Posted by Lieutenant Commander Alexandra “Little Sehlat” Primage (Commander Air Group (CAG)) in Steve wonders around the flight deck and hanger fixing things. Tag CAG

Posted by Lieutenant Steve Johnson (Chief Engineer) in Steve wonders around the flight deck and hanger fixing things. Tag CAG

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Alexandra “Little Sehlat” Primage (Commander Air Group (CAG)) in Steve wonders around the flight deck and hanger fixing things. Tag CAG
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A moment later she had them ducking under a fighter that was so taken apart, it was hard to tell exactly what it was, if you hadn’t seen it beforehand. Then, a couple steps later, the caution tapes on the floor indicated the hatch to the jeffries tube he needed access to. “Here you go. Up one, left and down will put you behind this wall,” she affectionally patted to wall to her left, “and the air unit. I’ll be here when you come out. Just holler if you need anything.”

Xandra
CAG

Looking at all the parts he was fascinated by had to pay attention or get hurt. “Roger that. I can’t wait.... to get to work. I’ll be done in about 20 minutes. If you’re not here, I’ll stand by until you come.” Jackass he thought about himself.

Lt. Steve Johnson CE

When Steve was finished, he’d come out of the jeffries tube to find Xandra half inside the intake of a nearby shuttle. The panel was off and she had pushed herself into the compartment nearly far enough to lift her feet off the ground. One foot was lifted, half cocked a the knee. And her other foot was on tip toe as she reached in to do whatever she was doing.

And she was humming. Her lifted foot was bouncing slightly in time with the tune.

Xandra
CAG

Getting out of the tube and brushing himself off he heard a noise and aw the CAG almost engulfed in a plane just be-bopping around. Enjoying the view and smiling to himself before he cleared his throat loudly so as not to scare her or at least try to minimize the scare so she doesn’t hurt herself that badly. “Madam? I am done but please do take your time. Do you need any help?” He looked to see if there was enough room for them both to fit inside.

Lt. Steve Johnson, CE

Xandra laughed silently to herself. She had heard the door close and had counted the seconds till he tried to call out. “I’m good… though if you wanna help, there is a panel on the belly. One panel from the aft and two to starboard. If you can remove that, I’d be grateful. Need to drop a line and will save me a couple steps.” She stopped bouncing her foot and tried to shift to get the cable going where she needed. But it still left one leg half up in the air as she stretched further into the tube.

Xandra
CAG

“Will do but are you sure you don’t want me to hold your legs like a wheelbarrow so you can get to what you are reaching at? But I can do that after I get that panel off for you.” He grabbed the proper tool and got down and removed the panel hoping to see her.”

Lt. Steve Johnson, CE

Xandra laughed. “No, thanks… but if you remove that panel, I’ll not have to reach so far. I was actually stretching trying to reach the fasteners from ‘this’ side so I wouldn’t have to go back and forth.” She shook her head, though he wouldn’t see it. “Just trying to short cut. So you helping keeps me from doing something ridiculous that I shouldn’t have.”

Xandra
CAG

Laughing, “No problem. I’ll get that for you.” With the tools in hand he undid the panel and saw her. He smiled. “Hi. Come here often?” He said with a grin. “What else do you need help with?”

Lt. Steve Johnson, CE

Xandra laughed as his face came into view beneath her. “Probably more than I should.” After a second of squirming, she slowly snaked a conduit cable between the engine case and the wall of the shuttle. “Take this and there should be a connector for it just to your left, back up underneath. I may have been able to eventually get it from here, but it wouldn’t have been pretty.” It was her turn to laugh.

Xandra
CAG

He laughed at her statement and grabbed the cable. “Well, I think anything that you do is pretty. And I mean that.” While giving her a grin and moving the cable into position and connecting it. “There. That is done. What else?”

