Arrivals

Posted on Mon Mar 28th, 2016 @ 6:01am by Colonel S'er'in'e & Lieutenant JG Yalane

Mission: By Dawn's Early Light
Location: Hanger Bay / CAG's Office

OOC: This takes place in the the middle of 'Together Again Samanthia / S'er'in'e'

The Federation starship USS Endymion dropped out of warp near Starbase 332 only long enough to drop off a transfer before speeding off again towards its final destination. Said transfer a mere spec in space, especially compared to the towering starbase she found herself assigned to, lazily wheeled around and barrelrolled before waggling her modified Razor fighter's wings at the retreating USS Endymion, partially in greet as well as in appreciation for the ride.

Now though just outside of Starbase space proper, she accelerated her small craft to full speed, before pulling a tight turn, pulling up, cutting off her engines, using attitude thrusters to turn around essentially flying backwards at high speed, then powering up her main engines again to come to what could only be described as pure showing off, her craft silently screeched to a halt and dashed forward again, once more pulling into a series of tight turns, loops and rolls.

No, it didn't have any real purpose. At least, not one that observers could discern. Though legal just outside of Starbase space proper, it was far from professional. But the pilot didn't care. Were there a communication link, they would hear her laugh of sheer enjoyment, laughing with a deep resonating purrrr underneath. But there wasn't, so nobody heard her.

No, this wasn't practice, this wasn't professional - this was dancing. This was ...

... Freedom.

All things must end though, and so did the pilot's display of pure elegance in space, a display that hinted at a feeling of unity between pilot and machine - instead of one being operated by the other, this craft and its pilot were as one, extensions of each other.

Now though she slowed down, leveled herself off to the horizontal of the lazily spinning top that was to be her new home and calmly entered Starbase space proper. Once near enough she opened a comm channel.

"Starrrbase 332, Lieutenant Juniorrr Grrrade 'Rrreaperrr' Yalane piloting modified Rrrazorrr, rrrequesting apprrroach vectorrr and docking clearrrance." The voice sounded calm and professional, effortlessly nailing that 'pilot cool' that all fighter-jocks aspire to. There was a rolling lilt to her speech, especially in the way she pronounced her R's. "I was told to rrreporrrt to a Majorrr S'errr'in'e."

Approach vectors were provided and a space assigned and in light of the losses they just suffered space was hardly a problem, even S'er'in'e's own fighter lay under a wrap to hide from view in its crippled state. Prior warning had been given about this particular craft but aside from that little else was paid attention to until it had landed. "You will find the Major in his office Lieutenant but fair warning, you may not find him in the best of moods for clear reasons when you land."

"Starrrbase actual, thank you for the clearrrance and the warrrning. Rrreaperrr out."

The Razor was a modified one, with the cockpit area slightly elongated, and with a strange, shallow bulge towards the front. The fighter was painted in a standard Federation off-white color, with six killmarks under the cockpit canopy, and a stylized scythe painted diagonally over the top of the hull.

It landed gently, before the cockpit canopy hinged open, revealing the pilot. A feline like the Major, but features different enough to show she wasn't the same race. Nowhere near as sizable or massive and bulky either, but almost matching him in height. With elongated, powerful limbs she lept out of the cockpit, removing her helmet once on the actual hangar bay deck plating.

Gathering several looks from several people, the feline pilot beheld the general state of disarray of the hangar itself, slitted blue eyes trailing over various damaged craft, several hidden underneath tarps as well. She reached inside the cockpit to retrieve a PADD.

Now though the tall pilot made her way to the CAG's office, following the map on her PADD. Her hips swayed with each elongated step, tail counterswaying for balance, mobile ears flicking this way and that. Once at the office she rang the doorchime.

"Come." S'er'in'e's voice heard through the door, sharp, agitated but clear nonetheless. He'd seen her walk the small distance from her fighter to his office through the one way bulkhead, he liked to observe and ensure things were in motion without being noticed. When the doors opened he saw the feline standing in the doorway. His keen eyes caught her rank and as afforded all females a slight bow, his tail gently swaying left and right behind him, his ears pert and forward facing to listen.

"May I help you Lieutenant?" It could be heard that he'd tempered the steel in his voice, there was control in his actions but obvious all was not the norm. He'd heard about this newest arrival in a memo he'd glanced over, in light of recent events he found himself having trouble keeping his mind focused in light of the people he would never really get to know or work with again.

A slimmer feline than himself but the males were generally larger and stronger while the females were lighter, more graceful in line and far more agile. He was slightly surprised at her height mostly due to for once not having to look down on or more on the person he was talking to. Her fur pure white in contrast to his night black and pleasing to the eye in a feline way. He knew she was not Caitian, but now was hardly the time for a xenobiology lesson.

Yalane's whiskers twitched, as did her tail, when she saw her to-be commanding officer. She hadn't expected a Caitian, let alone such a sizable specimen. She couldn't help but smirk slightly even as she straightened herself, having ducked to fit properly through the doorway, tail flicking aside to avoid getting caught in the closing door behind her.

