Resolve when I came aboard here. Then again... I realise it is likely a choice based on how many deck hands were evacuated as well, them needing a familiar face and someone who knows how to keep them motivated. Especially since they lost Chief Randall; our late Chief of the Deck."

Liam paused there, Erik's stern frown lingering in his mind - ever disapproving but just in most regards.

"I... understand you lost your Assistant Chief of the Deck before you came to Starbase 84," he said, remembering how Covington has mentioned a mutiny and how a couple of Mk II Valkyries had opened fire inside the flight hangar itself. In fact, Liam could still see traces of the repairs in the bulkheads and where the transparent blast shield walls had been replaced. "I'm sorry for your loss. I hear Chief Hansen was a good man."

Liam's blue eyes were drawn to Ji again, seeing what she was up to. "Shall we speak later, or is it okay if I help you out?"

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[ Devyrie "Dragon" Okhala (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Devyrie_Okhala,_callsign_%27%27Dragon%27%27) | AC-477 Valravn Cockpit | Lower Shuttle Bay > Fighter Assault Bay | Vector 03 > Vector 02 | USS Theurgy ]
Attn: @Even Angels Cry @Esyel @DocReno @Nolan @Josie @Doc M. @Kaligos
[Show/Hide]By the time Devyrie Okhala reached the pilots, Thomas Ravon had turned her way and greeted her. Dev's eyes had strayed to the two fully human women he'd spoken to, as well as the two males. In the company of the five, it did seem she stood out with her rather... exotic heritage. She chided herself to think that way, even if her appearance had constantly been a part of her upbringing. It was hard not to think of it, when children and parents both had always assumed the worst of her, just because of her fathers' people's animosity towards the Federation.

"We haven't," she said in her Alpha Centauri accent to her new Wolf Leader. She offered her hand to shake his in the common Earth fashion. "Devyrie Okhala, the pilot-half of Wolf-11. My RIO is back there. Vinnie Ferris, but the White Wolves called him Furry."

Having glanced back towards their Valravn fighter - which had prompted Vinnie to make a casual wave towards them - Devyrie turned back to Ravon and folded her arms underneath the chest-plating of her exosuit. "You can call me Dragon," she said, and then raised her Romulan eyebrows a little bit, "unless you make it customary to change callsigns for us new Lone Wolves?"

There was no challenge to her question, her tone almost as passionless as a Vulcan's. The new SCO was a fine male specimen, but she wasn't about to let a notion so primal distract her. "I'd hate to be called something else, since I've had my callsign since before my tours on the Repulse, the Farragut and Luna Base. The other pilots in the Academy began to call me Centauri Dragon once they learned where I was raised, and even in the Valravn Program, it still stuck."

Pausing, she glanced towards the deck hands that circled the new fighters in the hangar. "They have no idea what to do with them, do they?" she said in fleeting amusement, for it was not so much a question as it was a statement.

[CPO Eun Sae Ji | Fighter Assault Bay | Deck 16 | USS Theurgy]   @Auctor Lucan

Ji could understand the look in his eyes.  Herrold had it, that bug, that one that dug deep into the people that could appreciate and understand a beautiful machine like the one that was sitting in front of them.  It might not be the most beautiful thing in the world right now, but in time, given some care and work that it would very much be the beauty it had been before it had been in the battle recently.  Most of the outer work was done, she was now working on the inner things.  Like the nuts and the shield generator that had been fritzing out during it's last flight and that was just not going to fly here. 

Literally.

Ji watched as he came back to the conversation, and grinned.  She knew that look all too well because while she was the sort that really appreciated conversation, she much more appreciated the fine lines of a beautiful machine of flight.  It was one of the many reasons that she was doing the job that she did now.  The love for her machines, for fixing her flight squads, for all of the men and women that she kept safe by making sure their machines got them from point A to point B and survived the battle in between if possible.

He mentioned being surprised that he was allowed to keep his spot because he had initially been from the Resolve and she could understand that surprise.  She felt that most of the people that came over figured that they would have to forfeit their previous standings and more than that probably would not be as easily trusted.  They were good people, as far as she could tell, but that didn't mean that there wasn't a bad egg here and there.  But then, that was life.  Life gave you lemons so you could make lemonade and then they gave you rotten eggs that turned everything else into shit.  That was just how it was and you had to take one with the other because there was no other way to take it.

She felt bad for all the misplaced officers.  She had been sent to the Harbinger for a while because she and the Chief had been locked in a closet during the visit from the Ishtar entity and ended up having some awesome .. stellar sex.  Which meant that he got weird and sent her as far away as possible.  Which had fucking sucked until she got back here, then they had sex again and thus far, she hadn't been sent away.  He had held true to his word which was all she wanted.  She didn't like being sent away, she loved her job, her flight deck, her machines, and her work.  She even liked the pilots, for the most part, though some of them were as dense as fucking bricks.

“I'm sorry for your loss.” she said honestly.  Ji might be the sort that was quick with a curse and a snarky comment, but she had a heart too.  “Were you close to the Chief?” she asked curiously as she crossed her arms under her chest while they talked for a minute.  It was nice to meet the new guy, and she had a feeling that for the most part that would probably get along.  At least they were so far, she hadn't actually been an issue yet.  But give her time, she was certain she could give him a run for his money.

He mentioned the loss of her own Deck Chief, and she sighed softly raising a hand to brush the hair out of her face, which promptly fell right back down in the same spot the rebellious bitches that it was.  She gave a shrug.  “He was all right, I guess.  Not much for connecting with the people down here.  But that was just the kind of guy that he was.  Not bad.   Just not the sort that you made a friend out of either.  Regardless it sucks losing anyone.” she admitted as she looked away for a moment and then back over to him.  Her dark eyes latching onto his blue ones as he asked if they needed to speak later.  After all she was was busy.  But then, offered to help her. 

Can always use help. she thought to herself as she looked up at him.  He was quite a bit taller than her. 

“Definitely could use some help.” she admitted as she looked over Liam's shoulder and saw the massive form of Jim coming back into the room with a cart that was holding the parts that she had requested.  Jim looked at the man beside Ji as he looked over at her for a moment nodding to Liam.

“Jim, this is Liam, he's our chief of weaponry and armaments now, and second in command after Covington.  Better than Hansen so far,”  she chuckled with a shrug.

“Not hard to be better than that fucktard.” 

“Jim!  Aigoo!” She said as she sighed and shook her head, most of the people on deck were used to her Korean cursing and exclaimations.  This one just meant 'My God', in context.

“Sorry.  Sorry Chief, I got you those parts... and.. coffee?”

Ji's eyes narrowed.  “I don't see the coffee.” she said raising her brow. 

Jim grinned.  “Because I'm going to make it now, fresh, super newly replicated.” 

Ji grinned and dismissed him.  She then looked over at Liam again.  “I'd like help.  I'm replacing the shield generator and doing basic maintenance so this sucker will be ready to fly out again next battle.  You can help if you want to.” she smirked as she looked at the tray of parts that she had asked for.  The generator was a small device, that had some wires hanging off of it and connector pods that would snap into place into other connector pods creating a tight seal.  This seal was imperative to make sure that it could function in space.

“Ever installed one of these puppies before?”

[ Ens. Zrinka 'Rini' Agaixot (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Zrinka_Agaixot,_callsign_%22Honey_Badger%22) | Fighter Assault Bay | Vector 2 | Deck 16 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @CanadianVet, @Auctor Lucan, @Doc M., @Josie, @Havenborn, @Nolan
[Show/Hide]Rini grinned as she could Thomas's face smile and then she stopped smiling when he seemed to shift. Following him to where he stopped a few metres away, she knew this wasn't good.

She frowned when she found out that Miles hadn't made it. He was always interesting, and he hadn't gone too hard on her own quirky batshit crazy behaviour. He hadn't minded her flirting although nothing went further. He had known about her issues too but that she did her job. Rini had developed friendship for all the Lone Wolves, and that some had passed or going missing when she was sleeping, she felt bad.

She sighed, "Oh. He was a really good SCO, but I know you will do good here too. Aye, I understand. The docs have cleared me for duty, and I was going to go through the flight physical tests. Expect to see lots of reports about me on your desk."

Rini nodded as he moved in close and hugged him back, "Glad to be back. Sounds good." But really, it had shook her a bit more then she would want to admit.

Turning to look where Thomas was going, Rini looked the new pilot up and down, smiling. So far, there seemed to be a lot of new pilots and she knew it was good to replace lost squadron mates. Following on behind, Rini felt a little bit more subdued as she began trying to process it.

[ LT Cmdr Thomas Ravon | Fighter Assault Bay | Vector 2 | Deck 16 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Auctor Lucan  , @Josie  , @Triage , @Even Angels Cry , @Doc M. , @DocReno , @Esyel

He nodded at Rini's words as she stated Miles was a great leader "Thanks for the confidence. Though I imagine it'll be a challenge nevertheless." he answered to the brown haired beauty. He hoped she'd be fine and would probably check in on her later when all the hive activity would cool down a bit.

Once Ravon reached Dev, she extended her hand and he gladly accepted it as he shook it, giving enough pressure into it to come across as a confident man. "Welcome aboard and glad to meet you miss Okhala." he greeted her as she glanced over at her second half. The RIO waving at them as Ravon waved back with a smile. The eyes of the newly appointed SCO turning to Dev as she gave her his callsign and asked if she could retain it. He looked over her features as he straightened up and paused for a second before giving her his answer.

"I don't intend to change any of the callsigns. Would confuse the pilots you're used to work with as for the new pilots that haven't gotten acquainted with you, the call sign will probably stick." he answered her as he nodded over to her RIO "Same goes for your RIO and every other pilot in this squadron. The only callsign change I'm aware of is from Isley who turned from Maverick to Icarus." he clarified.

As she looked at the deck hands Thomas smirked a little "It's all new toys for them... I'm sure the chief will know what to do with your birds. Though I imagine you guys will have to point out to the deck hands if something is wrong with your fighters." he answered before he gazed back over the deck. His eyes glancing back at Dev to notice her exotic features once more, yet he refrained from calling it out to her in public. He'd do so on a private occasion.

[ Ens. Krystal "Meony" Tancredi (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Krystal_Tancredi,_callsign_%22Meony%22) | Fighter Assault Bay | Vector 2 | Deck 16 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @CanadianVet, @Auctor Lucan, @Doc M., @Josie, @Nolan & @Havenborn
[Show/Hide]Let it never be said that Tancredi paid no mind to her surroundings. If that were true, she would have been dead long ago. In this case, the sharp pilot didn't miss the way he looked at her hat and she quickly flipped the hat to hang behind her, then she answered him, “Shore did see 'em!” She glanced at the craft, admiring it and already imagining the customization she would love to have put on it...well, as much as was allowed anyway.

“Hollowdieck two, thuhtee minutes, duck aight, got it, y'got it!” She tossed a casual salute to the man with a lopsided grin, before turning her attentions to a tall, pretty woman dressed in the white collared uniform of Tactical CONN pilots. Accepting the offered hand and giving a strong pump, along with a pleasant smile, she answered her, “Mahtee fahn, hon, Ah'm Meony Tancredi, and howdy do, Bobo!”

Keeping her smile, she went on to answer the woman's offer, “Ah don' see whah not.” Just before Ravon steered Agaixot aside to talk to her in private. She glanced at Ahern and Havenborn, saying softly, “Dat tribble is cute. Ah want one.” then turned her attentions back to the SCO and the other pilot. She didn't strain to hear the words, nor did she really want to. The expressions told her enough. The man was delivering bad news, or a sad one. The two embraced, which told her that the woman was probably from Theurgy and had been out of action for a while. Once they were done talking she fully turned to study the bay.

“Shore is a lot bigger than ours, ain't it?” She said aloud, though aimed at no one in particular.

[ LT Daniel Havenborn | Vector 2, Deck 16 – Fighter Assault Bay | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @CanadianVet, @Auctor Lucan, @Doc M., @Josie, @Nolan, @Triage

Daniel and Uriah both stood at ease once Ravon had told them too, Uriah knew what Daniel expected of him and he wasn’t about to disappoint his friend and former SCO.  When asked about he Valravans Uriah shrugged his shoulders.  “They’re unique looking fighters, sir.  I can’t wait to see them in action.”  Uriah said.  Daniel on the other hand shook his head.  “I can’t say I think much of them sir.”  Daniel said, he really had more to say on the subject but now was neither the time nor the place for such a discussion.

Daniel nodded when Ravon stated that he felt Daniel should take lead on the mission set for tomorrow.  “Thank you sir, I won’t let you down.”  He said.  “I assume there’s going to be a briefing later with more details but may I ask who the other pilots that have been selected are?”  Daniel said.  If he knew who was assigned to the mission he would have a good idea as to how to deploy his temporary flight.  Hopefully they’d have an uneventful mission and they could get back safely.

Daniel nodded to Krystal as she fell into line with him and Uriah.  As other pilots walked up and introduced themselves to Commander Ravon, Daniel couldn’t help but notice that one of the pilots had what was unmistakably a Tribble.  While he wanted to say that the Tribble was not part of the uniform and thus was a violation of regulations he kept his mouth shut, he wasn’t an SCO anymore and as far as he knew she wasn’t in his Flight so she was someone else’s problem.  “Why would you want one of those abominations?”  Daniel asked quietly.  He had read up on Tribbles during his time at the academy and he agreed with the Klingon assessment of the species.

[ CPO Liam Herrold (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Liam_Herrold) | Fighter Assault Bay | Deck 16 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy ]
Attn: @Blue Zephyr @SummerDawn @CanadianVet 
[Show/Hide]When asked if he was close to Erik Randall, Liam honestly didn't know how to describe it at first. Then he remembered how they'd started out, and how long it had been since he spoke to someone that wasn't Resolve crew.

"It... took our ship three years to return to the Federation. During these years, both Randall and I climbed in rank on the Resolve's flight deck, and we were eventually promoted to Chief Petty Officers." Pale blue eyes wandering the deck and Eun Sae Ji, he tried not to get lost in the memories. "We lost a lot of people. Skirmishes with hostile aliens, or by other spatial phenomenons. Erik Randall became the new Chief of the Deck, while I took on the role of Weapons Maintenance Chief. Despite how we were of the same rank, I reported to Erik, and our working relationship didn’t really affect our friendship. On the Resolve, every day was about survival, and chain of command on the flight deck was more or less just a formality. I... miss him. Took me the whole night to get it through my thick skull that he's actually gone."

