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Post by Lucien Vinigan on Sept 8, 2012 20:12:54 GMT -5
He moved into the hangar feeling a bit tired in his head and annoyed, he hated being the lowest rank in his squad and hated officers right now. Earlier that same day had gotten into a 'fight' with an officer, he was still sure that the officer had less experience then himself which had gotten him into trouble.
The officer named McCowen had been lucky enough to push all the right buttons to turn him angry and he had ended up calling the officer a coward and generally overstepping his permission. And the officer had sadly stayed cool-headed and victoriously gotten Vinigan into trouble.
After that he had been put in the brig for 'disobeying an officer' while they figured out the punishment and at that point Vinigan had started feeling really bad about himself. But to his luck the charges nor the punishment was hard, he had been ordered to run errands from an officer until he had learned his lesson. An Elizabeth Kirkwood, he had asked around the people also in the hangar and had gotten a pretty good idea about who who this Lieutenant Kirkwood was.
He walked up to the women who he was pretty sure was Kirkwood after having made sure his uniform was correct before snapping to attention "Lieutenant Kirkwood? Private Vinigan, reporting for... Service?" He wasn't sure what to call it because he had only been told to report to Kirkwood. But he tried not to look to tired or annoyed.
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Post by Elizabeth 'Firefly' Kirkwood on Sept 8, 2012 20:32:43 GMT -5
McCowen, he gave her more crap to handle than she could feasibly manage to get done in one day. She wanted to just explain that her itinerary was full and that she didn't have time between briefings and research and... the woman wanted to just go home for the day and forget much of anything. Right. There had been some infantry enlistee who couldn't keep his mouth shut or had gotten in a fight or something.
She had to babysit McCowen's screw up's on top of it all? The last thing the officer felt like doing was playing babysitter to some private who couldn't hack the drop corps. Right, research. The woman flipped open the computer system and started looking for something when she heard a voice. "Get in trouble under my watch Vinigan, you will find yourself using a toothbrush." she commented lightly. Liz was playing but in all seriousness she meant it as well.
She pointed at docked Starfuries in the hangar bay and spoke. "One. Two. Three."[/b] The ships had just come back from being serviced but maintenance never cleaned them up like they should look. "Get any water in those cockpits and your name will be Private mud"[/b] she reminded him. The woman didn't take to looking down on anyone; this kid seemed confused, scared, young, and new. Well those four in combination didn't gain her sympathy when it came to proper discipline, but he had done nothing to deserve her scorn as of the moment.
The officer looked towards him for a moment. "As you were private" she mentioned in off hand comment. She would wait to see if he had anything smart to say before she dismissed him. That would honestly be the difference between a normal scrub brush, towel, soap and water or a toothbrush and soap and water. Sometimes she enjoyed cleaning to keep her mind off things, not today it appeared. Actually it was quite nice taking that off her to-do list as long as McCowan had made it today.
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Post by Lucien Vinigan on Sept 8, 2012 21:03:08 GMT -5
Well she seemed calm enough, though far from satisfied with everything and like she had plenty of other stuff to do and he was more in the way then helping, he was sure of that. She pointed at the three ships he needed to clean, just fucking great, he thought to himself still standing the way he were, but he didn't give much sign or any kind of dissatisfaction although he were.
As she let him relax he did so accordingly "Three ships? Understood Ma'am, and Don't worry no water will come in the cockpit.... ma'am" he replied feeling a bit out of place as usual, low ranked and younger then majority of the people here, but he hoped to show them some day but he had to not get into constant trouble.
As she dismissed him he quickly got working, he wanted to be out of here and relaxing as fast as possible but he knew he needed to do the job right else he would never be done with doing the job. He moved over and got the things he needed to clean it, a bucket of hot water and a towel. He shrugged silently to himself not being sure if the officer watched him.
He moved up to the first of the starfuries and took a deep breath before starting to clean it from top to bottom of cause it would take a long while and he had to clean three of them but he was staying cool for now. Knowing that he was bad at this but right now he'd feel bad at anything.
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Post by Elizabeth 'Firefly' Kirkwood on Sept 9, 2012 16:22:11 GMT -5
Sitting down outside in the hangar bay itself she pulled her laptop into her lap and started on her research. "I just counted to three didn't I?"
