Rosa listens intently during her tour, studying both the ship's layout and her new command's layout on her datapad.
"What about our fighter capabilities?" Rosa asks. "I know the New Republic seems to be slowly phasing them out, but that's one policy I heavily disagree with. Of course, I'm still not in much position to do anything about it..." she muses.
__________________ "Sometimes things must be broken in order to be rebuilt." --Sith Proverb.
"So...where were you guys heading before I showed up?"
"If you mean the members of my poor fighter squadron," He said, "We just finished a series of manuevers when the captain brought you by. Which means our pilots and gunners will be doing their post-flight, and then everyone except me gets to break for a meal. I get to go over the flight logs and find anything we did wrong, in case the Republic gets desperate enough to use us in combat." You can tell by his tone of voice that he's not at all serious about the last point.
"As to where the ship's going once we ship out, well, in the 187th, you learn to live with uncertainties in little things like that..."
Storm taps a datapad thoughtfully with his claw and snarls at it couple of times. "I'll revise tomorrow's schedule in the evening. I think we can reassing a part of every shift to do extra missile drills. Now if you'll excuse me ma'am, I'd like to go and evaluate the performance of the current shift."
"Dismissed, Lt." She said.
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Need to ask another question about ranks. If I understood correctly, Storm is in charge of the day to day activity of the gunnery stations, taking care that each station is manned, looking over shoulders during drills etc.? And drawing up schedules for superiors to accept . And of course being part of one shift himself 'cause he likes to take active part of manning the stations.
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Yup. You've got a pair of ensigns, and enough enlisted men for three shifts for every gunnery station under your command.
"I was talking about my squadmates, I guess while they do the post flight I'll go get to know my fighter and support crew. Then join up in the mess for some food...maybe get someone drunk enough to name us. Don't like being a number." Istara says, shrugging. "I'll catch up to you guys in the mess."
The Corellian jedi saunters off towards the fighter bay intending to get into the cockpitt of her new fighter and start the process of getting it customized to her. The usual checklist of changes from setting the inertial compensator to adjusting the seat for her height, and stowing her survival gear.
Once Istara makes her way to the hangar, she looks around for one of the mechanics. "I'm the new Lt. Assigned to the ship's squadron, Istara Starglow, can you point out which fighter is mine?"
Storm takes a good time to check on the performance of the gunnery drills, and after an hour or so retires to the messhall to enjoy a cup of hot Manellan Jasper, and to work on tomorrow's schedules. Slouched on the chair he looks almost lazy to human eyes but the wrapped up posture is much more natural to his physique than sitting quite like humans. Concentrating on optimising the schedules, it is a good few hours that he can be found there, tapping the datapad with his claw, but ever alert to what goes around him.
A little taken aback by Istara's quick patter, Zenith watches the new Jedi pilot head off, then glances at her commanding officer.
"Little uptight, isn't she?" she comments. "Still, she seems to know a lot about the ships. I guess that's good. Anyway, I guess I'd better go postflight."
Once Istara makes her way to the hangar, she looks around for one of the mechanics. "I'm the new Lt. Assigned to the ship's squadron, Istara Starglow, can you point out which fighter is mine?"
A Duros petty officer led you to one of the three fighters that didn't have a pilot along with their crew. "I suppose we'll need to adjust E-2 a bit; Lt. Naadar was a Rodian, sir." He says.
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A little taken aback by Istara's quick patter, Zenith watches the new Jedi pilot head off, then glances at her commanding officer.
"Little uptight, isn't she?" she comments. "Still, she seems to know a lot about the ships. I guess that's good. Anyway, I guess I'd better go postflight."
"You'd know better than I would. I saw a lightsaber on her belt. Something tells me she'll want in on Chief Selkin's Sabaac games within the week, though." He said. "If any such thing were happening aboard a Republic Navy starship, which of course it's not."
"Right, we'll adjust up the height, recalibrate the inertial compensator and replace her artwork...don't suppouse you know of any friendly sabaac games floating around the ship?" Istara asks the petty officer as she makes a prodigious force assisted leap up to the cockpitt without any apparent effort. Sliding in, Istara starts the process of adjusting the pilot's seat backward along its adjustable frame to where it was actually comfortabe for someone taller than a Rodian.