Before he got any further, and actually being quite relieved he didn't have to talk about Randall, Chief Ji's mechanic showed up, and Liam put his hands on his hips and waited for the exchange to finish, greeting the wide-shouldered man with a smile and a nod. Handsome fellow, Liam noted, but thought no more of it as he turned back to Eun Sae Ji. It seemed she did want his help with the shield generator.

"Of course I'd want to," he said with a smile and unzipped his jumpsuit, pulling his arms loose from the sleeves and tying them low around his hips. His white undershirt was newly replicated, with no dirt of grime on it yet. "I mean, how could I refuse a chance to get up close and personal with a beauty like this?"

Ignorant of the double meaning of his words, he stepped up to Chief Ji, reaching past her while facing her to pick up the shield generator... and then he simply turned away from her and made towards the ladder that would take him to the dorsal side of the Mk III Valkyrie. After the short climb, he looked across the hull plating to find the hole where the small shield generator was to be mounted. As he began to connect the wires, he saw that the grey maintenance access hatch to the engine pit was open, and it made him smirk in self-consciousness - remembering what he and K'Ren had ended up doing in the engine pit of her Mk II just before the battle. At least Neko was still alive, Liam happy to have been able to get her to Sickbay in time, even if Erik Randall was gone.

"Are you heading down into the maintenance pit or should I close the hatch?" he called in question down to Ji, since keeping it open could make either of them trip and fall on the slick hull.

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[ Devyrie "Dragon" Okhala (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Devyrie_Okhala,_callsign_%27%27Dragon%27%27) | AC-477 Valravn Cockpit | Fighter Assault Bay | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy ]
Attn: @Even Angels Cry @Esyel @Triage @DocReno @Nolan @Josie @Doc M. @Kaligos @Havenborn
[Show/Hide]Gratified to hear she and Furry would keep their callsigns, Devyrie nodded to the SCO in regard to helping the deck crew. While amusing to see them try to make some sense out of James Knight's latest fighter design, she knew that she and the rest would have to help out as best as they might, lest their birds would not get the kind of care they needed. With the kind of phaser emitters and conduits loaded into the wings of the Valravn fighters, and given the fact that they were prototypes, there were likely plenty of maintenance issues to sort out. After all, the AC-477 Valravn had yet to see mass production.

While listening to Ravon, Devyrie noticed how the brunette in a duty uniform and... a colourful tribble on her shoulder was giving her a once-over. At first, expecting the worst because she usually got the evil eye from Starfleet officers, Devyrie had meant to deliver a scathing remark. But then... she saw how the human was smiling to her, and it was the kind of smile that... well... told a different story altogether. Blinking with her green eyes, Dev wasn't sure what to say when given such open predilection from a fellow Tactical CONN officer, but at the very least, she supposed she'd introduce herself, not sure if the woman had heard her name when she spoke with Ravon.

"Devyrie Okhala," she said, giving the brunette a smile of her own, but even if she wanted to, she could not quite match the look she'd been given. Nonetheless, she stepped past Ravon to extend her hand in the Earth fashion to the woman as well. "Or you can call me Dragon. I didn't spot you at the briefing at noon. Were you hurt in the battle?"

Having taken the step to speak with the woman who had eyed her the way she had, Devyrie's gaze lingering on the endearing tribble on her shoulder, her green eyes then shifted to the redhead with the hat and the one called Havenborn. What was the name of the woman? Tancredi? She thought that was the name she'd noted at the briefing. The redhead seemed to be admiring the flight deck, which meant she was likely from the Resolve.

"Bigger than the one on the Orcus too," she said, the light shimmering across her exosuit as she turned to look at the big area on the ship. "Of course, Luna Base was bigger, but that might be expected, so for a starship, this is quite impressive. It looks a little bit worse for wear, though, so I'd say it has seen its fair share of use... but that just means it got character."

Then, Devyrie's eyes fell on the far bulkhead of the hangar, and she paused. "Has... there been fighting in here? Or did one of your pilots open fire with their pulse phasers when landing? I mean, those markings... Those kind of repairs are usually done on the hull of the ship... not the bulkheads."

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OOC: Dev is referring to the battle scars - while repaired - from when two Harbinger pilots opened fire against the Lone Wolves officers during the mutiny of Episode 03. Big mess, and one that Rini wouldn't know anything about. Only Ravon could explain those, or either of the other Theurgy pilots, should they appear at this point.

[CPO Eun Sae Ji | Flight Deck | Deck 16 | USS Theurgy] @Auctor Lucan

She could not imagine having been in Liam's shoes.  Fighting aliens, running from this and that, space fights, and everything that they could to actually get back to the Federation.  Now they were stuck with the Theurgy and it wasn't the most stunning example of the Federation since they had been ostracized from it.  They too were on the run from the Federation.  Who caught up to them from time to time.  She felt that her job, as a mechanic, was probably one of the safer ones on the ship, but there were times she wished that she could put forth more of a helping hand.  But then, she remembered that without her and her boys there wouldn't be solid fighters for the others to use.

They were friends, him Erik.  She felt bad that he had lost his friend.  She had lost some in her line of work, just knowing Fleeters and the people around them, before they were lost in battle, or in an attack.  It wasn't ever easy, but that didn't stop her from making new friends and expanding the arm of her family that way.  She wanted to be with them as much as she could because they were the family that she had while she was away from home and Korea.  She missed her Omma and her Appa, but she wasn't able to see or talk to them right now, which was really hard on her.  Koreans were big on families and it was hard to be separate from them right now.

“I'm sorry for your loss.” she said as he tried to come back to himself.  Right before Jim came back with the parts that she needed for the fighter that she was next to. 

She could appreciate his love for the fighter though.  The fucker was a beauty and she loved working on them.  They were streamline and massive and just the kind of thing that she loved to do what she could in.  She truly enjoyed the fact that her literal job was to climb into these fuckers and replace the parts that she needed to, keep them going, and enjoy what she could do with them.  She loved finding ways to make them better, more surprising, more stealthy, it wasn't always easy but there were sometimes that she came up with good ideas. 

“Yeah this fucker is one of the best.” she admitted as he took the shield generator from her and headed up on the massive staircase to get to the large engine compartment where the generator needed to go.  He began to plug in all the wires and the conduits that would join properly with the receiving conduits to create the complete circuits needed to get shit done and pop a shield up on this sucker.  She brushed her hair out of her face and she headed around the fighter and watched as he began to connect it, then mentioned the maintenance hatch. 

“Actually I was going to slip in and do a quick diagnostic on the systems.” she admitted as she looked over at the hatch and then scaled the same stairs as he had before she carefully slid into the open engine hatch and quickly took out her PADD so that she could hook it up to the fighter's main computer components.  She could do it from the cockpit as well but this would give her a comprehensive view of what was going on with all the systems, and make sure that the shield generator was going to work once it was actually attached.

“When you have it hooked up let me know, I'm going to run a quick diagnostic.” she called from inside the Engine compartment.

[ Ens. Zrinka 'Rini' Agaixot (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Zrinka_Agaixot,_callsign_%22Honey_Badger%22) | Fighter Assault Bay | Vector 2 | Deck 16 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @CanadianVet, @Auctor Lucan, @Doc M., @Josie, @Havenborn, @Nolan, @Even Angels Cry, @Esyel, @Blue Zephyr
[Show/Hide]Zrinka had noted earlier that one of the other pilots had seemed to be a little bit uncomfortable about her, and she suspected her didn't approve of her - which didn't really matter. She heard him speaking, and on her shoulder, Bobo bounced and squeaked, making some rather rude sounds. Making a mental note to do some audio recordings later, Rini patted Bobo, "Calm down, Bobo. Some people have not taste. But you probably shouldn't do that."

Turning to Dev, she smiled, "Nice to meet you, I'm Zrinka Agaixot, but I go by Rini or Honey Badger. I've been in stasis for awhile and only got out today. Mainly just some flesh wound burns and a minor spearing, but all good now. I've been aboard since the beginning, and glad to see the squadron expanded."

Looking around, she grinned, "It is quite impressive and sure beats the size of a Sovereign I was on previously. I'm not really sure how that happened and I seriously doubt the chief left it like that when I crash-landed ages ago, so it's possible recent damage. He's a good guy, Covington, and we are really lucky to have him."

She made a mental note to go and check in with him later to see how he was going, and make sure he was still okay with her helping out with maintaining her fighter - well, whatever new one she got assigned. Zrinka had been flying Valkyries for awhile, and gotten to know a lot about them. She was pretty sure that her old one would have been completely trashed and it would probably be a new one. So she would have to relearnt all the intricacies and nuances of a new one.  Some pilots couldn't really tell, but for her flight style, she absolutely had to learn the upper limits of what it could do because she never knew exactly when it could be neccessary. Musing, she knew that she would probably need to go sneaking down with some paint cans too.

[ CWO1 Sten Covington | Flight Deck | Deck 16 | USS Theurgy] @Auctor Lucan @Blue Zephyr @Havenborn @Nolan

The work in the fighter bay was proceeding apace.  The remaining Mk III Valkyries were getting worked over, and the ones they had secured from Black Opal were being rolled out.  The word had come in early they had to be put into service and they would start replacing the butchered Mk II birds that had been recently acquired.  And that would take some time.  Granted, each and every single one of those new fighters needed some serious assembly, its power plant brought online, the antimatter and fuel pods filled and weapons brought online.  It meant welding, bolting, testing and just general grunt work making sure everything was properly lined up. 

But there were some caveats, one that desperately needed addressing sooner rather than later.  And that meant he needed his senior types with him right now.  And it seemed that Ji and Herrold were talking to each other right now.  Well, time to interrupt the little gathering and he walked up to them.  "Herrold, Ji, with me.  We're about to have a little bit of excitement here."

Leading both Chiefs, he headed towards the other knot, the one where a certain Mk II crew was hanging out.  "Havenborn, SCO, the spaceframe types have been going over the Mk II's we got on board, and looks like Havenborn's bird is the one that's got the best bones right now.  We'll be ready to start ripping the guts out of it and shoehorn some Mk III components in there as soon as we get the designs looked over and we run some simulations."

At one time, there had been two members of the Valkyrie design programs on Theurgy.  However, Reenan Cooper had gotten killed in the second engagement with the Calamity on Theta Eridani IV, which left only Sten Covington as a true subject matter expert on those designs.  But while he was no designing engineer, he had a few notions about how to go about that purpose. 

[ Tessa May Lance (http://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Tessa_May_Lance,_callsign_%22Goldeneye%22) | Fighter Assault Bay | Vector 2 | Deck 16 | USS Theurgy ]Attn: @CanadianVet, @Auctor Lucan, @Josie, @Havenborn, @Nolan

Dashing through the corridors of Deck Sixteen was a flustered woman in her mid-twenties whose white collar indicated that she was a Tactical CONN officer.  Lieutenant Tessa May Lance had been trying to visit her squadmate Evelyn Rawley but had been stonewalled.  Dejected, she had forgotten the time and had gone to the Spearhead lounge to eat ice cream.  Now she was tearing down the corridor attempting to get the Flight Deck in time.  “Oh... I'm late!  Get outta the way!” she cried.  “Make a hole!  Excuse me…” she moaned as she accidentally bumped into a crewman going about his duties.  The man lost control of his Antigravity dolly and tumbled to the deck, spilling his load of hydraulic fluid cylinders.  “I’m awfully sorry!” she called behind her. 

Tessa attempted to skid to a halt just outside the Flight Deck and walk in casually but the doors slid open and she stumbled into the flight deck like she was an extra at a clown show.   She trotted up to Thomas Ravon heedless of the fact that he was currently speaking to Devyrie Okhala.  “Lieutenant… Lieutenant junior grade Tessa May Lance reporting for duty sir,” she announced weakly as she slumped forward to clasp her knees and try to catch her breath.

[CPO Eun Sae Ji | Flight Deck | Deck 16 | USS Theurgy]  @Auctor Lucan @CanadianVet  @Havenborn

She was sitting just inside the Engine Compartment, with one of her legs, yellow jumpsuit hanging slightly as she waited for the go ahead from Liam.  She appreciated the help, most of the time she liked to work alone because it just meant that she knew that everything had been done properly.  But she was willing to have a work partner from time to time and it gave her a chance to see what Liam was actually good at and if he was the sort that she could count on in her times of need. 

Though a new voice interjected itself into her moment.  She tucked her head outside of the fighter engines' compartment and looked at none other than Covington.  A voice she knew well.  A body she knew well.  Though she had a feeling that it was over.  Whatever had happened between them, he wasn't hell bent on continuing it, and that was fine.  She didn't want to push it and she felt that there was too much awkwardness with their past history and their first time together for there to be a good basis for a relationship.

That and he never seemed to seek her out.

“Sure thing.” 

Ji hopped out of the compartment and down onto the deck plating below waiting for Herrold to come with her so that they could both follow him at the same time. She followed after Sten, walking smoothly behind him.  Brushing her short hair out of her face as they ended up in another spot of the flight deck.  He seemed to be all business and that was fine with her.  She looked up at the Mk II where it stood and let out a long low whistle as she looked at it.  Sten began speaking talking of upgrading the fucker and using MkIII parts instead of II.  Which would bring it closer to actual current specs and allow for it to get much more use.

Fuck me sideways Sten... she thought to herself.  You just want to keep me in grease and parts for the next year of my fucking life. she sighed softly as she brushed her hair out of her face.  She really needed to find a way to fix her bangs out of her face but that was something that she wasn't going to fuck with at this exactly moment.  She bit her lower lip in thought as she looked up at the massive fighter.  She did love a project and obviously didn't mind getting her hands dirty when it was necessary, or .. not necessary she just enjoyed her job and enjoyed everything that she did with it.  She also had a good crew to work with, and Liam seemed like he would fit the mold as well once he got settled and comfortable with the rest of the crew.