[/b] she stated at his question before she dismissed him. Why did Commander McCowan have to give this idiot to her for the day. He was Drop Corp on top of everything and probably had much less never even seen a fury up close. Right. Well he couldn't do her research for her, OR her paperwork for her. So that is what she had settled on. Hopefully he would keep his wise-ass remarks to himself. The woman got enough of those in her career. The Lt. Col. was perhaps a bit 'soft' to some and had never been considered much of a tightwad. This did not mean that she was going to let him on his own. A private without supervision in a hangar. Ha. Laughable. Tap. Tap. Tap. The keys rasped off as she typed on the computer. Mission directives, right. She was replying to orders received and while she wasn't questioning them she needed to clarify them before she could continue her research. Her flights now-a-days consisted of training fighter pilots when they were grounded from missions. Right now there were no pilots in training. So she was stuck with paperwork and a disgruntled private.. Commander McCowan really knew how to tick her off. Though the woman seemed calm and peaceful for now. [/blockquote] |
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Post by Lucien Vinigan on Sept 9, 2012 16:43:41 GMT -5
He was starting to feel a bit like a weapon against one that the commander disliked, he could easily have gotten a harder punishment but instead he was sent to do shitty jobs for the Flight Ops officer, who to him seemed already stressed with the work but he was assuming that any officer stuck behind the constant files and orders would be stressed no matter if they seemed so or not, of cause he might be wrong.
Though he was glad it was only duty and he wasn't court-marshaled, or that he wasn't stuck in the brig anymore, the others might loose respect for him and his father would have been angry if his son was dishonorably discharged. Why did he have to yell at an officer, and a commander at that, he should have seen it coming and remembered to see the rank on the commanders shoulder.
While he was cleaning the cockpit he went into technician mode looking at all the parts he could see and putting them into a system in his head, the same we he did with everything, one of the reason he had been successful with being the Radio Operator, and if it hadn't been for his father he would most likely have become a naval engineer. After finally being done with the cockpit he continued with the sides of the first starfury and without really thinking about it he started whistling a random Irish tune he had learned from his father.
It was very clear that he had gone into 'slave labor' mode not really thinking about it just doing the work that he had been given while his thoughts was elsewhere. He wouldn't mind talking with somebody but there was only the Lt. Colonel that was watching him, at least he didn't feel like interrupting the airmen while being watched would only cause more trouble and it was a Lt. Colonel he had never thought he would ever get to work for one, and had also hoped he wouldn't.
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Post by Elizabeth 'Firefly' Kirkwood on Sept 12, 2012 0:49:00 GMT -5
Elizabeth heard humming and just raised a brow but didn't say anything. If he wanted to hum she was going to let him. For now it wasn't the least bit annoying. The woman knew she had hummed back in her days of doing the grunt work pushing herself through basic or on the rare occasion she was a pain in the butt. The difference was the woman was a pain in the butt but when she graduated from flight school she knew what she was doing. Actually her call sign was because she was the brightest but most annoying student possible.
Yes Elizabeth was the teachers worst nightmare. Bright and Annoying. The woman still had quite a bit of work to do if she was going to get her superior officer on her good side. The guy was... well there were some words there that she simply wasn't going to use for him. Ignorant, stupid, son of a... well Lizzie didn't have much of a mouth on her. So she usually stopped herself when it came to the curse words. Innocence was something she held onto so well.
The woman shook her head and closed her eyes briefly taking in a breathe. Her Keys were busy tapping away. Lizzie wasn't being quiet because she condoned talking, she was just silent because well Liz was a normally quiet person most of the time. She could hand you a mouthful if she truly felt something needed to be said and like her mother she could lecture for hours. However, for the most part she said very little. Really she never had to much.
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Post by Lucien Vinigan on Sept 14, 2012 15:23:06 GMT -5
He shrugged lightly as he got up the ladder to the top set of wings as he started to clean them as well, he was thinking to himself that it would be the most silly sight many had seen, seeing an infantrymen on top of a Starfury and some would most likely laugh at the idea when seeing someone who'd never get closer then this to a Starfury cleaning it.
He looked around from the top of the starfury and pulled his shoulders looking over at the officer working on the usual desk work and files and orders and what not, he'd personally had loved if he had gotten into officer school and becoming a junior officer but he was sure that was to late. "Lt. Colonel Kirkwood, how is it piloting one of these things? If you don't mind me asking, ma'am." he took a deep breath hoping nothing would go wrong but he wanted to rid how he felt the tension was, so thick he'd be able to cut it with a knife.