Lt. Steve Johnson, CE

She laughed and shook her head. “You haven’t been on the ship long… have you?” Hooking her end of the cable she nodded. “Nope, that should do it. Crew can run the tests now. If you wouldn’t mind putting that panel back on, I think that’s if for this ol’ gal.” She reached down near her hip and grabbed the tool she needed and started working on securing the line in place while he put the cover back on. “So what made you come out here? I mean, a fighter in the middle of space? I know nearly every ship ends up in a fight at some point. But we actually go out specifically TO fight.” She laughed because most folks just ended up here cause of orders. It was the ones who sought out the Oli as a temporary home that intrigued her most.

Xandra
CAG

“Well I have been on here long enough to know what is pretty and what is not.” Putting the cover back on and then getting up to get behind her to assist her getting out of the craft if she needed it, he continued. “I like a challenge. I like adventure and I like being part of something. That is why I chose this ship. I didn’t expect to get it since this is my first DH job and it is an important ship. So, I will work my tail off to be worthy of the ship and her crew. Now that I am behind you, do you need help getting out of that tight area you’re in?” Admiring the view.

Lt. Steve Johnson, CE

Xandra laughed and scooted back to drop out of the shaft. “Appreciate it. But guess I’m just used to doing my own thing. As for being here, don’t burn yourself out trying to prove yourself. Remember what you said, this is an important ship. You already proved yourself or you wouldn’t be here. So just take that into consideration when you are pushing yourself. Don’t want you burning out before your time.”

She nodded to the tools around her feet. “Though, I’m not beneath asking for help putting tools back.” She squatted down and began to place the tools back. The deck boxes were twice the size of the ones engineering used. And it seemed everything has a specific spot, rather than just ‘this drawer’ or ‘that drawer’. It was spot specific almost to an OCD level.

Xandra
CAG

“Thanks. But there a bunch of little things that need attending to that my team is working on. Little cracks in the damn cause a major flood eventually and I do not mind helping out with the tools.” Bending down and looking at the box and tools. “Say, we need this for engineering. Another good idea brought to you by Xandra.” He said smiling. “But this will help lessen the chance of placing something important into the wrong drawer or area. I like it.” Finishing up the tools he helped carry them to whre they needed to go and glanced over at the CAG. “So. Do you have any plans for tonight? I was thinking that since you eat and I also eat, that we could get something together?”

Lt. Steve Johnson, CE

Xandra smiled at the comment about the tool box. “Out here, a misplaced or lost tool can down an aircraft or make it explode on a turn in space. So, yeah, we have to be super careful about our tools. And sometimes we are in a rush, so this helps out a lot. Easy to do, really,” she showed him the list of tools on the lid of each box, and how each tool had an outline or cushion spot made for it. “This way you can see, at a glance, what’s missing. And tool boxes are signed out and signed in with a secondary, supervisor, signature. So when we do shift changes, we also count the boxes. Sure, it’s a space ship, not like it’s being left behind. But this way nothing is left inside an aircraft or pushed to a corner cause someone went on lunch and didn’t come back to retrieve it.”

“That I can agree with wholeheartedly. Don’t need ships blowing up because of a lazy person or a rush job gone bad. Accidents happen but this at least will help to lessen them.”

She smiled when he, round about, asked her to dinner. “As a matter of fact, I ‘do’ eat. I hear it’s a thing. And yes, in answer to your query, I would love to have dinner with you tonight. Say, 2100 in the officer’s mess? Late enough to avoid the main crowd and early enough to still get to bed at a decent hour.” She laughed because she would remain up most the of the night, regardless. She just did.

Xandra
CAG

Smiling when she said that She would love to have dinner with him. “That is great! 2100hrs it is. I will see you then or before if something else breaks in here and you need me.” Then it dawned on him. “Hmm. Maybe a stupid question but since I am still new to this ship, do we have to wear our uniforms to the officer mess or can I wear what I want? I don’t want to come in looking like a tool either way. I am nervous as it is and don’t need more.”

Lt. Steve Johnson, CE