“Do you have the design work all ready?” Ji asked her boss, she didn't stick with sirs and shit like that unless she felt that it was warranted.  Most of the time, it wasn't, most of the time she talked to those that she worked with like normal people and she would insert rank when it was necessary.  She wanted to see the designs if he had them though, because being the specialist that dealt with power and propulsion she would love to get at least a temporary glance at their main plan.  At least have a game plan going in on this fucker before she actually began carving it into the beauty that it was going to be.

[ Ens. Krystal "Meony" Tancredi (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Krystal_Tancredi,_callsign_%22Meony%22) | Fighter Assault Bay | Vector 2 | Deck 16 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @CanadianVet, @Auctor Lucan, @Doc M., @Josie, @Nolan & @Havenborn
[Show/Hide]Sighing, Tancredi gave her former SCO a patient look, her lip tilted on one side, then she jerked a thumb towards the tribble, “First of,” said the Texan, “if them hahr-ups okayed 'em, Ah'm pretty shore it don't multiplah th'way them furballs normally do. 'at means it's neutered. So now it's safe an' cute! So Ah want one.”

Resting her palms over her hips, she glanced around and nodded at the various pilots who responded to her statement about the Theurgy's size, but when Okhala mentioned the damage, her eyes scanned the bulkheads and walls, and she began to pick out the signs, and her hackles began to rise, though she maintained her casual smile, never betraying that something had her worried or paranoid all over again. It struck her then that they were still close to the Romulan border, and that lot always had something going on. It was a wonder they didn't have more encounters than what the Resolve did.

She made an unmistakable action of reaching for a pistol over her right thigh in a quickdraw only to freeze mid turn when she realized that she wasn't being attacked, but instead, there was an out-of-breath woman named Lance catching her breath and introducing herself, “Saints, man!” said Tancredi, “Where's th'fahr?”

LT JG Alessia Garcia, Callsign "Angel" (https://orig11.deviantart.net/479b/f/2016/363/c/9/alessia_garcia_row1_by_auctor_lucan-datcl6s.png[color=skyblue)| Fighter Assault Bay | Vector 2 | Deck 16 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Nolan, @Auctor Lucan , @Esyel , @Havenborn , @Triage , @CanadianVet , @Doc M. , @Josie , @Blue Zephyr
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Alessia landed her Valravn in the new fighter bay and killed the engines.  Someone would maneuver her ship into it's slot soon.  For now though, she had brought her bird over as requested.. even if she'd gotten a late start doing it.  Tardiness was unlike Alessia, though she usually had good reason when it happened.  As her cockpit opened and she climbed out of the pilots seat, alone, that reason was made quite clear.  Her Andorian RIO, Sehl, was not with her. 

Alessia removed her helmet once she was on the ground and fastened it to a hook on the ladder she used to enter and exit her craft.  She scanned the deck for the gathering that should have taken place several minutes ago.  Her eyes spotted Dev's unmistakeable white locks and immediately headed over.  Her dark brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail today, and it swung freely as she raised a hand in greeting to her fellow crewmates.  As she neared, she noticed others present whom she'd not met in any official capacity yet.

Alessia gave a slight nod to Dev once she joined the group, but directed her attention towards Ravon.  "My apologies for the delay, Jefe¹.  I was waiting for Sehl th'Chilnes , my RIO, but he failed to report so I flew the bird in alone.  The ship's computer informed me upon arrival here that Sehl was admitted to the infirmary last night with an illness.  A diagnosis was not given, and it may be a day or two before he is well enough to fly.  Pero², I knew it was important to move my ship, so I did.  I hope I didn't miss anything muy importante³?" 

She cast a cursory glance around at the other people and crafts in the room.  Most were unknown to her, but this wasn't surprising.  Her sole remaining reason for being on the Theurgy was Ravon.  She didn't know the other pilots or their RIOs, and she had barely interacted with any non-Orcus crew since arriving.  This was something she intended to remedy immediately, and there was no time like the present to break the ice.

"Hola.⁴.  It's nice to meet you all.  Mi nombre es⁵ Alessia Garcia, or Angel if you prefer.  Usually, I would have my RIO by my side, but he is feeling ill and is resting in sickbay.  It is a pleasure to work with you all and i hope we build a bond muy fuerte⁶."

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1. Jefe = Chief/Boss
2. pero = but
3. muy importante = very important
4. Hola = Hello
5. Mi nombre es = My name is
6. bond muy fuerte = very strong bond

[ CPO Liam Herrold (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Liam_Herrold) | Fighter Assault Bay | Deck 16 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy ]
Attn: 1)@Nolan 2) @Havenborn 3) @CanadianVet 4) @Blue Zephyr
[Show/Hide]Liam had been about to answer Eun Sae Ji when his new COD approached, and quite unceremoniously, he asked Ji and him to accompany him. The light surprise made him raise his eyebrows, but he quickly finished up with the shield generator - taking him a mere few seconds to do at that point - and sealed it tight. He grabbed the edge of the wing and swung his legs over the side, hanging a few feet over the ground before he safely dropped down on the flight deck. Still wondering what was going on, he caught up with Ji and Covington before they reached the gathering of Tac CONN officers. Only then did he hear the COD announce what was up, and his eyebrows climbed a bit further before he plastered on an impassive face.

Oh, Daniel won't like having his wings clipped for sake of an upgrade, one he likely doesn't think he need, and even if it's just temporary, thought Liam, clenching his jaw as he looked between the grizzled veteran of the Valkyrie program and the former SCO of the Grey Wolves. It was hardly the most diplomatic approach he'd heard, and he reckoned 'diplomacy' was something that was in fact not mentioned in Covington's file. First day, and he was pit between his old and new crew?

Ji mostly seemed concerned with the amount of work involved, and the complicated aspect of the upgrade of the Mk II. Her question he could answer, though. "I know every inch of Salvo's and Knight's bird, Chief. Our voyage didn't exactly have spare parts in every new sector we crossed, but we used what we could find, and indeed, I know for a fact that she is in good shape nonetheless. Doesn't exactly meet the Mk II specifications anymore though..."

Liam glanced towards Salvo and Knight, hoping they didn't feel he was betraying them.

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[ Devyrie "Dragon" Okhala (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Devyrie_Okhala,_callsign_%27%27Dragon%27%27) | Fighter Assault Bay | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy ]
Loose PO: 1) @Josie 2) @Doc M. 3) @Triage 4) @Even Angels Cry
[Show/Hide]It seemed Honey Badger didn't know what had happened to the back of the Flight Deck either, and before anyone else could answer, another human ran up to them and reported for duty, obviously late for something. Looking towards Commander Ravon, she couldn't quite tell what she'd been late for, and the redhead from the Resolve even asked where the fire was at. Devyrie glanced towards the woman's hair, thinking she knew, but didn't comment - enjoying the idle humour for herself.

Ravon, however, barely had time to acknowledge the woman by the name Lance before a very known face showed up. Devyrie's face animated in a small smile, seeing Angel steal the show by announcing her presence to the new SCO. Alessia and Devyrie had shared a drink in Below Decks the night before, and though they had been weary from battle and worried about their choices, right then - in that lounge - the world had made sense to Devyrie. She inclined her head to Angel, and gave her a knowing smile.

Yet as if the amiable situation - this beginning of a bond to be made between three different squadrons - was too good to be true, an older human approached together with a younger man and woman. Fighter Bay Ops on the Theurgy, and they were talking about the Mk II. The implication was likely that the pilot and his RIO might get their wings cut, and Devyrie sympathised with the ones called Salvo and Knight. There really wasn't anything she could do, though, figuring that the new SCO would have to handle that delicate matter.

"Lance, you say?" she said and turned away from the SCO, Fighter Bay Ops and the two Mk II officers. She remembered that name from the tactical logs from the battle at Starbase 84. She narrowed her eyes, trying to remember. "Goldeneye, right? As I recall, you and this other pilot - Ghost - took on the USS Chester all by yourselves. You took turns with those tetryon pulse cannons, alternating between cutting the shields and cutting the hull behind the shreds. Those were some impressive manoeuvres..."

Devyrie held out the gauntlet of her hand to Goldeneye. "... and bold. Devyrie Okhala, or Dragon. I look forward to flying with you and Ghost both. Is she coming down here as well?"

In the corner of her eye, she saw Honey Badger, Meony and Angel close by, likely also leaving the discussion of the Mk II to Ravon and the Chief of the Deck to sort out. Suddenly, she realised where she'd noticed the redhaired human's callsign. Her green eye shifted back to Meony, doing a double-take when she realised that the woman had joined the fray whilst piloting an ungainly, old shuttle.

Oh, she has to be as mad as she looks...

[ Tessa May Lance (http://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Tessa_May_Lance,_callsign_%22Goldeneye%22) | Fighter Assault Bay | Vector 2 | Deck 16 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Nolan, @Auctor Lucan , @Esyel , @Havenborn , @Triage  @CanadianVet, @Even Angels Cry, @Josie , @Blue Zephyr 

"Lance, you say?"  asked the woman talking to Ravon whose ash blonde dreadlocks were combed back from a high forehead that featured cranial ridges that made her look like she was half Romulan.

“Yeah,” Tessa gasped as she grasped her knees and tried to catch her breath.  “That’s me.”

"Goldeneye, right?  As I recall, you and this other pilot - Ghost - took on the USS Chester all by yourselves. You took turns with those tetryon pulse cannons, alternating between cutting the shields and cutting the hull behind the shreds. Those were some impressive manoeuvres and bold,” the Valravn pilot continued as she extended her gauntleted hand to Tessa.  Devyrie Okhala, or Dragon. I look forward to flying with you and Ghost both. Is she coming down here as well?"

Tessa took the other woman’s hand and stood up straight.  The look of horrified anguish on Goldeneye’s face made it her appear to be witnessing a death.  “G-g-ghost w-won’t b-be j-joining us,” she stammered as she tried to blink back the tears.  This was a first impression.  Tessa had to put a lid on her emotions and lock her grief in a box until she was alone or at least until her new squad mates had gotten to know her.  “She-she-she h-had an ah-ah-accident,” she stuttered as one of her tears escaped her topaz yellow eyes and trickled down her cheek.  An accident?  Is that was she was calling it?  She couldn’t tell Okhala that Evelyn had been attacked by some of her shipmates who had formed a religion around the ship’s official time traveler.  Then she’d know that after five months on the run from the Federation that everybody aboard the Theurgy were going space happy.  “Yeah, it was a tragic… accident…” she stammered as her topaz yellow eyes filled up with tears. 

Before Devyrie knew it Tessa was putting her arms around her and crying on her shoulder.  “W-why?  Why does so many bad things happen to us?   Evelyn survived everything that’s been thrown at us only to be taken down by something so stupid!  She came back from Starbase 84 for crying out loud!  It’s not f-fair!”

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OOC:  I'm assuming that Tessa heard about what happened to Ghost and when she visited sickbay that some loose lipped orderly let slip what really happened to Evelyn regardless of any cover story that might or might not be circulating.

[ Lt Cmdr Thomas Ravon | Fighter Assault Bay | Vector 2 | Deck 16 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Auctor Lucan  , @Josie  , @Triage , @Even Angels Cry , @Doc M. , @DocReno , @Esyel

"Briefing will follow later on lieutenant." he answered Havenborn as his eyes scanned the deck. The damage to the bulkheads was still a sore reminder of the events from the mutiny. Devyrie brought it up and Thomas would answer her. "It''s a reminder of what happened when we ran from Calamity and hooked up with the Harbinger... After our escape from Theta-" He got cut short from replying any further when he saw a familiar face rush up to them. "Lance... Glad you could make it." She seemed out of breath and somewhat tired from the run. He watched her trail of chaos that she left from running and he couldn't help but smile a tad amused by her nature as he tapped her on the back "Cardio huh?"

The eyes of the newly appointed SCO were resting on Tessa as he was about to ask if she was alright before yet another friendly face appeared. He looked at Alessia as she got out of her own Valravn when she landed it and walked towards the group. He noticed the lack of a RIO and it didn't take long before she informed him about the condition of her RIO and he nodded "Heard a couple of people have gotten that bug..." he answered to the Hispanic pilot as he nodded for her apology and delay. "Hope he gets better soon Alessia." he smiled before the voice of God sounded through the FAB.

The timing was not exactly impeccable, yet the way Covington addressed to gut the ship as a whole to get new components in would probably not sit well with the Mk II pilot. Ravon glanced over at Daniel before nodding at Sten. "Sten, before you start ripping the bird into pieces. I need his fighter up and ready for a mission tomorrow." Ravon informed him as he had to thread lightly now in order to not cause a shout out scene between the two people. He listened to Liam and glanced over at Ji as he figured the four of them could probably make the mark two into something better, they just had to get on the same page.

"Also, a request for both you Sten and your crew and Daniel. Considering the words of mister... Herrold? Right?" he asked as he looked over at Liam, he was still trying to wrap the names up of various new crew member, yet thought he had gotten it right. "The ship lieutenant Havenborn is flying isn't exactly standard anymore. How instead of gutting it entirely you check which pieces can be retained and if needed upgraded? I mean, the man has put some time in fine tuning his ship, the least we can do is have him help and look along in the upgrade of his bird." Thomas negotiated, wondering if it would be acceptable for both parties or if he had to push on and eventually mediate this situation.

In the meantime Tessa broke down it seemed against Devyrie and Thomas looked worried at his new pack. He looked back at Daniel, Sten, Ji and Liam and awaited their answers to see how the situation would unfold. He crossed his arms in the meantime, as his expression turned from relaxed to more concerned and more into a game face as if he was flying his ship.

[ Ens. Zrinka 'Rini' Agaixot (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Zrinka_Agaixot,_callsign_%22Honey_Badger%22) | Fighter Assault Bay | Vector 2 | Deck 16 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @CanadianVet, @Auctor Lucan, @Doc M., @Josie, @Havenborn, @Nolan, @Even Angels Cry, @Esyel, @Blue Zephyr
[Show/Hide]Zrinka moved from where she had been standing when she heard Tessa crying and leaning on Devyrie, and felt her heart both feel a bit happy and sadd. She was glad that another of the orignal Lone Wolves was still around, but she also knew that it had really been hard for the Lieutenant.