He took a short break before he continued "All I can see from a Technicians view point this is a magnificent machine, and I mean I never seen one before now but I heard they should be great to fly in. Ma'am" She'd most likely think he was stupid for not having seen one before but since they were only for space flight he'd just be even more annoyed. But then again she could also think he was speaking to much or didn't have the right etiquette or... He felt like he was thinking to much he couldn't do anything but wait and see.
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Post by Elizabeth 'Firefly' Kirkwood on Sept 14, 2012 21:02:28 GMT -5
"Don't fall off the wing trying to express yourself there private" The words came out of her mouth as she could tell the uncertainty in his voice. It was like her to come back with sarcastic remarks. She was a fairly joking type person when you got to know her and the sarcasm easily flew from her mouth freely many times. It took her a moment to realize he was asking about piloting those things. "I think I would rather be back in the air, and if you are going to talk you better staying working. If McCowan wants my hide, I will let him have at you inside"
[/b] she mused. The woman didn't mind conversation as long as he kept working. That was about the time her computer decided to shut down on her. She was one of those people that saved things every two seconds so as not to lose anything if this happened. The woman glared at the computer screen and tried to restart it. The brunette was not the most technical when it came to these things. "Technical piece of..."[/b] she growled. The woman somehow managed to fly multi-million dollar equipment, that is what air tech's were for. To fix her plane when the computer system crashed but not so much her regular computer. At that point she might as well be drowning and unable to rescue herself. [/blockquote] |
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Post by Lucien Vinigan on Sept 17, 2012 6:35:03 GMT -5
Them officers always thinking they were so smart with the comments. He shrugged silently to himself continuing to clean the wing, bloody manual labour, he was sure they had something that would fix it immediately, but then it wouldn't be a punishment, he'd sat satisfied getting coffee for the officer and running small errands, but cleaning a star fury, cleaning three of them.
"I understand why you'd rather be back out there doing what you were trained to do, ma'am. But I'd imagine the advantages you'd have as a CO and flight leader was more then enough to cover that" He wasn't sure what else to say he'd love having been an officer, better food, better pay and well a better uniform. "And don't you worry, ma'am. I'll do my job and make sure not to get in Colonel McCowan's way." He thought a bit to himself again what on earth he had been thinking yelling at an officer like that.
There was a bit of silence before she started complaining about some technology, finally a manner to show something he was good at "Computer giving you trouble ma'am? Maybe I can help... I'm great with that kind of technology..." he spoke not stopping to work on the cleaning, to avoid any kind of trouble.
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Post by Elizabeth 'Firefly' Kirkwood on Sept 17, 2012 12:24:33 GMT -5
Liz lifted her head up as he talked about having advantages being a CO. "If you mean by watching those under my Command crash, get blown up, or hurt Private; you would be wrong"
[/b] she stated in an almost flat manner. It was obvious there was something that egged her. Something she wasn't willing to talk about. Then again her past was littered with things. Specifically her mind was on the day in the water when the edges of the aircraft she was in at the time had sliced her down the back. The feel of the salt water of the water burned that day and she still remembered it. Trying not to think about it she tried to think about something else. That was just about the time that the private was asking her about the computer that was in front of her. The thing about her computer was that it was in Italian so if he did manage to get it started and get into there would he even be able to read it. "Be my guest"[/b] she stated accepting his offer for the technological help, the woman would not have pegged him for technology savvy. Then again, there would be a first for everything. [/blockquote] |
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Post by Lucien Vinigan on Oct 5, 2012 4:53:42 GMT -5
He shrugged lightly as she said all the problems, but he was thinking that at least she didn't have to look at the dead soldiers faces or shoot anyone you could see the eyes of, she was distant from the battle although she was writing the letters home to the families, but was like with the airmen most of the time at least of what he had experienced.
As she accepted the help he came down from the wing and walked over to her a bit hesitantly walking over to her laptop and giving her a half-hearted nod. He moved the laptop so he wasn't sitting to close to her as he did the basic step as anybody else and turned on the computer of cause to his big surprise it was in Italian "Uhm..." he stated for a moment as he scanned around the error log being a bit confused at the Italian.
After a few seconds he entered a command opening a log of digits and letters which he then scanned through a bit faster then the Italian typing in a few more commands as a few more error commands came up. "You should get a new one" he stated tiredly running a few more commands which to most people seemed like random codes. As the code then slowly updated itself a timer came up.
