Posted by Commander Richard “Ricochet” O’Shea (Cmd Air Group (CAG)) in Corridor outside the Hanar bay. . . .
Ric was silent for most of the trip back to the Olinski. He was getting more and more upset the whole trip. Someone had either lied to him or not done their job correctly. He just didn’t know which answer was worse: Xandra lying about being okay to fly, or, someone in medical giving her the green light to do so. Either way, he was going to find out.

The Ranger class fighter had barely touched down and Ric was exiting the gunner’s seat. To the NE engineer that had come along with he and Xandra, he said, “Shut ‘er down, ensign. I’ve got someone to see and it’s important.” He threw his helmet to the seat and climbed out.

“Aye, sir,” came the reply.

“Lt. Primage, wait for me in my office—no, never mind. Come with me to Sickbay.” There was no affection in his voice this time when he spoke to her, only frustration and anger.

Ricochet (CAG)

Xandra frowned as the engineer was told to shut it down. She had been about to protest when Ric gave the order for her to follow him. His no nonsense verbage made her frown but only to his back. “Yes, Sir.” She stepped from the shuttle after setting it to holding controls for the engineer who took her place.

She set her own helmet on the console and followed him out, her skipped steps making her quickly catch up to his flank as he stormed from the hanger. They were outside the hanger in relative privacy as she followed his stalking steps. “Sir, is there something I can help with?” He had used her rank and surname last, so she had no intention of using familial titles with first. Perhaps what was happening on the surface was troubling him. It was certainly troubling her.

Xandra
Pilot