She really wasn't that good with crying as she couldn't understand why people didn't put it past them, but Rini could tell that doing something was neccessary. Heading over to where Devyrie and Tessa were, Zrinka put a hand on Tessa's shoulder, "Tessa, I'm sorry about what happened about Evelyn. It isn't right but she would want you to go on regardless."

Zrinka really wasn't sure that was the right thing to say, and she could have kicked herself. There was not something that she was really good at.

[ Tessa May Lance (http://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Tessa_May_Lance,_callsign_%22Goldeneye%22) | Fighter Assault Bay | Vector 2 | Deck 16 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Nolan, @Auctor Lucan, @Esyel, @Havenborn, @Triage, @CanadianVet,  @Even Angels Cry, @Josie, @Blue Zephyr

"Tessa, I'm sorry about what happened about Evelyn. It isn't right but she would want you to go on regardless."

“Rini!” Tessa broke out of Devyrie’s confused embrace to glomp Ensign Zrinka Agaixot.  “You’re alive!  You’re alive! Tessa gushed as she hugged Zrinka Agaixot.  “We lost just about everybody at Starbase 84 but you’re ALIVE!” she cheered.

Zrinka 'Rini' Agaixot had been part of the old squad until wounds she sustained during the Theurgy’s first battle with the Calamity injured her so severely that the docs were forced to put her in stasis.  Evidently the folks working in cryostorage needed the space for here was Zrinka Agaixot walking in the land of the living again. 

“Omigoshi!  It’s so good to see you!” Tessa chirped as her topaz yellow eyes lit up and she drew back to smile at the older woman.  “Oh wow, Rini, you don’t know how rough it’s been!  We lost Iron Fox, and Hat Trick, and Outrider, and Game...  For crying out loud Hurl was my wingman and I can hardly remember his face or that funny little laugh of his!  And Kanti McTavish, she transferred from shuttle piloting and she didn’t last anytime at all!  And poor Ghost was injured so bad after she got back they put her in stasis!  But at least you’re back, Rini!  We still have you!!” she cooed she clasped her hands and beamed at Zrinka.

[ CWO1 Sten Covington | Flight Deck | Deck 16 | USS Theurgy] @Auctor Lucan @Blue Zephyr  @Havenborn  @Nolan

Covington was not known for his soft approach to delivering information.  In fact, he was known to be rather direct, and he did not coddle the sensibilities of those he addressed.  Oh, he could be polite, and he could be supportive all right.  But one thing he was not was one to sugar-coat anything.  And in this case, it had been determined that Salvo and his RIO were too good a team to split up, thus effectively taking one fighter off the line, but that could be compensated for...

And once he announced his plan, Herrold was the first one to speak.  But then again, he had an impression that one would have something to say, and he'd hoped he would.  Sten Covington was Chief of the Deck and he was intimately familiar with everything to do with anything that ever came out of the Valkyrie programs.  But he was no specialist, not in any of the components.  Oh, he could fix any of them all right and he was judged to be an expert in systems integration and maintenance, but he also recognized there were those better-versed in various systems than he.  And that with the destruction of the Resolve, Herrold was the closest thing he had to complete maintenance records on those birds. 

And then, he turned to the Weapons and Ordnance Chief.  "Herrold, I knew there was a reason I told you to come along."  There was a hint of a grin on Sten's face.  That boy had potential on the job, and if he wasn't willing to speak up, he was no good to the Chief of the Deck beyond just making sure the right parts got the right work.  Turning back to the SCO, he nodded.

"SCO, right now the plan was based just on spaceframe integrity; like Herrold said, all the birds from Resolve have some seriously mangled guts and it'll take some time to do an analysis on that.  But right now the plan is to make sure that thing can keep up with the Mk III's and have something like the same kind of combat endurance, and close to the effectiveness.  Only thing I know she'll need for sure is a whole new power plant and power distribution system, impulse drive and a serious computer upgrade.  Everything else will be shoehorning and replacing as needed.  But like I said, so far I don't even have a finalized design, and I'll want to run some simulations before we crack hull."

There was no doubting Covington's expertise, and his involvement with the design aspects of the Valkyries was well known, but he was not above making one admission.  "Damn I wish Mister Cooper was still alive.  He was an egghead, but he was probably the best person around to ask about making a Mark 2-and-a-half fighter."

[ Lt. JG Devyrie Okhala (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Devyrie_Okhala,_callsign_%22Dragon%22) | Fighter Assault Bay | Deck 16 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Triage @Josie @Doc M. @Even Angels Cry
[Show/Hide]Devyrie had definitely not expected the kind of reaction that she got from the Lone Wolf when she had mentioned the name of Evelyn Rawley. It was not until Goldeneye bemoaned the fate of the officer that Dev remembered the rumours about what had happened the night before. She had picked up on the rumour that some kind of cult had been attacking people aboard the Theurgy, and that one of the pilots had been a target, but the rest she had just learned from the clearly distraught pilot in her arms.

Bewildered as to how she might handle the situation, she had looked towards Angel with raised eyebrows for a moment, and as if by reflex, she had hugged the human back and patted her back with her gauntleted hand - the movements hesitant and awkward.

"From what I saw in the logs, I... I'm sure she was a fin-" she began to say, but got no further before the other pilot, Honey Badger, spoke up and drew the attention Lance. Her embrace suddenly vacated, Dragon lowered her arms and cleared her throat. She blinked, and turned to speak with Angel about these Devoted, but the one with the callsign Meony was the one she made eye-contact with. She appeared quite a fiesty human female, more so than what Dev was accustomed to. Perhaps it was just a cultural clash between her Alpha Centauri upbringing and whatever place on Earth this Krystal Tancredi had been raised. Nonetheless, since her current stand-point was that she'd fly with the Lone Wolves until any new information about the Theurgy and its mission was uncovered, she would attempt to do what Angel had suggested - giving them all the benefit of the doubt.

It just felt so wrong, due to the way her father had raised her; to remain the sceptic.

"Pardon me asking, for I do not presume anything," she said, and smiled as she crossed her arms underneath the gleaming plating that covered her chest, "but what kind of madness compelled you to fly a Type 8 shuttle into battle back at Starbase 84? Granted, the Resolve looked like it was falling apart around your ears. Did you simply not reach your fighter in time?"

Odd as these new pilots seemed, all in their own regard - ranging from rainbow-coloured tribbles to wearing all their emotions on their sleeves - Devyrie had a feeling that... Well, it was too early to presume anything, and especially since she still had to verify the claims that fuelled the mission of the Theurgy, but... for all their differences as wolves of three different packs...

...they were still the same breed.

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OOC: Waiting for @Havenborn before posting with Liam Herrold in this thread. :)

[CPO Eun Sae Ji | Fighter Assault Bay | Deck 16 | USS Theurgy]
@Auctor Lucan @CanadianVet @Doc M.

She could sense the tensity coming from the man beside her.  Ji's lovely brown eyes that could turn from expressive and open to hard and probing in moments shifted over to see Liam.  She wasn't sure what was going through his mind, but then, it hardly mattered.  Sten was talking and her eyes shifted back to the older man.  He was her boss, and she was far too professional and good at her job to let her internal feelings get in the way of all that was going on today.  She had Sten had a history, but not one she really wanted to talk about.  It wasn't even that that kind of rubbed her the wrong way.  Sometimes you just needed a bit of a release and on a ship that was on the run from the Federation you got what you got.  She didn't regret that at all.

What she didn't understand was Herrold.  Ji was not a stupid woman.  She had her finger on the pulse of her deck crew, she was like their older sister.  She was the one that made sure that things were running smoothly.  That things were repaired properly, and when it came to her specialty she was there without fail.  She should have gotten the job that Herrold had been given.  She couldn't really fault Herrold with it.  Coming from another ship, it wasn't like he asked for the fucking position but she thought that it should have been her.  She was dedicated and had proven her fucking worth time and time again.  Not that Sten cared, obviously.

As Liam spoke her brow rose, Another fucking Frakenship, these fuckers need to be fixed up before they stay on my deck who knows if the fuckers on the other ship actually did their fucking jobs right. she thought to herself.  She actually, liked Liam, he was smart, witty, easy on the eyes, and they got along fairly well as much as she could tell.  But she didn't like the idea of hastily put together shit on her flight deck.  That could be a fucking liability but there was nothing she could do about it right now anyway.

And then Sten laid his praise on the fucker.

Ji folded her arms across her chest and listened to the fucking circle jerk that was going on here.  Fucking men.. feed the ego or they starve like little neglected bitches. she thought to herself as she listened to him talking.  She wasn't about to let her opinions of the situation take over her job, that would mean she didn't deserve the job she had.  She was all for doing the work that was necessary but she sure as fuck wasn't going to be sunshine and rainbows while they patted each other on the back.  More than that, he completely and utterly ignored her own question, which just pissed her the fuck off.  She had spoken her question before Herrold had opened his mouth but nooooooo this is why he had fucking hired Herrold to begin with. 

I need a stiff drink after shift.

Another entered, the SCO, if she wasn't wrong.  He came up saying that he needed the ship that Sten wanted to gut and part out for a mission tomorrow.  Ji rose a hand and let it flow through her short hair for a moment.  Maybe that's why guys don't stick around.. I don't have 'girl' hair... ahhh fuck it I don't care what those fuck heads think.  She chewed on the corner of her lip as her eyes had that haze of thinking through a project, a look that Sten knew well, while she stared at the large fighter that sat heavily in her bay needing work.  Yet needing to be used. 

Sten still hadn't answered her fucking question.

He finally, eventually, got around to it when he was answering someone else.  She was starting to think this shit was fucking personal.  But she took in the information and she looked over at the fighter.  She was a smart woman and had earned her position the hard way through her hard work and proving that she could handle it.  She knew that changing this fucker into a Mark II and a half was not going to be easy but it wasn't exactly going to be hard either.  She was pretty certain the frame could handle the level of propulsion a new engine would be putting it through, that wasn't the problem.  The armored plating would hold up too, and those two things were vastly important to the safety of the pilots that flew them.  However she needed to make sure that the power systems that fueled the engines could handle that kind of flow, and that it wouldn't burn out the wires, conduits, and junctions that would take from the button that said 'go' to the engines not fry up.  She also needed to make sure that the wing flaps and the engine direction controls were up to par for something so much heavier.

“It can be done.”  Ji said, hoping not to be fucking ignored this time.  “It's going to be something we need to get started on right fucking now if we want to get this fucker in space tomorrow.  We have to get the new engines in stalled.  I''m pretty sure the frame and plating won't have any problems holding up to the better class of engine, but we have to make sure that the wiring and junctions can handle that kind of load and especially the navigation systems.  Because that's a lot more power than this fucker has already and we're going to need to make sure that it can handle it.  Which means making sure that when the computer tells it to shift the engines in a certain direction it not only can, but it works properly.”

“It'll be a big project, if Liam isn't busy though I think we could knock it out.” she looked over at the tall blonde headed man she had only just met but already felt like they would make a good team.  Despite the fact that he had the job she wanted.

[ Ens. Krystal "Meony" Tancredi (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Krystal_Tancredi,_callsign_%22Meony%22) | Fighter Assault Bay | Vector 2 | Deck 16 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @CanadianVet, @Auctor Lucan, @Doc M., @Josie, @Nolan & @Havenborn
[Show/Hide]Tancredi watched the short-haired woman called Goldeneyes run through a gamut of emotions after recovering from spontaneous cardio excercises. That's da fahr raht there, and she'sem puttin' it out herself...ish, thought the redhead, as she watched it all with her fists planted on her hips, and trying to look like she wasn't staring or watching anything. Too hard. At least Rini was offering comfort of a sort, and then she became the source of excitement. At Goldeneye's exclamation, Tancredi jumped slightly, though her expression didn't change. Speaking softly under her breath, she said, “She shore is exsahtable.”

She didn't have long to ponder on the woman as when she turned, she found herself eye-to-eye with another pilot, and she had the look of a Pakled on a mission. That was probably a terrible analogy but it reflected in no way on anyone's intelligence here. Aside from actual Pakleds. Were there Pakleds on this ship? That would be hilarious. Tancredi privately decided she was going to go looking to see if there was a Pakled on board. After this woman said whatever she had to say. Blinking a few times at the way Okhala spoke, she matched the woman's smile and friendliness, then stroked her chin thoughtfully. If she thought that Tancredi was crazy, what would she have thought about Tribble Squadron? Well, they were dead and gone, save for her, Havenborn and Ahern. For a moment, her smile faltered, but she had it back up again before too long, and shrugged, “Howdy ho. Ah lost mah fahtar coupla years back'en we wuz still skimmin' 'em Romulans' backyahds.”

She brushed her hair back and looked around the Assault Bay, “Me'n a'buncha other Wolves lost our wings, hadda adapt, y'know? So Ah stahtad messin' wit' this'ere shahtahl? An' hellooo Tribble Squadron. Fahnast armed turkeys t'evah flah dem spacelanes.” She grinned, though her eyes glinted with unshed tears as she remembered her fallen comrades, “t'wasn't madness t'flah whut we flew. Was simply adaptation...an' a li'l desperation.”

Of Valkyries And Valravans
[ LT Daniel Havenborn | Vector 2, Deck 16 – Fighter Assault Bay | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @CanadianVet, @Auctor Lucan, @Doc M., @Josie, @Nolan, @Triage

"Briefing will follow later on lieutenant."

Daniel nodded as Commander Ravon answered his question.  He would have Knight run a pre-flight diagnostic tonight before the mission to make sure everything was in working order.

"First of, if them hahr-ups okayed 'em, Ah'm pretty shore it don't multiplah th'way them furballs normally do. 'at means it's neutered. So now it's safe an' cute! So Ah want one."

Daniel shook his head.  “It’s non-regulation and thus has no place in the Fighter Assault Bay much less inside the cockpit of a fighter.”  Daniel said, he knew that some of the mementos in his tactical/soft bag weren’t quite regulation either however they were at least out of sight and could potentially be useful in an emergency situation.

