Posted by Lieutenant Ael Khev (Pilot, Red Squad Leader) in Hanger Bay

Posted by Ensign Eric Stratto (Engineer) in Hanger Bay

Posted by >>>It was a little past 1230 hours when Sapper stepped into the hangar bay. While he had planned on meeting with Lieutenant Primage- Sehlat- here for a tour at 1100 hours, the physical was quite thorough, and as a result, took longer. Still, he hoped the Lieutenant would be understanding.

Not immediately seeing her, he went to the closest berth, and ran a simple level three diagnostic on the fighter’s drive system. It’s regular maintenance, but can easily be overlook.

-Sapper

“You the new flight crew?” Ael said from behind.

-Lt Ael Khev, Apex (Red Squad Leader)

“Yes…well, no, Lieutenant”, Sapper answer, stepping out from behind the fighter. “Ensign Stratto”, he offered, “but please call me Sapper. I’m new to the Olinski, but not officially assigned as a member of the flight crew. Just an engineering grunt looking to be useful anywhere. I just recently came aboard, and haven’t even reported to the Chief yet- not due until tomorrow. So I thought I’d come by and do some minor maintenance.”

The computer chimed, indicating that the level three diagnostic was complete. “Of course, since I haven’t reported in, I’m only limited to level three diagnostic tests. I was wondering if you would enter your authorization for a level two on the heuristic targeting system”, Sapper asked, showing Lieutenant Khev the results of the level two diagnostic, and the targeting system with an unexplained 0.02% variance.

-Sapper

“Trade you.” Ael offered. “My cutlass has been pulling left the last couple days. Check that out, and I’ll authorise whatever you need to do.” He tapped in his code for Sapper’s current work. “Good to meet you Sapper, you can call me Apex if you like. Ael if you don’t mind Romulan names.”

-Lt Ael Khev, Apex (Red Squad Leader)

“Most likely cause is a congested port thruster”, Sapper offered, looking past the Lieutenant towards the sleek fighter. Sapper had seen the design specs, poured over PADDs of their schematics, and even dealt with holographic representations of the craft. But he knew that none of the preparations mattered. No one could tell you about her moods- her quirks- the way she burned hotter within proximity of a warp field, or stubbornly refused to retract landing gear until in vacuum.

“What’s her name”, Sapper asked, taking a few steps closer, making sure that she wouldn’t mind the new engineer.

-Sapper