Inbound Flight Delays

Posted on Tue Aug 30th, 2011 @ 10:03pm by Commander Dietrich Reinhart

Mission: The Pak'Leth Problem
Location: Pan-Galactic Flight 67108, flight to Archaanis System SB332 on Spider-B Approach
Timeline: Mission Day 02 - 0800 hours

Pan-Galactic Flight 67108, flight to Archaanis System SB332 on Spider-B Approach

::ON::

The civilian flight came to a dead stop out of warp. A little abrupt, but the dampeners handled it well. There was only one person in the passenger ship that did not handle it well, but made it to the restroom in time. Reinhart shuddered at the cleanup crew's duties. They were still in the approach channel from Pacifica, though they were in a holding pattern.

And they held. For forty five minutes. Which was not a huge deal considering they were in flight from the larger transport for the last twenty seven hours. But it was annoying.

Something was up. And he was determined to find out what it was. Dietrich stood from his seat and moved forward in the cabin, past a few rows of seats and passed the flight crew.

"Excuse me, sir," a young Orion flight attendant called. It hurt more than one way, she said "sir," acknowledging he was older than her. Second, she was just too darn good looking for his taste. "The flight deck is for crew only. The restrooms are in the aft of the transport."

Starbase 332's executive officer smiled kindly, "Of course, Ma'am. I am a Starfleet Pilot and the executive officer of Starbase 332. I was hoping to see if I can expedite our approach."

The attendant smiled and took a moment to think through: breaking the rules versus personal gains. The wheels were turning in her head. It took Dietrich a brief moment to break through the trance in her eyes to see that she was considering letting him on the flight deck. There weren't many reasons why he shouldn't, besides the breaking of the rules. She eventually nodded and waved him by, allowing him to continue his journey towards the steps and into the flight deck.

"I am not afraid of knives, I am not afraid of guns," he paused as he considered, "but Lord help me I am afraid of red headed women."

Commander Dietrich Reinhart clicked the flight cabin's bell, "Flight crew, my name is Commander Dietrich Reinhart. I noticed we are stuck in a holding pattern."

A brief thirty seconds elapsed and the buzzer came through with muffled talk, as if they flipped the pickle-switch faster than one of the crew members was ready. "Commander, we are in a holding pattern. The station assures us that it will not be much longer. I encourage you to return to your seat and enjoy the rest of your flight."

Ass. "Actually, I was wondering if there was a way I could help. I happen to be Starbase 332's executive officer. This is my airspace."

The pause was shorter this time. "Come on in," they said as the door opened. Greeted by a man in the space-line's uniform.

The XO smiled. "There are some benefits to being a Station Executive."

::OFF::

Cmdr. Dietrich Reinhart
Executive Officer
Starbase 332