"Havenborn, SCO, the spaceframe types have been going over the Mk II's we got on board, and looks like Havenborn's bird is the one that's got the best bones right now.  We'll be ready to start ripping the guts out of it and shoehorn some Mk III components in there as soon as we get the designs looked over and we run some simulations."

Daniel stifled a scoff, his fighter was perfect as it was, it didn’t need to be upgraded.  It may not be as fast as a Mark-III in warp but then aeronautical combat didn’t take place in warp, it took place at impulse and Daniel had had no problem keeping up with the interceptors from Starbase 84 so as far as he was concerned there was no reason to upgrade his fighter.  He was about to say something when Chief Herrold spoke up.

"I know every inch of Salvo's and Knight's bird, Chief. Our voyage didn't exactly have spare parts in every new sector we crossed, but we used what we could find, and indeed, I know for a fact that she is in good shape nonetheless. Doesn't exactly meet the Mk II specifications anymore though..."

Daniel smiled a bit, having Chief Herrold stick up for his fighter like that was good, he knew Chief Randall would have spoken up about it as well.  Daniel knew that his fighter was technically a Mark-II but it had cannibalized parts from other Mark-IIs as well as other bits and pieces of technology during their voyage home but to him it would always be a Mark-II Valkyrie.

"Sten, before you start ripping the bird into pieces. I need his fighter up and ready for a mission tomorrow."  "Also, a request for both you Sten and your crew and Daniel. Considering the words of mister... Herrold? Right?"  "The ship Lieutenant Havenborn is flying isn't exactly standard anymore. How instead of gutting it entirely you check which pieces can be retained and if needed upgraded? I mean, the man has put some time in fine tuning his ship, the least we can do is have him help and look along in the upgrade of his bird."

Daniel nodded.  “I suppose upgrading my fighter wouldn’t be that bad but I don’t want to find that I’m flying an entirely new fighter if you understand my meaning Chief Covington.  I’ve put a lot of flight hours in my Mark-II.”  Daniel said as he listened to everyone putting in their input about the upgrades to his fighter.  He honestly didn’t believe that his fighter needed these upgrades but he realized that in the long run this would go a long way to helping him integrate into the ship even if every fiber of him hated the idea of upgrading his fighter.

"SCO, right now the plan was based just on spaceframe integrity; like Herrold said, all the birds from Resolve have some seriously mangled guts and it'll take some time to do an analysis on that.  But right now the plan is to make sure that thing can keep up with the Mk III's and have something like the same kind of combat endurance, and close to the effectiveness.  Only thing I know she'll need for sure is a whole new power plant and power distribution system, impulse drive and a serious computer upgrade.  Everything else will be shoehorning and replacing as needed.  But like I said, so far I don't even have a finalized design, and I'll want to run some simulations before we crack hull."

“Chief Covington, I’d like to be present during the initial upgrade.”  Daniel asked, he’d done some personal modifications to the computer systems, nothing major but they had assisted both him and Knight in piloting the craft and he wanted to be there to make sure that the upgrades would be compatible with the modifications that he had done.  “I’ve modified some of the computer systems onboard and I would like to make sure that they are still compatible.”  Daniel said.

OOC: I think I got everyone that I needed to answer, let me know if I missed anyone.

LT JG Alessia Garcia, Callsign "Angel" (https://orig11.deviantart.net/479b/f/2016/363/c/9/alessia_garcia_row1_by_auctor_lucan-datcl6s.png[color=skyblue)| Fighter Assault Bay | Vector 2 | Deck 16 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Nolan, @Auctor Lucan , @Esyel , @Havenborn , @Triage , @CanadianVet , @Doc M. , @Josie , @Blue Zephyr
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With all the craziness of the last couple days, it was good to be on the flight deck again.  Sure, Alessia was surrounded by pilots whom she barely knew, but that was exciting.  There was no imminent danger, no orders for a mission, just a 'get-to-know-the-squad' style briefing.  As pleasantries were passed around the group, Angel smiled at each pilot present.  It would be hard to remember their names, but she was certain she'd remember their faces.  And when they flew, each of them had a callsign that Alessia knew she could remember.

As she listened to the banter between her new squadmates, another set of voices resonated in the hangar.  The Spanish pilot turned to see an older man walking towards them, with what appeared to be two of the deck crew in tow.  She began to raise a greeting, but their conversation didn't halt.  They must have been discussing something important, so Alessia only smiled and turned back to face Dev and the other pilots.  But she overheard talk of dismantling one of the valkyries and her heart went out to the ones who would be affected, those called Salvo and Knight. 

She hated being grounded, but it had only happened once before.  After she was assigned her first Valravn at the shipyards, they had gone on a test flight.  The first few minutes had been heaven with all systems working perfectly, but then she began losing power.  She had landed safely, but the problem behind the power failure had caused serious damage to the warp core.  A converter had been improperly installed, causing a short in the power limiter which sparked a fire that lead to a plasma leak.  It took a few days to get her prototype back in working order, and in the meantime Alessia was expected to 'sit tight' and review her manuals.

Her thoughts were drawn away from that when Dev mentioned the USS Chester.  Alessia looked at the woman Dragon was speaking to, now curious  as well.  It would seem, though, that Dev had hit on a sore spot as the woman.. Goldeneye was it?  As she began to cry.  Alessia didn't know what to say or do in that moment.  She wanted to comfort the girl, but that was apparently Dev's job now.  She might have laughed at the sight of an unprepared Devyrie consoling someone with a hug, but that would have been rude! 

As if on cue, Ravon spoke up and Alessia stood a little straighter and dropped her hand to her side.  When the subject of Sehl came up, she nodded in thanks.  "Gracias, Jefe.¹  I am sure it is nothing.  A days rest and he should be fine."  She wasn't entirely convinced about this, but she spoke the words anyway.  There was no need to worry anyone else at this point, especially since sickbay didn't even know what Sehl had.

Now another pilot stepped forward to comfort Goldeneye, but this one prompted an unexpected response.  Alessia jumped at the explosion of happiness and smiled as Goldeneye turned on a dime from despair to elation.  Though as her fellow pilot listed off the names of those who didn't make it back, Alessia felt that pang of grief again.  Iron Fox hadn't made it.  Him, along with nearly half of her old White Wolves squadron had perished at the Battle of Starbase 84.  How many of them had she bothered to get to know?  Now she would never have that chance.

Angel turned towards Dev, eager to learn more about her friend, but she was caught off-guard by the conversation underway with another pilot.  Alessia's ear struggled to keep up with the heavily accented woman, and it occurred to her that perhaps this was how some viewed Alessia herself.  With that in mind, she endeavored to speak clearer in order to help others understand her better in the future.  For now though, she listened to the reasons this pilot had for modifying her bird into the gangly craft it had become.

"It's quite impressive that it still flies.  I have seen many modified crafts that under perform or even endanger their pilots.  My congratulations to you for having the cajones² to fly her."

Then she glanced at Dev.  Something strange was happening on this ship.  Perhaps it was as her friend had spoken about the night before..  She didn't want to believe such things, but between the rumors of attacks and the strange illness and the general disorderliness, Alessia was beginning to doubt herself.

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1. Gracias Jefe = Thank you, Chief
2. cajones = drawers, slang for balls... in this statement, she's congratulating Meony on having the balls to fly the Fuzzy Flayer

[ CPO Liam Herrold (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Liam_Herrold) | Fighter Assault Bay | Deck 16 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy ]
Attn: 1) @Blue Zephyr 2) @Nolan 3) @CanadianVet 4) @Havenborn
[Show/Hide]Taking a small breath of relief, Liam was glad to see the potentially awkward situation resolving itself without anyone's ego being bruised. Salvo and Knight both seemed content with the Mk II getting a refit, Covington was amiable enough about it, and the SCO only wished for it to happen after an upcoming mission. Aside from that, the project had been green-lit on all ends, and Liam knew he and the other Chiefs working under Covington would have their hands full with the bird in a couple of days.

Yet before then, they still had all these new Valravn fighters to try and wrap their heads around. The last of them were landing as they spoke, and taxied into their new allotted spots in the big flight hangar.

"I will rearrange the schedules for my weapons technicians to accommodate the refit, Chief," he said to Covington, putting his hands on his hips. "I have looked over the Mk III specs, and I gathered that there were only minor changes to weapons load-out. The important bit was the plasma conduit re-arrangement behind the phaser cannons on the Mk III after they were moved from the main fuselage to the wings, but I see no problem in keeping them where they are and use the space in the engine pits to accommodate a new conduit layout."

Realising that a couple of the present pilots would have no idea what he was talking about, Liam cleared his throat and began to explain, gesturing with his calloused hands. "Essentially, the technology of the Mk III cannons are the same as the Mk II - outward aesthetics aside - but as an upgrade, the warp drive plasma conduit on the Mk III run through the primary phaser coupling in order to double the power of the Type U+ phaser cannons. With the Mk III conduit parts on hand, the simulations done, me and my team should be able to do it. We just need the parts and five hours, and the cannons will be on par with the Mk III's."

Turning his blue eyes to Salvo and Knight, he realised they would have the usual questions. "No need to worry, there will still be pulse or beam firing options available. The pulse phaser bolts will still have a firing rate of five per second. Both beam and bolt range will remain the same too. You'll only notice the difference when you... hit something."

Knowing he had nothing more to contribute, and already announced that he'd see to the re-scheduling of his deck crew of technicians now that the decision of the refit had been made, he inclined his head to the present officers and Covington both. He gave Chief Ji a small smile as he stepped away. She was likely about to return to the bird she had been working on, and he would re-join her and help her as he'd promised once he was finished with the new work schedule.

Together, they faced the challenge with the Valravn fighters, so it was better they finished with Ji's bird so that they could see to the new additions of fighters on the Theurgy.

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[ Devyrie "Dragon" Okhala (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Devyrie_Okhala,_callsign_%27%27Dragon%27%27) | Fighter Assault Bay | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy ]
Loose PO: 1) @Josie (in reply to Doc M.) 2) @Doc M. 3) @Triage 4) @Even Angels Cry
[Show/Hide]Hearing the reasons behind why this woman with the callsign Meony had flown a Type 8 shuttle into battle made Devyrie realise just how desperate and forced to adapt the crew of the Resolve had been. Three years lost beyond Romulan space, in the outer rim of the Beta Quadrant, it was almost like something the Voyager had undergone, their journey only being a bit shorter. If they had re-purposed shuttles in order to survive, she reckoned that the aliens in those uncharted territories were not the most friendly.

Angel spoke up ahead of Dev, capturing the essence of her own thoughts in a bit more graphic way, but quite aptly put as well. After their time on Luna Base together, and despite how their cultures were different, Dev had learned to understand what Alessia said most of the time.

"Indeed, no offence, but as modified as it appeared on my screens, I was surprised it was able to make the tight turns it did when those interceptors moved in on your trajectory," she said, trading a look with Angel as she spoke. Their conversation from the night before came to mind, but this was not the place to conspire or question. Angel was less a sceptic than she was, but at least she had been able to see the point she'd tried to make. There was a lot more going on, but the talk of fighter crafts with crew not originally from the Theurgy seemed harmless enough.

"I am not saying it was ungainly," she explained, not saying what she meant; that it ought to handle like shit at any impulse velocity, "nor that it was ugly, I was just... surprised how expertly it could be flown. If anything, I deem it is a testament to your skills, so I can't wait to see how you handle one of those Mk IIIs, if that's what you'll be flying now. I bet this 'Thea' should have plenty of simulations for you to run, and that the new Valkyrie is not that different from the reliable Mk II."

She wanted learn more of the Aithaen that governed the Dreadnought she was on, this computer program that dwarfed all others she was acquainted with. This sentient presence aboard. Perhaps she'd run some simulations as well, if nothing else to learn more about the ship? Food for thought.

[CPO Eun Sae Ji | Fighter Assault Bay | Deck 16 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy]
@Auctor Lucan @CanadianVet

If there was one fucking thing that would make Ji pissed faster than anything else it was being ignored.  It was an insult to her intelligence and one that she didn't think she needed.  Ji knew that as a woman, she was already seen as lesser.  Even though this was modern day and equality had taken on a whole new meaning there was still something that happened when she was on deck.  She was a woman.  And people knew that shit and they had these issues with the fact that she clearly needed help.  How could she not?  A slender woman with muscles but not the bulking huge ones that the other people carried.  But no.. she was fine on her own and felt that she had proven herself over and over again to the point where she no longer gave two shits about proving herself.  If fuckers wanted to think her weak then they could do just that.  If they didn't respect her mind, then fuck them harder.  She wasn't going to fucking stand around and constantly wait for praise.  She knew she was good at her job and those that needed to, new it as well.

She curled her hand into a fist.  Little nails biting into the palm of her hand.  She could work through just about anything as evident by the swollen ankle that Nicander still needed to look at.  It was better today, that was for sure.  Still quite sore, but not as swollen.  But then, by the time she got to the end of her day, who the fuck knew what it would look like.  There were times when she landed on it wrong and it nearly gave out.  The sprain was bad, and while it would eventually heal she knew that it would also take a while.  It really needed a couple days off but she couldn't afford it and she would bite her fucking tongue talking to Nicander so that he thought it was getting better.

She had spoken, and given her thoughts on the matter.  Whether someone gave a shit about what she said or not, well that wasn't her deal.  Maybe that was why Sten didn't give her the promotion.  Maybe it was because she was not good enough in his eyes.  She had no idehat it was, and it didn't matter.  If she clung onto the fact that she didn't get it she would just get disgruntled and it wasn't like Liam wasn't smart and worth the position either.  He was, and that was what made it harder because she actually liked the guy.

Liam spoke and her eyes shifted to him.  “I'll do the same.  We have a shit ton of people on this flight deck we can knock it out quickly even with the massive work load.  Once Sten finishes his simulations and determines what needs to be done as quickly as possible.”

She gave a shrug.  She wasn't touching the thing until Covington told her to.  Normally, she would at least get started but she had some other things that she needed to do.  Like the Valravns.  She looked over her shoulder to see them being taxied into their Vectors so that they could figure out what to do with these babies.  These were new, never before seen, and something that Ji had never gotten her hands on.  They practically itched with all the excitement of getting her hands on something new.  Being able to dive into the engine compartment and see what it was that made them the amazing ships that they where.  Fuck those things are beautiful, when do I get to take one of those for a spin? she thought to herself as she shifted her attention back to Liam.

