Posted by Lieutenant Katherine Prescott (Wing Leader (Pilot)) in Side sim- Black Sparrow

Posted by Civilian Brianna “Bree” O’Harra (Head of Mining Operations) in Side sim- Black Sparrow

Posted by Civilian Michael Conrad (Black Sparrow CO) in Side sim- Black Sparrow
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It had taken a week for the raven haired pilot to get settled in. Between shift reports and duty rosters, and just getting her Wing together enough to get back on some semblance of a training schedule, she hadn’t had much time to explore. Now, with a rest day ‘finally’ on her calendar, Katherine decided to see what she could find.

After lunch, and some wandering that got her turned around a time or two, she wound up in a large hanger with the most stunning ship she had ever seen. Nodding to folks here and there and walking with enough confidence and purpose to not draw questions, she walked up to the Black Sparrow and started walking around it. She couldn’t help but reach out and run her hand over its surface. She attempted to find a way in, just to see what she could see, but by the time she reached the back, she had had no luck.

With no regards to her clothes, a pair of jet black leggings that matched her hair, tucked into calf high black boots, and a deep crimson tunic top that was tucked in to the high waistband, she climbed up the maintenance rack set behind the exhaust ports and took a peek. “Oh, girl… aren’t you a beauty!”

It wasn’t long before she had climbed up into the exhaust and was looking at the safety screen and the open work panel before her. From the outside, all anyone saw were her legs from the knees down, sticking out and occasionally kicking up absently like a child laying and watching a holo program. Inside, she was looking and poking, taking mental notes to try and suss out the system, but was extra cautious not to move or touch anything vital. She was no novice when it came to mechanics. She often worked on her own fighter. But this… this was something that made her skin goose with excitement. She was humming and the resonance of it echoed slightly from the large metal cylinder she was tucked into.

Katherine Prescott
Wing Leader

Conrad quietly walked up to the exhaust port. Katrina had alerted him of a potential intruder, however he had not expected to find the stranger with their legs hanging out of his own ship. He quietly strolled up. No need to raise any alarm until he found out who it was. He leaned down and happened to look in. Still no idea who it was, though the hips confirmed it was a woman.

“Careful!” he spoke up. “There was a big burly Klingon working on this up here. What happened to him, I wonder?”

His weapon was secured inside the ship, so he was unarmed, but he was always ready for anything. She’d either end up talking to him or fighting with him. His dark leather pants and jacket fit to his form. He had not shaved for about a week, so a 5 o’clock shadow was evident. He waited for her to get out.

-Michael Conrad, Black Sparrow CO

“AHHH” A dull thud and cry of alarm were followed by the startled woman scooting backwards out of the ship till she was kneeling in front of the port. Her dark black hair, neatly braided some time ago, was coming loose where it had been catching here and their in her exploring. And the front of her shirt, once a smooth crimson sheet down the front of her body was smeared with exhaust dust, grease and finger marks as she tugged it down from having crept up on her escape from the exhaust. She had a smear of exhaust on her cheek where she had been leaning on the interior wall.

Conrad raised an eyebrow at her.

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t touch anything, I promise.” She stood up, her hand balancing her on the ship as a moment of vertigo rushed to her head. Then she rubbed her hands on her slacks, doing little more than create small clear spots, and offer one. “I’m Prescott, Katherine Prescott, new Wing Leader. Forgive me, but she’s so lovely I couldn’t help myself.” She was blushing, though it was hard to tell. She just hoped he wasn’t security come to lock her up.

Which would be a horrible way to meet a man who looked that nice. Her eyes couldn’t help looking him up and down with a hint of approval.

Katherine
Pilot ((wrong sign off)

Conrad took her hand carefully, but firmly. “Katherine Prescott, the name is Michael Conrad, captain of this ship. Are you’re sure you didn’t touch anything?” He obviously didn’t believe her, given her current ragged state. Despite it all, he took in her figure and caught her eyes wandering. A slight grin took hold in his features upon the realization. “Something I can help you with?”

-Michael Conrad, Black Sparrow CO