Hangar Buddies

Posted on Sat Aug 13th, 2016 @ 1:23am by Lieutenant JG Jason Rawles & Lieutenant JG Yalane

Mission: Brave New World
Location: Primary Hangar Bay

"No, we can't get it back in the air yet," Jason Rawles was explaining to the young deck officer that was walking along side, "Even though we've got that secondary converter replaced, with the primary buffer in such a bad state it's going to fry out the entire electrical system if we fire it up."

"Not if we bypass the secondary feedback loop straight into the capacitor system," The deck officer replied.

Jason looked at the schematic he was holding for a moment and seemed to consider it, then shook his head, "No, I want my bird fixed, not spacetaped back together," He said with a sigh.

"We don't have any replacement buffers right now," The young man replied, sounding disappointed.

"I know, we're just going to have to..." Jason stopped dead in his tracks, "What the hell..." He pushed the PADD into the Deck officer's hand, his face screwed up in confusion.

"I'll be back," He said, cutting through a row of fighters.

"What... exactly... are you?" He called to the furry tail sticking out of the most oddly modified fighter he'd ever seen... well... other than the CAGs.

Said tail was attached to a white form dressed in a Federation pilot uniform, and said white form flashed by before Rawles' eyes in a mighty leap, landing behind the modified razor with a dull Thud and a tiny, paniced Squeak. After the pounce Yalane rose to her full height, proudly as she did, a mouse still squirming and squeaking, caught in her paw. With a swift motion and a sickening *crunch* though she wolfed it down, swallowing the little critter whole, a purrr sounding from the tall, slender feline. Her slitted, predatory eyes fully focused on Jason.

"The best damn fighterrr pilot you'll everrr meet, is what I am." she answered his question. "Name's Yalane, and this is my tin can." she motioned to the modified razor, with the callsign 'Reaper' painted in small letters on the hull side, and the scythe painted across the top of he hull.

Jason, surprisingly unmoved by the eating of the mouse (she was a cat, after all), narrowed his eyes, "No... no, that's me. So you're the second best fighter pilot ever," He said, a defiant twinkle in his eye.

"Sounds like a challenge to me." Yalane purred. "Once you get yourrr fighterrr flying again we'll hold a little contest, see if you can walk the walk." Her expression softened a bit after that. "Though, I rrread up a bit on yourrr most rrrecent op. That was rrrough. Anyone who came out of that one alive knows how to fly a tin can. What's yourrr name, kid?"

"Kid?" Jason said with a laugh. "Haven't been called a kid in a long time," He said with a grin. "Jason Rawles, callsign is Razor," He said, offering her a hand to shake.

"Well, I'll be flying with you, it seems we'rrre in the same flight grrroup." Yalane's grip was powerful, her hand overlarge, with the tips of her claws filed down.

"Sounds fun," Jason replied with a big grin and a nod. "The best and the second best pilot in Starfleet... we'll be unstoppable."

The feline streeEEeetched and yaaAAaawned, displaying an impressive set of muscles as well as predatory fangs. "So what's therrre to do herrre forrr fun? I'm borrred."

"A lot, actually," Jason replied. "I didn't think I'd like station duty, but the Starbase as seen plenty of action lately, and the Promenade has plenty going on. There's good food, a smattering of gambling here and there, three soccer fields, a football stadium, and a baseball stadium, and more holodecks than you can shake a stick at. There's not a lot of reasons to be bored," He said, grinning broadly.

"Yeah, well, who's going to stop me frrrom being borrred. You?" Yalane answered with a smirk of her own, folding powerful arms over eachother. "Watcha gonna do, huh? Well?"

"Guess I could show you around," Jason said with a casual shrug, "But you gotta promise not to get any fur on my uniform, got it?" He asked, eyes twinkling playfully.

"That's all up to you, kid." Yalane murrred, stalking around him once with long steps, claws clicking on the deck plating. "Depends on how entertaining you are." she purrrred.

"I am damn entertaining," Jason replied, very seriously.

"Rrreally now." She paused, standing in front of him. "Well? I'm waiting."

"Try and keep up," Jason said, with a dangerous grin.