“Let me get some guys on board to help with the refitting process, and I'll send their names to you Chief.” she gave a nod and turned to head off.  She needed to get that done so that she could get her hands on the new babies.  Those things were something that she was dying to get her hands on.  So instead of going off to a console she pulled her PADD right out of her one suit pocket and she began thumbing through her duty roster, assigning various well trained and dependable mechanics to help refit Sten's project. 

She looked up to see Liam walking beside her, and she offered him a smile.  “I'm going to get my hands on those babies.  Want to come play with me?” she asked wondering if his love for fighters and this kind of work was as deep as her own.  She didn't get new things very often so this was straight up her alley to dive into something new.  “I've got someone running the diagnostics on the ship we were fucking with earlier, so we're free to go to the new playground and explore the equipment, I'll even let you touch the cover of the manual.. one finger only though... finger oils can be a bitch.”

She was teasing, but she was in a good mood.  One she was getting away from the environment where by she was being ignored.  And she was about to dive head first into a new project.  She was practically giddy.

[ CPO Liam Herrold (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Liam_Herrold) | Fighter Assault Bay | Deck 16 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Blue Zephyr
[Show/Hide]Hearing Ji beside him, Liam turned his head and smiled, but when he realised what she just said, he swallowed, wondering if he'd heard her right. Play with...?

Next, as he had come to a stop and looked at her, she spoke in a teasing manner. Almost suggestively. Back when they had stood talking with the pilots and Covington, Liam had got the impression that Chief Ji was a bit pissed about something, but he hardly knew her, so he did not presume to guess. And for the same reason, now that she spoke of using one or two fingers in the almost flirtatious manner that she did, he did not know what to think, much less what he'd say. She seemed to be in a very good mood, at least, but he had to clear his throat to buy some time - struggling to determine what her intentions were.

"I... I can look over my duty rosters later," he said, definitely not about to verify if there was more to her manners than it seemed. He decided that all he could do was to take her words at face value, figuring that she only meant checking out the Valravn fighters. "Covington needs to have those simulations run anyway."

Said and done, he stepped towards the outer half of the flight hangar instead, heading out to the prototype fighters. Yet on the way there, they also passed the remaining Mk III:s, which was protoype tech as well, only from a different and competing Program. Having been on the Resolve for three years, he knew the Mk II well enough, and while the Mk III was quite similar in many aspects, there were still tech he needed to wrap his head around. Like the Tetryon Pulse Phase canon that could be retracted into the ventral side of the fuselage.

"For you, the Valravn fighters over there are the prototype tech, but for me, even the Mk III are pretty much unknown," he said, speaking his thoughts while he unzipped the front of his yellow jumpsuit and tied the sleeves around his waist. "Like that hidden cannon underneath them, retractable rig and all. I have to admit, when I read the specs and saw the diagrams, I couldn't help but think about how some male humanoids have a similar feature. Andorian and Hermat both have their... endowments sheathed inside their lower abdomens when they are not having sex. You have to admit, the resemblance is pretty... graphic, isn't it?"

He attempted to joke, chuckling and shaking his head while they walked. "I have to say, I am impressed by the size of them. I could never have guessed they all fit inside the unless I had seen them emerge." He was, of course, speaking of the cannons emerging out of the fuselage, but the sight of the Valravns ahead had him fail to make the distinction. "In your personal opinion, is the size relevant to their effectiveness?"

[CPO Eun Sae Ji | Fighter Assault Deck | Deck 14 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy]
@Auctor Lucan

She wasn't sure if she had caught Liam off guard or if he just had a tickle in his throat but he took a moment before answering her and decided to clear his throat for a moment.  Her brow rose as she waited to see if he wanted to come work with her.  Finally, he spoke and a smile warmed her face.  She gave a nod.  “Damn straight you can.” Ji winked at him as he told her that he could mess with the duty rosters later.  She knew that he had to be as excited as she was to get her hands on the beauties of the Valravns.  She brushed some of her hair behind one of her ears as he told her that Sten needed to run his simulations before they could do anything on the project fighter anyway.

“Yep.  So we might as well find our happy place right?”

As they walked past the Mk III he looked over at them and began to talk.  She paused right before the Mk III as she listened to him speaking.  It was nice to find someone with the same passions that she had.  He was a good guy and that's why it was really hard for her not to like him.  She actually did like him.  They worked well together and that was a nice thing, she usually worked alone but that wasn't always the case and at least if she had to work with someone Liam would be her firsts choice and it was without the baggage of Sten. 

He unzipped his flight suit and she grinned as he tied it around his waist she would be doing the same thing in a moment herself once they got to the Valravn.  He mentioned that the Mk III was something that was an enigma to him still, which caused her to smile and she gave a nod.  “Well I'll give you the grand tour some time, it's pretty fucking badass, that bad boy.  I think you'll like it.” she said with a shrug as she tucked her PADD away into her pocket and closed it up.  Unzipping the front of her own mechanics suit and she tied it around her center like he had.  She didn't even really know why they had to wear this fucking things.  She would much prefer just regular pants and a tank top or sports bra.  Today she wasn't wearing a shirt underneath her flight suit it was just her sports bra a black number that showed off the scars on her stomach.  But she wasn't ashamed of them.

As he began to liken the retractable Pulse Phase Canon like male genitalia.  She laughed, she couldn't help it.  Her face brightening up as she shrugged her strong shoulders and she looked over at him and listened to all his questions.  He asked her if size was really important when they were talking about these kinds of things.  She let out a long breath of air and pushed her hair out of her face which promptly, defiantly, fell right the fuck back into place again.  Even though she hadn't thought about them that way now she was pretty sure that she would never look at the fucking thing as anything more than a giant fucking penis that shoots shit.

She tilted her head trying to sober herself up a little bit.  “If we are still talking about canons here, then no.  I've seem some schematics of small powerful cannons, the thing I think that makes these particularly deadly is you have no fucking clue when you're fighting this bastard that it's in there.  Then all of a sudden, boom, there it fucking is.  I think this bad boy has more bang for it's buck.  If we're talking about dick size, then no.  I think it's all in how you use it.” She winked at him and motioned for him to come along.  “Lets get dirty!”

She lead him over to the Valravn that was vacated and sitting pretty just waiting to be seen and messed with.  She hoisted herself up on the steps as she headed up into the cockpit and opened it.  She took a deep breath and a grin on her face told of how much she truly loved getting to mess with something new.  She reached into the maintenance compartment and pulled out the surprisingly compact manual and then she jumped back down to the deck plating.  “Come sit.” She perched herself on the third step from the bottom and patted the spot next to her so that they could look over it together.  She was like a child in a candy store. This was the shit that she lived and breathed.  It was what made her tick, and Liam was probably the only person outside of some of her other boys that actually understood that.  “I want to check this over before we dive in.  If we move too fast, she could blow.  So .. we gotta take our time with this sweet baby.  Besides, more time together.” She nudged his arm with her own and put the book so that they could both look at it at the same time.

[ CPO Liam Herrold (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Liam_Herrold) | Fighter Assault Bay | Deck 16 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Blue Zephyr
[Show/Hide]Of course, Eun Sae Ji shared his understanding about size, and agreed with her in regard to the surprise effect when the Mk III was able to deploy something like the tetryon canon as standard armament. He did a double-take, however, when she started to talk about dick size, making his eyes widen after she winked and walked away.

How did she... Oh, I... I see. He realised how he had phrased his question, and again, he cleared his throat, embarrassed to have alluded so to something like that. He was not entirely sure what he might say or do in reaction or reply, so he merely kept silent and followed her to the Valravn fighter closest to them. She must think me quite crude at this point...

Then again, she had said they were to get dirty, and that was... a subject of speculation as to what she meant. Did she know what she was saying to him? He was not entirely sure, feeling more awkward about it, to the point he looked around to see if anyone had overheard her. Decided no one did, he saw her emerge from the Valravn's cockpit with the compact PADD that would contain the specs of the new fighter. She looked really great in just her sports bra, which certainly did not help the situation at all for Liam, who felt he had to busy himself with hiking up the white sleeves of his undershirt. When doing the heavy work on the deck, he usually removed it, but now was not the time. Especially now now, he thought, becoming a bit self-conscious in her presence.

Seating himself next to her to watch the small screen, he realised she was talking about the Valravn as if she was a woman, and that made Liam blink. Taking their time with her so that she didn't blow? How...? Surely she must know. She must be saying this in perfect knowledge of... How am I supposed to answer that?

"...Besides, more time together."

Hearing this, Liam swallowed while looking at the digital book. Oh, she knows what she is doing. Still, doesn't help me with what to say. Was she talking about herself? That he was supposed to take it slow with her? He hadn't done anything yet! Yet? Did he want to? Damn it, why are women so difficult to understand? The men I have dated have always been more straight-forward about what the were after.

And now he thought he was 'dating' her? No, this was certainly not a date. Most assuredly not. They were professionals. They had duties to preform. Get it together, Liam...

"Speaking for myself, I would love to see the guns on her," he said, looking at the contents menu, running a calloused finger over the touch screen and making the menu scroll, looking for the engine section, "but I reckon you'd rather want to see what gets her juices flowing first?"

[CPO Eun Sae Ji | Deck 16 | Fighter Assault Bay | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy]
@Auctor Lucan

Ji knew that the scars on her midsection were out for all to see, they were old scars, and had that pale white and dark pink color that showed their age.  None of the scars she currently held were new.  She sat there on the steps and waited for Liam to come and join her.  She didn't realize that she was throwing him off guard as that was most definitely not her intent.  She just was herself and she wasn't going to change just because her words could sometimes be taken another way.  Perhaps they both had an itch to scratch since they were constantly talking like this but then she wasn't sure she needed her itch scratched at all.  That would probably just lead to a deeper connection. 

She hadn't found anyone that she really wanted to be with just yet.  She liked a few people.  Word had it that Sten had found someone else, and that was fine.  While he had been kind to her and they had slept together twice she doubted that they were easily compatible.  She wanted someone that she could actually get along with.  Someone that understood her passions but could also handle the spit fire that she could be.  Especially when she got mad.

She leaned close so that he could read the device in her hand with her, the compact PADD was very small but it wasn't hard to read the information that was on it.  Her arm and his were pressed together and her head was fairly close to his as well.  He reached over saying that he wanted to be able to check out the guns, and she gave a nod.  Letting him pull down the menu in question so that he could pick the information that he wanted to read about them.  He told her that she would probably want to see what got the juices flowing and she chuckled softly.

“Go to the guns first, I can share.” She said as she found the guns which were just underneath engines and she clicked it before he could click engines, or at least that was what she hoped.  That way he could read about the guns.  That wasn't her specialty but she would read over the information because the more she knew about the fighters they were working on the better.  She put her chin on Liam's shoulder so that she could be closer.  Not because she liked him... but because they were sharing a very small hand held device.  She wasn't even thinking about how it would look or feel... or anything really.  She was just enjoying herself with him. 

It was nice to have someone around her that understood the love for the fighters and all they could do and be.  Ji chewed on her lower lip as she read over the information with him, letting him control the screen so that he could read at his own pace, while she skimmed quickly for the most pertinent information.  “These are bad fuckers.” She whispered softly reading through it with him.

[ CPO Liam Herrold (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Liam_Herrold) | Fighter Assault Bay | Deck 16 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Blue Zephyr
[Show/Hide]Reading the information, Liam could only agree with that sentiment, but he was a bit worried too - a frown forming on his brow.

Digesting the information about the unique phaser solution, he did not notice how close Chief Ji was getting. He began to talk soon enough. "The wings are not only important for stable atmospheric flight, but to grant additional hard-point slots," he concluded, scrolling the information a little, "Look at the armament rig for the micro torpedo launchers; the forward-swept arms. They extended from the bottom of the nacelles and into the two launchers in front of the cockpit. The launchers are fed with torpedoes through the arms, which allow for a high number of torpedoes and a faster loading mechanism than in the Mk II:s, at least. I kind of like it, as long as they are not too 'protoype' and gets jammed all the time. Could be high maintenance between engagements..."

At this point, he realised that Ji was leaning against his shoulder, and he became self-conscious and a bit nervous, clearing his throat before he continued. He also stole a glance towards the closest area of the flight deck to see if anyone was looking at them. As nervous as he got, he was also getting a bit excited about how things were developing with the Chief. They'd just met, but they seemed to click well professionally. He was not sure they were being entirely 'professional' at the moment, though, at leas in terms of outwards appearance. Yet he was certainly not about to push her away for appearances sake. In fact, he enjoyed her being so close, and he could not completely keep himself from looking at her. There was just so much warmth... so much skin.

"The... Um... It says here that the Valravn is the only Federation warp fighter that has dedicated Type VIII phaser emitters," he said, making a low whistle - realising it was a little bit too close to a wolf whistle given the current situation - before he continued. "Type VIII phasers on a fighter? They were standard issue on smaller starships, for crying out loud. It says they have modified emitters, reduced in scale to fit at the fore and aft sides of the wings, and that there is a third reason they wings are as big as they are. Of course... They need to house the entirety of the phaser couplings since they can't be housed inside the fuselage. Wait... like on the Mk III, these fighters' phaser couplings extend into the nacelles as well, even to the quantite reactor core and the warp drive plasma conduit. That's how they can be Type VIII emitters... It's like the entirety of the fighter is a big, double-piped canon, and with those nacelles, it's got to be fast too."

This emphasised what worried Liam a bit when he began to read, that initial concern that he had yet to voice. "There was a warning in the beginning. It said that it was as of yet unknown how the emitters would last in a prolonged engagement. That means these are far from being fully tested, and I feel there might be a lot more maintenance to those big phaser emitters than the torpedo arms. We might even have to make modifications on all these fighters, finishing what Luna Base and the Valravn Project team couldn't. If we don't, we might be putting the lives of the pilots in more jeopardy than they already are out there. It's one thing flying giant glass guns, but if they are giant glass bombs? I know I would not like to have that on my conscience."