"Lieutenant Juniorrr Grrrade Yalane, callsign 'Reaper', rrrazorrr pilot, in posession of my own perrrsonal, modified fighterrr. Rrreporrrting forrr duty, Majorrr. Rrready to be the best pilot you've everrr had." Yalane spoke sharply, the drawl in her voice evident with every R she rolled. "My trrransferrr paperrrs." she added, powerfully built, clawed hand offering S'er'in'e the PADD she had been holding.

Taking the documents he reviewed them silently as his whiskers twitched from time to time and his ears making small movements as he read. Everything was in order from medical, reviews, service records and certifications. "I try to not make situations about species, however, being feline also will working with me prove a problem?" He asked. He placed the documents on his table. Somehow seeing Yalane made him feel overweight, even though he was in excellent health and fitness for his age and size. As fast as the thought came to him he remembered that males were larger, much so in many cases and stronger but females held edges males would ever achieve, but with another feline on the scene he wanted to make sure his presence would not be a problem for her.

Yalane was strangely proportioned. Where S'er'in'e was just big and bulky everywhere, he was still in proportion to your average humanoid, just scaled up. Yalane on the other hand had a normal size torso one might even consider slender, but with relatively long and powerful limbs. Especially her legs. The only fat on her body was her chest, where modest 'feminine charms' lay, her limbs and shoulder were just pure muscle. Whereas the larger male Caitian was built for strength, Yalane was built for speed and acrobatics, probably the fastest person on foot on the station.

"None whatsoeverrr, Majorrr." she readily replied, still standing at attention, as per protocol. She found said protocol stupid and unnecessary, but even Yalane knew that there was only one chance for a first impression, and making a bad impression on her direct commanding officer was a recipe for a bad time. An ear twitched. "Perrrmission to speak frrreely, Majorrr?"

"Please." S'er'in'e replied, he motioned her with his hand to relax and he glanced through the window again at the Hanger. The glance but a brief one as he rounded his desk, wrapped his tail about his waist and then sat in his chair facing the new feline pilot. His whiskered flared slightly but that could boil down to the recent situation, the scent of Yalane and the lingering odour of various liquids in use on the Hanger outside.

And relax Yalane did, finding a chair to sit down on, a soft purrr sounding as she did. Long legs crossed, hands steepled together underneath her chin. "Therrre arrre a lot less fighterrrs on the fighterrr deck than seem prrroperrr forrr a station this size. Some of the ones that arrre therrre display signs of damage, and therrre's an overwhelming odor of varrrious liquids that arrre supposed to stay inside the crrraft rrratherrr than be outside of it. Plus, therrre's a hint of scorrrched trrritanium laminated durrranium and frrried electrrronics in the airrr as well." the new pilot offered.

"I'm assuming something bad happened recently? I got my orrrderrrs to trrransferrr herrre in a hurrry and was just able to grrrab a trrransporrrt. Plus, it strrruck me as noteworrrthy that I was orrrderrred to brrring my own fighterrr." she added, ears focused firmly on the larger officer before her. "Seems my gut feeling that you werrre lacking both pilots and materrriel werrre trrrue?"

"By your statements I can only surmise you are not up to date on events. Just recently a large enemy fleet engaged the station, I deployed everyone but 65 of my pilots didn't return and over 100 of my craft out of action." S'er'in'e paused, that steel he'd been using to curb anger at the situation threatening to slip. "Lacking not through choice but through action. We did what we were trained to do and with combat there is always a price to be paid. We fought off the engaging vessels but by that time the price was paid, now we try to rebuild." He thought about his own fighter, crippled in the wing sat lifeless and unknowing when it would fly again.

Yalane's ears flattened as she listened, her tail wrapping around her waist as she did. "No, I hadn't hearrrd. I just got orrrderrrs to trrransferrr here and brrring my fighterrr, without furrrtherrr explanation." she mused, furrowing her brows, whiskers angling back as well. "Forrr what it's worrrth, I'm sorrry. I know what it's like to lose people you carrre about."

S'er'in'e nodded then a silence lingered for a moment, it still had not yet fully sank in the full extent of those lost. Moment later he spoke again. "You are to be assigned to the Pythons Squadron, Lieutenant Buccheri commanding." He paused again. "I am sorry that you have to join us whilst we are still recovering, I doubt it made for an encouraging start to your assignment here but I already have plans in motion to replace crippled craft and obtain new pilots for the department."

"I've crrrawled out of biggerrr ashes and conquerrred, Majorrr. Don't worrry about me." Yalane offered. "If therrre's anything I can do to help, let me know. If not, I'll go get my physical taken carrre of, quarrrterrrs assigned and meet my Lieutenant Buccherrri and my squadron mates."

"Settle in as best you can, obviously changes will happen once new pilots and craft arrive. You may wish to speak to your crew chief about any special requirements that your craft has. See to your medical as soon as you can so I can add you to our available patrol rosters, I'd like to resume those ASAP if at all possible and if I may suggest, avoid Bay Alpha 1." That was his bay and one he wanted as few people around it as possible. "If there is nothing else, you are dismissed." He bowed slightly again, tradition playing a part, culture had to be satisfied especially when females were involved.

"Sirrr." Yalane hopped up out of her chair and offered a salute, tail swishing behind her, ears alert. After the salute she turned and exited the office, on her way to get settled in.

S'er'in'e watched her leave, he had an important job to start and then return to his Mate below decks.