He gave the computer back to her "With regards of the drop corp. When that timer is finished it all should be fixed"he disliked that it had been in Italian but had just made him have to show a bit more skills but now he just hoped that she didn't have more errors then just the ones he had tried and fix so far "Now sadly I don't know about your files but if they aren't there I can try and find them and restore them" he said suppressing the smile any technician would make when a job was well done.
((Sorry for the posting time))
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Post by Elizabeth 'Firefly' Kirkwood on Oct 16, 2012 9:08:11 GMT -5
The woman quirked a brow, the computer was brand new. She might have to go see about the warranty on it. Then again what if the Private was wrong. Maybe he mixed stuff up? That was always a possibility. She needed a new computer as much as she needed a hole in the head. "Thank you"
[/b] she told him with a thoughtful remark. It wasn't like Lizzie to throw things in people's face. The woman would find a way to get to her files. If they weren't there then she was not going to be pleased to say the least. Her eyes glanced back up at him. "I have it from here Private"[/b] the woman stated. That was his cue to go back to work. If he didn't take the hint, that was about all the warning he was going to get. Elizabeth liked to think people in the drop corp used their heads, then again she wasn't so sure becuase some of them didn't. Why did she have to work with them? Some of them were honestly annoying to say the least. [/blockquote] (crap reply but at least is it is one) |
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Post by Lucien Vinigan on Oct 19, 2012 19:50:35 GMT -5
As she said thank you he felt proud and have a short nod with a satisfied smile, he had hoped for a bit more like her saying maybe everybody in the drop corp wasn't a grunt of cause unless he had been wrong and she didn't think that navy guys were more then the drop corps. But then again he had ended here for a reason, by being stupid. that thought removed his smile again.
After waiting a bit and she 'let him go' he went to a quick attention before going back to his work with the constant cleaning this was going to take a long time he wasn't even done with the first of the vessels. He looked at the vessel and took a deep breath finding one of his cigarettes and resting it on his lips while getting back to working.
He got back up on the wings and continued where he let of a light shrug. "you know this... SA-25A... Isn't it classed a heavy fighter?" he asked in her direction not knowing if he would get a reply "I mean like it wouldn't has as good in a dog fight with a light fighter right?... If you don't mind this silly question from an infantryman... Ma'am" he was a bit curious because to him it didn't make so much sense
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Post by Elizabeth 'Firefly' Kirkwood on Oct 20, 2012 7:03:01 GMT -5
Lizzie raised her brow towards Vini and shook her head slightly. "I will take fire power over speed any day of the week she stated with a small chuckle as she looked towards him before getting a small smirk on her face. Since when did privates in the UCHD know anything about Starfuries? Actually, it was quite amusing to her. The woman more or less knew those space craft like the back of her hand.
Liz liked the firepower over the light fighter though she had trained pilots in many types of craft over her time in the service. The woman started going back over her tactical plans for the next mission. Technically she was going to have to send them up to get approved, but she was one of those people who liked to cross her t's and dot her i's just to make sure that everything was just right. Lizzie put pride in everything she did. It was a part of who she was.
Growing up her parents always told her that she was the one who would succeed. Her brothers were a sight for sore eyes honestly. The twins were needless to say a bunch of slackers. One was a maintenance mechanic and the other one was a secretarial aid. Right because that had worked so well.
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Post by Lucien Vinigan on Oct 31, 2012 7:19:19 GMT -5
As she said she'd take fire-power over speed any time he smiled lightly and shook his head "I agree fire-power can be better then speed... At times, but nothing in the UCHD concentrates on fire-power... I know I'm just a radio operator in the drop corps but what would a high calibre do if you can't hit the enemy? And I'd rather dodge a bullet then taking it to the chest, even with our armour..." he stated thinking that he was to lucky to get wounded in any case, he hadn't even gotten wounded during the hard training he had been through.
He ran a hand through his hair "Now I don't imagine I have any idea how a pilot thinks... But I am sure that your training and commanding of them leaves them more then skilled in battle... Ma'am" he hoped to get to her good side maybe even being permitted to let go earlier or something more exciting. Of cause something told him that it was hoping for too much especially towards Lt. Col. Kirkwood, she was in that position for a reason.
He climbed down from the top wings to the lower set of wings and started cleaning those. "What has made these dirty any way? Can't imagine there is much dirt in space... And they don't go into the atmosphere of planets... he asked curiously, seemed that it could only have been ill maintenance from the pilots and gathering dust in the hangar. But he had heard enough about the pilots for them also to be flying often, of cause he hadn't heard about many space battles recently.
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