Having said this, he pulled out his own PADD from the side of his thigh and began to compile his notes for Covington. Doing so, he happened to get a even better view of the attractive Chief next to him, and he clenched his jaw to try and focus, hard as it might be.  Indeed, he would literally get hard lest he tried to concentrate. He did not wish to embarrass himself. "H-How's propulsion on them?"

[CPO Eun Sae Ji | Vector 02 | Deck 16 | Fighter Assault Bay | USS Theurgy]
@Auctor Lucan

He began to talk, and Ji was listening.  While she didn't really do much with fire power, she could understand that passions that he had for those kinds of things and she knew enough about them that she could keep up a fair amount on what he was saying.  Her dark eyes were watching him as he spoke about all of the things that he was reading about in the manual that they had gotten their hands on.  The hardpoints under the wings and what those were actually used for on a ship this amazing.  He was right though, some of the shit could easily get jammed during usage, and if not continually lubricated properly it was likely that they could easily malfunction.  The thing was, the more moving parts something had the more likely it was tht something would eventually go wrong.  Not that she wanted it to be that way but it was true.

“We'll have to make sure the crews that work on these fuckers know to keep everything aligned, calibrated, and lubricated.  If that shit doesn't work right out there when the pilots need it the most then their fucked.  I refuse to have a pilot in danger because of faulty maintenance. That's my number one fucking pet peeve.” she admitted to him her eyes flashing up to his and then back down to the manual.

Her eyes shifted to his as he told her that these birds were far from fully tested.  Because everything on these fuckers was a prototype especially the emitters.  He mentioned the maintenance and she sighed again, thinking about how much of a work load having these fuckers on her flight deck was going to be.  Slowly, the excitement and the giddiness of the new babies on her deck was starting to wane with the fact that they were actually going to have to take care of these fuckers.  Something that she wasn't entirely sure how to do just yet.  So she was going to want an elite fucking squad on it, probably headed directly with herself until she was comfortable enough to let them handle it on their own.  These fuckers were beasts, but they could also be fragile.

He leaned to the side to take notes, so Ji held herself up on her own accord and now that he was jotting down his notes for Sten, she pulled out her PADD and stuck it on the stairs right next to her.  She quickly thumbed back through the menu so that she could find the propulsion systems, and brushed her hair out of her face.  She noticed the hitch in his voice and her eyes shot up to his unsure of why he had one.  She had no idea the effect she was having on him.  Mostly because, she was fairly oblivious to herself as a woman for the most part.  When she was comfortable, and doing her own thing, she just moved and went with the flow.  She never thought about how it looked or seemed.  And she was oddly, quite comfortable, around Liam.

She chewed on her lower lip, a habit that she did sub-consciously as she looked through the information that was available on the propulsion systems of the ship that they were messing with.  Her eyes were widening with every line that she read.  “Fucking Christmas...” She whispered more to herself than to him but she knew that he was close enough that he would hear her anyway.  “It's got fucking warp 6.5 and that's not even fucking max.  Maxes out at fucking 9.4... that's... I.. just can't even fathom how the fuck they got it … wow.”

“Twin-tandem Quantite Reactor... Cores?”  She flipped through the information on the screen her eyes wide with disbelief and wonder.  She could spend a year trying to figure out all of the shit that this fucker could do, would do, and could break down doing.  She was amazed as the list went on and on.  She looked over at her partner in crime.  “I want to fly this fucker so bad.” She whispered to him with a conspiritorial look on her face.  She looked back over at the fighter and then back at Liam, she was aching to get into that cockpit, fire the fucker up, and take off.  She knew how to fly, you had to know how to fly so that you could test shit out.  If things didn't work right sometimes the only answer was to fly the fucker and see if you could recreate the problem.  That was half of being a mechanic and when you dealt with propulsion systems you needed to feel it to understand the issues.  She bit her lower lip.

“You think we'd get in trouble for taking her out for a spin.  I mean.. imagine the data we could collect if we fucking hooked that fucker up to our PADDS and downloaded the information as we went.  Propulsion, weapons systems, general maintenance and systems.”  She looked over at him.  “We could put her through her paces and ride her hard.”

[ CPO Liam Herrold (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Liam_Herrold) | Fighter Assault Bay | Deck 16 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Blue Zephyr
[Show/Hide]Oh, but the idea to test the manoeuvrability of the Valravn was tempting, that much Liam had to admit...

...but when she again alluded to something rather sexual, saying that they would ride her hard, Liam blinked and caught Ji's eye. He was almost certain she was no longer talking about the fighter any more. Was she saying that she wanted him to... with her? He swallowed, and rose to his feet. A little bit too quickly, her effect upon him *hard* to conceal, but he stepped away adjusted his jumpsuit over his hips a bit and turned towards her. What should he say? He cleared his throat.

"A-As much as I find the idea tempting," he started to say, regretting it instantly, and instead decided to talk as if he'd taken her words at face value, "neither of us have the training to test-fly these new fighters. They are not even a part of the Valkyrie program, and I - for one - would not like to test its systems until we've had one of the former White Wolves teach us how to do it. We should do simulations first, since its safer to make the rookie mistakes on the holodeck."

Having said this, Liam looked around the bay, checking to see if anyone else had caught on to what might - or mightn't - just have happened between him and Chief Ji. Satisfied that no one was looking in their direction, Liam took a deep breath to calm his heart and gave Chief Ji a smile. "I will see if the White Wolves are able to load up simulations for both of our teams, so that we can get more data to work with. I will inform Covington about what we've learned, and put some people on scanning all these wing-mounted emitters for wear and tear."

The reason why he excused himself had nothing to do with any aversion towards Chief Ji, he realised whilst he stepped away, leaving her behind. Quite the opposite. He just wasn't sure how he could handle it in the middle of the flight deck, and with all these new eyes evaluating his performance. Immediately, he was second-guessing himself based on what had happened before the battle the day before, on the flight deck of the Resolve. Why, then? It seem edevident to him that Ji wanted to evaluate his performance in more unorthodox ways, and of course he was tempted...

...but where did things stand between him and K'Ren since last night?

[CPO Eun Sae Ji | Fighter Assault Deck | Deck 16 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy]
@Auctor Lucan @Havenborn

He shot up.

Ji leaned back, her elbows on the step behind her, as she watched him adjusting his flight suit rather randomly.  She didn't quite look down enough to pay attention as to why he would be doing that.  He turned to her and told her that there was no way that either of them were trained to fly these.  She sighed, unfortunately he was right.  As much as she didn't want him to be.  She knew how to fly the ships she had been trained on, but she probably did need to get ahold of one of the pilots so that they could train her on how to take these babies out so when it was needed she could work on them.  Her dark eyes studied the man as he stood there telling her all of this. 

Have I made him uncomfortable.  I feel like.. I have somehow...   She was used to making little sexual innuendos here and there, mostly because she worked in a predominately male field and they all took to getting their minds in the gutters from time to time, and she didn't mind rolling with it.  He was right though it would be far easier to do things in the holodeck where if they crashed there was no real harm. 

She gave a surrendering shrug.  “You're right, we should set aside some time for holodeck training.  And if that doesn't go well we can eventually flag down a pilot to help us.  But I'm sure the holodeck is a good place to start.” she admitted as she slowly unfolded her body on the stairs and stood up brushing a hand through her hair to get the bangs out of her face.  He told her he was going to get people to help them make a holodeck program that they could run for training purposes and get some orders for Sten and his people to scan the hard points for wear and tear.

She gave a nod. 

“Sure, let me know when the holodeck is up.  I”m going to go take this manual and my notes to the back office and check out some more of the schematics and make notes and shit for Sten.”  she said as she watched him walk away without another word.

“Uhh.. bye...?”

She sighed and looked up at the machine behind her.  Leaning down she gathered the small compact manual PADD.  Uprighting herself she gave a sigh and headed to the office where she liked to work when she needed some time to be with herself.  Ji walked through the deck letting a couple people know where she was going incase someone needed her for something.  Closing the door behind her as she entered the office that anyone could use, she walked to the replicator and got herself a tall cup of coffee with a bunch of sugar and sweetener in it before she slumped down in her seat.  It was colder in here, so she shrugged on the top half of her deck suit and zipped it up as she leaned back.  Putting her feet on the desk she began to read through the manual. 

While she did so, she chewed on the knuckle of her left index finger.  It was something she did when she was deep in thought, and she didn't even realize she did it.  It was totally subconscious when she did it.  She was memorizing and contemplating about a lot of the information in the mini-manual.  She doubted that she would be needed but if she was a few knew where to find her.  Dropping her hand she took a sip of her coffee, her eyes never leaving the PADD.

[ Lt Cmdr Thomas Ravon | Fighter Assault Deck | Deck 16 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy]

The potential powder keg of a situation seemed defused for now, though Thomas doubted this would be the last of it. From what he had gathered from the weapon specialist it looked like the current upgrading wouldn't affect the fighter functionality as a whole. Which in his books was perfectly fine as he needed the pilot and his bird ready for an upcoming mission. How they did it or what they did to it, mattered little to Thomas. Sure he would love to get his hands dirty again in fighter maintenance yet overhauling a fighter was perhaps a better plan to be dealt by the professionals.

With a nod Ravon looked at all the parties that mattered for the upgrade of Daniel's fighter "Settled in that case. Lieutenant, fine tune your arrangements for help with the chief." he said decisively before nodding to the rest "If anyone else needs me, I'll be in Mi-" he paused and bit his tongue before continuing "I'll be in the office." he concluded before he nodded and made his way from the party. The life certainly had seem to returned to the flight deck as Thomas looked at the group of Valkyrie and Valravn pilots as they mingled and got acquainted with one another. If anything, it would prove to be interesting times ahead.

[ Ens. Krystal "Meony" Tancredi (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Krystal_Tancredi,_callsign_%22Meony%22) | Fighter Assault Bay | Vector 2 | Deck 16 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Auctor Lucan & @Even Angels Cry
[Show/Hide]“Ah-ah!” said Tancredi, waggling a finger in the definite negative, “But sadleh, mah Fuzzy Flayah's seen 'er last flyin' days.”

She turned to size up the new pilot that joined the conversation with her. Judging by her appearances, and by the way she talked, she could recognize a fellow Earther, “Meony's da name, an' killin's mah game, sugah. Do Ah detect an Earth-bohn Latina in dat accent?” She winked and grinned, then turned, paused, and turned back, “Ah got lucky,” she said, “Dat Tahp eight woulda been mah death a hunnerd tahms ovah, if it warn't fer good ol' Erik Randall...” she sighed, “...wish th'hell the ol' yeller's still here with us.”

She grinned at Dragon, listening to her explain what she saw. It of course made her more than a little proud to have been the accomplished pilot to impress this lot with her madness of flying an outdated shuttle into one of the most intense battles in recent memory. “Ya'd be surprahsed what a tahp eight kin do when ya change its impulse engines an' add sahm Valkyrie thrusters fer laughs. An' don' worry, Ah personaleh thought it was ungainly, ugly, and a disaster jes' waitin' th'happen. Had a death wish, ya could say.”

She did, but her new motivation now after all the new revelations from this crew gave her a new goal, especially in light of Captain Kendrick's absence. Planting her fists on her hips, she glanced at Dragon again, “Anyhow, thanks, hon. Ah will be flyin' a mahk three. Gonna head ovah in a bit, in fact, t'staht mah first trainin' round. Was nahs meetin' y'all. We shou' meet up laytah, mebbe grab a drink or two, eh?”

[ LT Daniel Havenborn | Vector 2, Deck 16 – Fighter Assault Bay | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Blue Zephyr

Daniel nodded as Commander Ravon dismissed the group.  He and Knight both walked back over to their fighter and began to get it ready for the upgrades that would come after the away mission.  There were a few things they could do now to get it ready, nothing that would interfere with their mission tomorrow though.  Daniel sat down in his seat and began to go over his logs, behind him he heard Knight working.  After a few quiet moments however Daniel noticed a slight power fluctuation that appeared in his flight logs.  He decided that the best solution to finding the problem would be to download his flight logs onto a PADD and find the Chief of Power.  He informed Knight of what he was going to do and told him to continue going over their logs looking for other fluctuations.

Daniel disembarked the fighter and asked a couple of the technicians nearby who pointed him in the direction of the auxiliary office.  He had met the young woman earlier when Chief Covington had proposed the idea of upgrading his fighter.  He suddenly realized that he didn’t know where the office was and flagged down another technician to get directions.  Once he had the directions he made his way to the office.

He stood outside the door and after about a minute of debating with himself about whether or not he should ring the door chime or just enter he decided to just enter.  He was an officer and had a problem with his fighter that he needed her to look at.  He tapped the door panel and the doors opened revealing the young woman he had met, though now her deck suit was pulled on fully.  He cleared his throat announcing his arrival, just in case she hadn’t heard the door open.  “Excuse the interruption Chief Ji, but I was examining my flight log from the past days action and I noticed a power fluctuation I think you should see.”  He said as he approached her, the PADD in his outstretched hand.

[CPO Eun Sae Ji | Vector 02 | Deck 16 | Fighter Assault Bay | Auxiliary office | USS Theurgy]
@Havenborn

The manual in her hands was full of information.  Ji sat back in the seat that she had decided was her own for a little while.  Never hurt to let the legs rest.  I really need to hit the gym later.  Maybe I can find someone that can actually spar with me. she thought to herself as she rubbed her eyes for a moment giving them a break from the screen she had been studying since before Liam had decided to take off.  She was still confused on that front, what had happened there. Why he left in a hurry.  She figured that she must have fucked it over somehow.  Messed something up.  Said something that offended him.  She would have to apologize later, if that was the case, she would most definitely want to make it right.

They had to work together after all.

She popped her feet up on the edge of the desk, boots crossed at the ankle as she shifted lower in her seat, giving her body a bit of a break she sighed softly.  Picking up the PADD she began to scroll through it again.  She needed to get as much info as she could.  It was important, and when Liam and she needed to work together again she wanted to have the knowledge that was out there about the Valravn.  She didn't really expect anyone at the door. Usually the only time they hunted her down was when there was trouble, which most of her boys knew how to handle so usually she went unbothered when she was in the office.