"Once I've got the compensator adjusted I'd like to start calibrating all of this stuff justso I'm sure...not that I don't trust you but I'd like to know for certain that its all just rightifshe is going to be seeing me into and back out of fights."
"What range are the laser's zero'ed at?" she calls to the mechanic. She was asking what range the blasts from the three cannons would converge at, and be at their most potent. Unlike Imperial fighters Rebel...or New Republic fighters had externally mounted weapons the capactiy to adjust the zero point for the mission at hand, generally very close in for ground missions maybe 250 meters and further out for space ones.
OOC: Taking 10 for Surge = +30 on Jump, DC=24 for 2 meter high jump.
Soon, Rosa enters the hangar on her tour just in time to see Istara make a Force-assisted leap into the cockpit of her fighter. She ignores it however, knowing that a little showmanship during downtime wouldn't hurt. If done during an actual combat scenario, however...
She looks over the former assignment of the fighter. I do hope they were able to get the smell out, she thinks, remembering the Rodian species unique body odor.
__________________ "Sometimes things must be broken in order to be rebuilt." --Sith Proverb.
"What about our fighter capabilities?" Rosa asks. "I know the New Republic seems to be slowly phasing them out, but that's one policy I heavily disagree with. Of course, I'm still not in much position to do anything about it..." she muses.
"It's not a lot of fun for the fighter pilots, sir." Lt. Karan chimed in from the bridge in an upper-class Anaxsi accent. "But it was pretty dictated by technology. If our best strike weapons couldn't be carried in fighters, then tactics were going to change. And building a Navy like we've been doing is not cheap, even with a thousand worlds' taxpayers to draw on. So we've got only one fighter squadron on our frigates, twenty years ago something the size of a Freedom-class would have carried sixteen squadrons instead of twelve, and we scrapped the plans for a series of pure carriers. If the Imperials ever manage to roll out proton missile ships up and down their line of capital ships, they'll have to do the same thing."
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"Right, we'll adjust up the height, recalibrate the inertial compensator and replace her artwork...don't suppouse you know of any friendly sabaac games floating around the ship?" Istara asks the petty officer as she makes a prodigious force assisted leap up to the cockpitt without any apparent effort.
"There might be." A human male with a chief petty officer's insignia mentioned. "I'm not quite sure how many credits have to change hands before a game stops counting as friendly."
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"What range are the laser's zero'ed at?" she calls to the mechanic.
He answered her, and the three techs who worked on her fighter -- the last one was a blue-skinned Twi'lek girl who didn't look old enough to enlist, but she seemed to know what she was doing -- continued to work at her direction.
"There might be." A human male with a chief petty officer's insignia mentioned. "I'm not quite sure how many credits have to change hands before a game stops counting as friendly."
"Oh, at that point it is still friendly since we're all brothers in arms and such, its just friendly and lucrative at that point." Istara tells the petty officer smiling.
"We''ll I'm new on the ship and I think it'd be a fine thing to find a game like that and make some friends chief, a really friendly thing indeed. Know anyone who can introduce me around to all the new friends I'd meet at such a friendly game?" the Corellian asks wide eyed and innocent.
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He answered her, and the three techs who worked on her fighter -- the last one was a blue-skinned Twi'lek girl who didn't look old enough to enlist, but she seemed to know what she was doing -- continued to work at her direction.
Once the work was done Istara ran a ship diagnostic and transmitted it to a datapad so that when she went to the simulator later she could run it with her ship's current status as opposed to a pristine and perfect one that might behave a bit different than hers did. She eyed the blue twilek speculatively and then shrugged, eeven if she wasn't an adult she'd made her choice, and well she herself wasn't big on formalities.
"You'd know better than I would. I saw a lightsaber on her belt. Something tells me she'll want in on Chief Selkin's Sabaac games within the week, though." He said. "If any such thing were happening aboard a Republic Navy starship, which of course it's not."