Apparently, not today.

The door slid open, and Ji found her dark chocolate eyes shifted upward from the PADD.  It took a moment to focus on the Lieutenant.  She remembered him, from the meeting earlier with Sten.  She didn't know if he needed something or just wanted a chit chat.  She was surprised at the fact that she had female parts changed the way that she was treated.  Often, men just wanted to chat with her, something that she could not quite understand.  She was all for chatting and hanging out but sometimes it was nice to be business only.

“Lieutenant.” she stated as he entered. 

She didn't rise, she was tired, and he was technically on her turf.  Besides she got overly tired of the people with pips thinking that everyone else that also worked their asses off needed to be super excited every time they came into the fucking room.  She put her PADD down on the desk beside her though, Havenborn had her full attention.  Dark eyes studying his face as he apologized for the intrusion.

“No need, what's up?” she asked in her usual upbeat and friendly manner.

She listened to his words, and her arched brow lifted slightly.  Leaning forward she grabbed the PADD from him before settling back in her chair.  She looked at the information, her face serious, her eyes darting back and forth as she read through the information that was available on the PADD.  Her brows dropped, furrowing slightly as she then looked back up at him.

“Did you notice anything off when you flew her last?” she looked back down to puzzle out just what the fluctuation was.  She would probably need to run a full diagnostic, which she was fine with doing they needed to pinpoint the problem and fix it before they started working to upgrade the thing.

[ Ens. Zrinka 'Rini' Agaixot (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Zrinka_Agaixot,_callsign_%22Honey_Badger%22) | Fighter Assault Bay | Vector 2 | Deck 16 | USS Theurgy ]
[Show/Hide]While Zrinka had been briefed about the losses, it had been altogether too much to take in when just reading about it in a report. It was when a dear sister wolf laid it all out aloud that the reality began to sink in for Rini. She swallowed, hugging Goldeneye back, and tried to find something to say. It was not just Iron Fox, whom had been their new SCO after Jaru Rel was put in stasis before her, but all the others of the original Lone Wolves. She could barely put a face on this Kanti MacTavish, just a cute one in CONN as far as she could recall, but Hat Trick? Outrider? Game? She had been really close to Game. She'd had her adventure with Ghost back on Earth, but Game and she had close on a regular basis.

"I'm here," she said, her voice a bit thick, and raised her hand to run it through Tessa's hair. "I saw o-others in the briefing. Hardtop. Oracle. Nightmare, Quake, Morrigan... and Kestrel. It... It feels so surreal. There's hardly anyone left of the old wolves."

Saying this, she glanced towards all the new faces. Strangers, while seemingly good people. With just Tessa, Ravon, Isley and her still flying among the old Wolves, what would become of their tightly knit squadron that had known each other's tactics like the back of their own hands? How was they supposed to truly protect Thea now, when so much had been lost, and with strangers flying at their sides?

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[ Devyrie "Dragon" Okhala (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Devyrie_Okhala,_callsign_%27%27Dragon%27%27) | Fighter Assault Bay | Vector 2 | Deck 16 | USS Theurgy ]
[Show/Hide]Devyrie smiled faintly when the one called Meony suggested drinks later, and inclined her head to the red-haired pilot.

"Sounds like an excellent idea," she said to the woman and then walked over to Angel, barely having had a word with her since they little... adventure the night before. Her sister wolf seemed all too aware when Dev looked at her, but just to not make her uncomfortable about openly hinting at what had happened between them, Devyrie chose to say something more duty-related.

"I'll talk to our RIOs, asking them to help the technicians with a holo program showcasing the Valravn. I am sure they could use some help with understanding just what it is they are dealing with. If nothing else, they ought to be able to pull the technical specs from the computers. I'll see you in this new lounge of ours later?"

Walking away, Devyrie glanced towards the three present Lone Wolves that had been flying their Mk III:s since Starfleet took up the hunt, still breathing. It had to be a testament to their skill, and after the White Wolves had been split into two during the battle at Starbase 84, she hoped that this new squadron would hold together, and that all the pilots would adapt to each other without falling apart.

- Fin

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OOC: Thread continues for Havenborn and Blue Zephyr.

[ LT Daniel Havenborn | Vector 2, Deck 16 – Fighter Assault Bay | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Blue Zephyr

Daniel thought for a moment as Chief Ji asked her questions.  “I noticed some slight irregularities in the drive system during the action but I had chalked it up to normal wear and tear.  From what I’m reading here it seems like a larger issue might be present but I’m no expert.”  Daniel said.  He hoped that she was an expert and would be able to find the problem and fix it before the away mission tomorrow.  He would of course stay and work with her should she need the help, or just want some company.

Daniel couldn’t help but look over the woman in front of him; she was quite beautiful even if she wasn’t what a blonde, which is what he preferred.  Thought he wouldn’t really pass a woman over if she wasn’t a blonde, he just liked blonde women more than any other.  He knew some people had that same feeling about redheads and brunettes, for him it was blondes.

He would have to remember to put this in his report at the end of the day for Commander Ravon to read, when he had been SCO he had made sure that his pilots had always made daily reports on their activities when it came to their fighters, he assumed that Commander Ravon would want one from him as well and hopefully this power fluctuation proved to be a minor issue and not something that would bar him from going on the away mission tomorrow.  He was partly looking forward to the said mission as it would get him back into space with his fighter where he belonged.

[CPO Eun Sae Ji | Auxiliary Office | Deck 16 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy]
@Havenborn

Ji's eyes shifted from the PADD of information in her hand to the Lieutenant that was standing there beside her desk.  She had not had the chance to really get to know Havenborn before, and she doubted that they had a great deal of time at the moment to do so.  She liked to get to know the pilots and the Engineers if she could but that was not always easy.  She mostly stayed to her deck there was plenty of shit to do here, and she didn't always have the luxury of exploring the ship and taking time to chit chat with people.  She gave a sigh. 

Chief's job is never done. she thought to herself.

“All right, show me where your bird is and we'll see what's going on with her.  The likelihood is, it's probably something amazingly simple.  Since her diagnostics were only recently run and came back fully green.  But you never know.  It takes so many parts to get your babies up, stable, and moving in the directions you dictate.”

She stood up and collected her PADD as well as her tools.  She quickly grabbed up everything she thought she might need and headed out after the pilot allowing him to lead her where his fighter was.  “When did you first start noticing the issue?” she asked as they walked over to the fighter in question.  She looked up at the great beast and gave out a long sigh.  She felt like she knew most of these inside and out at this point she had been inside them so very much.  But Ji might be a Chief but she was the sort of Chief that dove into all the grease and grime as quickly as any of the others.  She fully appreciated the ability to just get her hands dirty.

She pulled the large set of stairs up to the cockpit's entrance and she quickly scaled them.  Opening the hatch she leaned in and plugged in the diagnostic system into the main computer and began to run it.  Green coding ran across her screens as she looked back over at Daniel giving him a reassuring smile.  “Don't worry so much,” she teased.  “You got the best of the best on this.”

[ LT Daniel Havenborn | Vector 2, Deck 16 – Fighter Assault Bay | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Blue Zephyr

Daniel nodded as asked for him to show her to his fighter.  He waited for her to grab her things before leading her down the corridor and back out into the fighter bay.  He had always had respect for the mechanics and engineers who kept a ship’s fighters in fighting condition.  It reminded him of his own home, when he had been in training for his people’s aerospace defense group he had seen firsthand how well engineers and pilots worked together.  While on the Resolve he had considered Chief Randall a good friend and a damn fine engineer, the man would truly be missed.

"When did you first start noticing the issue?"

Daniel thought it over in his head; he hadn’t noticed it before the Battle of Starbase 84 so he was pretty certain that it was something he had done during the battle.  “I just noticed it before I came to see you, I’ve seen power fluctuations before but nothing this subtle before.”  Daniel said.  He walked with her over to his fighter, Knight was nowhere to be seen so he must have finished his work and left.  That was fine; he deserved a break after everything that they’d been through.  As she pulled a ladder over and climbed up, Daniel followed suit with the co-pilots’ ladder and watched her from the RIO’s seat.  He must have had a worried look on his face when she commented that he had the best of the best on it.  He wasn’t truly worried more so he felt weird that someone other than Chief Randall would be tending to his fighter for the rest of his career. 

After a few moments of waiting Daniel spoke.  “So what seems to be the issue, is it a quick fix or is it something that will need to be addressed during the upgrade?”  He asked, he hoped that this issue wouldn’t prevent him from flying tomorrow.

[CPO Eun Sae Ji | Vector 02 | Deck 16 | Fighter Assault Bay | USS Theurgy]
@Havenborn

Ji perched on the edge of the cockpit and let her diagnostic systems run a full sweep through the fighter.  It usually returned with anything unusual.  And while it didn't always actually diagnose the problem it would give her enough clues to look for.  She waited for a long moment, it didn't always take a long time it just depended on how low the system was on the diagnostic list.  For a while she surveyed the crew of her Flight Deck.  She supposed that it really belonged to Sten but she had always felt that it was hers in a way.  She definitely had the boys doing what she needed them to do.  She saw some of th men and women working together.  Getting the final maintenance done on most of them.

A chime sounded and she looked down.

Really.. why?

The phaser conduit was getting hot, but she needed to figure out why.  She let the diagnostic continue because there had to be a reason for it.  She watched the screen and waited to see if there was any other systems that had an issue.  She tilted her head as something came up with a malfunction.  That the main plasma conduit was having some kind of leakage issue.  Before she could think about what she wanted to do with it Havenborn was asking her what could be done with it.  She sighed. 

“The main plasma conduit is bleeding it's heat onto your phaser conduit.  Causing it to over heat and not function properly.” 

She came down the main staircase and she looked at her PADD she would want to switch out the main plasma conduit or she would at the very least see if the leak could be fixed.  Though she usually preferred to air on the side of caution and went with replacement when it was something that was important.  Her PADD pinged in her pocket and she pulled it out seeing that she was scheduled to work on a massively damaged fighter that was going to need a great deal of help and soon.  She sighed, thankful it had pinged her since she didn't want to forget that she needed to do that.  She checked her chronometer. 

I need to get to that one. she thought to herself as she let her eyes cast around the flight deck and saw Lawson walking leisurely, hands in his pockets.  She was always needing to tell him to do things he was horrible at self motivation but when he applied himself he could be a great mechanic.  She caught his eyes with her own.  “Lawson!  I got a job for you.”

Because it was what she expected of her men and women he quickly broke into a light jog as he made his way over to her.  He was tall and lanky.  Black hair and dark eyes.  She looked up at him, since he was far taller than her.  “This pilot has an issue with his fighter.  I need you to fix it.  Replace the part if necessary.  His main plasma conduit is leaking heat into the phaser conduit.  We need that fixed ASAP we need this guy ready to go when ever he might be needed.”

“Right!  Course!  Uhhh... yeah.  Let me just go grab my tools.”

Ji rose her brow.  “You're a mechanic on duty, shouldn't you have those on you?”

“Uh yeah, but I had just hit the head, so I put them down.”

Her brow remained where it had risen earlier.  “Hurry.”

“Right!  Yeah!  On it.”

He jogged away and Ji rolled her eyes.  Letting her breath out in a quick release it brushed her bangs out of her face as she logged on her PADD who she was charging with the repair.  PO3 Jin Lawson, Betazoid.  She quickly selected his name and assigned him to the ship, the bay, and the work even detailing the problem.  Lawson came back with his tools as soon as he could and gave a grin.  “Got them.  Okay, uhh yeah.. right.. plasma conduit.”

Ji looked over at Havenborn.  “Should be good pretty quick.” she smiled at him reassuringly.  “I need to check on a badly damaged fighter, let me know if you need anything else.”  she turned and jogged across the bay to the other ship that needed her assistance.  Letting out a low whistle of surprise.

[ LT Daniel Havenborn | Vector 2, Deck 16 – Fighter Assault Bay | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Blue Zephyr

Daniel nodded as she replied to him about what the cause was.  He was thankful that the problem was a simple fix and that it wouldn’t take too long.  As she called over another tech he assumed that she was getting some help to fix his fighter but then she assigned the tech to do the job himself.  The tech however was a little unorganized and he wasn’t completely sure how much faith he had in his ability to fix his craft but at the moment there was nothing that he could do about it.  Major repair work was beyond his ability but if Chief Ji had faith in this technician then Daniel would trust her judgment.  “Thank you Chief Ji.”  Daniel said as she walked off to take care of another problem.

It was at this moment that he missed Chief Randall.  He had some doubts about this new crew but at least some of them were from the Resolve so there was that.  At least Chief Herrold was the second in command for the hangar bay that was reassuring and with him around he’d definitely make sure that the techs from the Resolve got up to date, because he was sure that none of them had ever seen the Mark-IIIs or those Valravn monstrosities.

As Daniel was standing nearby his fighter watching the tech do his work, Knight walked up to him.  “What’s going on?”  Knight asked him as he watched a technician working on their fighter.  “I thought the retrofit wasn’t taking place until after the away mission.”  He added.  “It still is; this is in connection with the power fluctuation that I had found.”  Daniel replied as Knight nodded.  “Well I’ve looked over the proposed retrofit and from what I can tell it’ll really help Hellcat in overall performance, she may not feel quite the same but she’ll at least be able to keep up with those newer models better than she can now.”  Knight stated.

Daniel looked over at a Mark-III.  “Well even if she doesn’t feel the same, it’s about time she got an upgrade after everything that we put her through to get home.”  Daniel said.  “Do you remember the time that you pranked Chief Randall with the fighter’s warp core breach.  Oh how he was livid and while I thought it was absolutely hilarious I had to punish you in my official duties, you have no idea how hard that was to do.”  Daniel said chuckling alongside his friend.  “Oh I remember; Randall never let me do any sort of maintenance work on the warp core ever again after that.”  Knight said chuckling as he remembered his prank on their old Chief.  “On that note, let’s go raise a glass to our old friend Randall.”  Knight suggested.

“Yes, lets.”  Daniel said as he turned with his friend towards the door of the hangar bay.

~ FIN