Zenith laughs at that and rubs the back of her neck self-consciously. "Yeah, course not. Anyway, Istara and I were at the Academy, but we didn't really socialize much. I think she actually graduated ahead of me, in fact."
She gives him a questioning look. "Anything you want to go over before I do post flight?"
"We''ll I'm new on the ship and I think it'd be a fine thing to find a game like that and make some friends chief, a really friendly thing indeed. Know anyone who can introduce me around to all the new friends I'd meet at such a friendly game?" the Corellian asks wide eyed and innocent.
"Well, if you were to show up at the petty officer's lounge at 2000 on Thursday, there might be something you'd be interested in going on there." The chief said. "I should warn you that most junior officers -- even Jedi -- tend to walk out with fewer credits than they came in with, though."
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Zenith laughs at that and rubs the back of her neck self-consciously. "Yeah, course not. Anyway, Istara and I were at the Academy, but we didn't really socialize much. I think she actually graduated ahead of me, in fact."
She gives him a questioning look. "Anything you want to go over before I do post flight?"
"Just the usual." He says, then notices the chief engineer and Rosa coming on to the hangar bay.
"You should know better than to say that to a pilot, especially a Corellian one. As both a Corellian and a Pilot I just can't let a challenge like that go unanswered." Istara replies, her eyes gleaming.
"Is there anything else that a brand new lieutenant from the Corellian Navy should know when being assigned to this ship Chief? Any traditions or such to be followed?" she sincerely doubted that there were given the short eriod of time the crew had been together, but it was good to be seen to be playing ball and at least asking, and trying to fit in.
Not terribly eager to start the post-flight...a process she found rather tedious...Zenith follows his gaze to the two other people coming into the hangar. Chief engineer, oddly enough, and someone else. What was this, an inspection?
Then she caught sight of the bars on the other woman's uniforms, and it clicked with some of the talk she'd been hearing.
"Hello, everyone," Rosa says as she walks down to join the rest of the group. "I'm Rosa Merridon." She looks at the fighter craft for a second. "How is everyone doing, here?" she asks.
__________________ "Sometimes things must be broken in order to be rebuilt." --Sith Proverb.
"I can't think of anyone else who'd be on the ship sporting a Lt. Commander's insignia. So that's probably her." Lt. Gelian said.
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"Hello, everyone," Rosa says as she walks down to join the rest of the group. "I'm Rosa Merridon." She looks at the fighter craft for a second. "How is everyone doing, here?" she asks.
"I'm Lynial Gelian; commander of Taelros' fighter squadron. You're the new exec?" He asks, just to make sure. The pilot was a turquoise-skinned Twi'lek, and if Rosa had been pushing time-in-grade regulations, she would have thought he had blown right past them. Someone his age would typically still be flying, if he stayed in the Navy, but he'd be commanding a cruiser's squadron, or even a battleship's. Obviously there was a story there.
"We came in from maneuvers a bit ago to find the captain here explaining that my second had been snatched away at the last second, and the Corellians sent us over a replacement. I'm beginning to think the Jedi Academy had a bumper crop of pilots last year. She makes two just in my squadron." He said.
"Is there anything else that a brand new lieutenant from the Corellian Navy should know when being assigned to this ship Chief? Any traditions or such to be followed?" she sincerely doubted that there were given the short eriod of time the crew had been together, but it was good to be seen to be playing ball and at least asking, and trying to fit in.
"Not as such," He says. "But this is the second Taelros, you know. They finally decided they weren't going to take the first one out of reserves and sent her to the breakers last year, which freed up the name. And while I never met Nikita Taelros, I can't imagine the Republic naming a ship after my wife's late big sister if she hadn't deserved it."
"Hello, everyone," Rosa says as she walks down to join the rest of the group. "I'm Rosa Merridon." She looks at the fighter craft for a second. "How is everyone doing, here?" she asks.
Zenith gives a snappy salute that contrasts with the lopsided smile that might be considered too informal for an officer greeting her superior for the first time.
"Zenith," she says, turning the salute into a sort of flip-wave gesture. "Folks call me Zee. I'm a pilot. Jedi too, sometimes."
. And of course being part of one shift himself 'cause he likes to take active part of manning the stations.
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