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"I was...going back to get my flight log...I think," Blades winced. "There was a tech. Didn't recognize him, but I just figured that was because I don't know half the greasemonkeys on this tub." There was the attitude that was sorely missing, no pun intended. At least that much of the girl wasn't broken.
"Did we get him? Got more than a few things I'd like to give him."
He shrugged. "My point is, with both the lander down for the count, Stephanie and two other Angels shot to hell, and the door being broke? Doubt something like that would've made the man live. An' if he ain' dead, he'll wish he was."
He reached into his pocket, pulling out a sticky, squished energy bar. "Here." He said, offering to her. "It's my last one.:"
Then she immediately leaned over to the other direction and threw up.
Any good doctor worth her salt and not in the middle of a hostage crisis would have seen that coming as the pilot's body reacted to the trauma of the situation and sheer force to which her body had been subjected. Needless to say, this was turning into a banner day for Mackenzie Hawkins.
"Help me up," she said in a voice that perfectly walked the line between some completely pitiful and someone you did not want to cross, "and get me back to the officer's racks."
Nevertheless, he hopped to his feet, using the crutch with an ease that told of his many years experience. Once he got himself settled, he looked down at her.
"I can't imagine that you walkin' right now is the best of ideas, Blades. Just thought I should get that on record before I get whipped by a medical professional or something."
He then offered a callused hand, down towards the Pilot Puky.
"You're right. How inconsiderate of me, Chief. Why don't I see if I can't help you along. Maybe I'll even arrange to clear the deck and we'll get a wheelchair ballgame going for you?" Half leaning on Digger and half on the wall, Blades waited until things finally righted themselves before she took a step.
"The XO is gonna have my ass. Yours too just for talking to me, you know that?"
At her statement, his countenance darkened considerably. "Fuck the XO." He said, simply. "With all do respect t' the man, a bomb just went off in my flight deck. So I'm not exactly concerned with protocol, or rules, or any damn thing we may be under at this time."
"'Sides," he went on, "Your a pilot. That makes ya one o' my top priorities. If you ain' happy, you'll take it out on my birds. And the last thing I need is you stick-jockeys fuckin' up any more of my girls."
Kaito Narito, the executive officer of the Atlas, was as old school as the ship herself. Back on the Endeavor, Mackenzie had been used to the XO who was much more of a facilitator, a calm-demeanored man who conducted every exercise as though it was a business transaction. Rimmed glasses and a data pad with him all the time. Much easier to get along with.
Still, as much as she'd grown to dread every encounter with Narita, she couldn't deny that she'd much rather have the new XO in a fight. If they could find someone to fight other than each other.
"To tell ya the truth, Chief, I'm starting to get the feeling that this whole thing was one big wild goose chase. They could really use us back in the real fight back home right now."
As the elevator began delivering them to the upper floors, taking them away from the decks, up through the levels of the ship. "Don't I know it, lady." He watched the ceiling of the car, as the elevator slowed and opened with a soft ding. "Don't I know it."
"Better lock that up saying anything about the Station, Chief. You can't run too fast and I'm not afraid to hit ladies and gimps," she said, trying to keep her wits about her although it was clear that the color from her face was fading fast again.
"How are you holdin' up, Blades? Gonna pass out on me? I ain't dragging your ass all the way over there."
Blades was used to the drill. Back on Triton Station, the gender lines had largely been erased. Of course, that had been thanks to drugs that had been used to suppress the natural sexual urges and development of the cadets during their teenage years, something that probably would have caused much more of a ruckus when discovered had it not been for the destruction of the Station and the outbreak of war. As such, Mackenzie Hawkins had been bunking next to and showering with the opposite sex for the better part of ten years now and hardly blinked an eye at the like anymore. Some of the enlisted had this idea that officers lived in a different world. They were wrong.
"I'm fine, really," she said as they stepped out, taking a moment to balance herself on the edge of the elevator door. "So this is what a girl has to do to get some rack time around here?"
As he stepped into the racks area, he glanced around at the various bunks, noting how similar they were to his own downstairs. "Hmph. Was picturing nicer digs." He murmured, before stepping further into the area. "Where is yours?"
"Home sweet home," she said, slowly lifting her booted leg up. A few pictures were stuck into the corners around the mirror, one of a much younger Mackenzie and a few others near the same age, all somewhere around eleven or twelve. Not long before SAPS would have sent her to the Station for officer training. Other than that, her area was fairly spartan. One had to be reminded that she'd barely had time to settle in to the Atlas. Unlike so many others, this place hadn't been her home from months or years.
"While you're here," she said, pointing to an upper rack on the opposite wall, "reach into that rack and get another one of those bars. He thinks I don't know about his stash." The rack of course, had the same sticker label as the fighter. Lt. Com. A. Morrow.
"You earned that one." He said, grinning. He turned back, fished another from the stash, and pocketed it. Hell, maybe he'd eat it in front of the El-Tee the next time he had a chance. He turned back towards Blades, folding his hands as best he could through the crutch, his own exhaustion becoming evident in the dark circles beneath his eyes.
"Anythin' else you need from me, Gimpy? Or can I go back to work?" The faux annoyance was disrupted by the smile fighting to be shown.
"You just...you just keep thinking that..." She would have finished the sentence were it not for falling asleep mid-syllable.
"Don' matter where I am, Blades." He murmured, turning to hobble out of the Racks area. "So long as I'm flyin'."
Leaving the racks and the sleeping pilot, Digger then wheeled around, his eyes narrowed slightly. He began hobbling back towards his own turf, determination in his shaky steps. There was a lot to do.
And getting work reports topped that list.
"Been too damn long, boss." He said, grinning. "You have my absolute attention."
"See, as the cruise director on this luxury trip around the Karas System, it's my job to make sure that all the passengers are cozy and comfortable. I've been hearing some nasty reports that the emergency ventilation shafts for our luxury Cargo Bay suite aren't up to snuff, so I was looking for someone that might be looking for a little crawling action."
"Right, right," Digger said, impatiently. "So the ventilation shafts need to be worked over. That's fine and dandy, and I'm always into a little crawling action.
"But, as you can probably see, Morrow, there has been a bomb in my nest. The eggs are scattered, and it'll damn well take all the king's horses to put 'em back together again. Do the citizens of the luxury suite need these ventilation shaft repairs this badly?"
"Armed civvies rushed and locked out the bay. They've got the Captain, Doc Medina, and handful of others. Claim they've got charges rigged on half the ship. XO's been trying to talk them down, but he wants something down yesterday," the pilot spoke with no breath between his sentences, waiting impatiently for the slow lift.
"This war was a lot more fun when I knew who we were fighting."
"Well, shit. What's taking the lift so long?" He blurted, tapping his good leg as the lift continued it's achingly slow descent. "That space walk looks really good right about now."
When the lift ground to a stop, Digger immediately stepped onto it, his actions far more urgent. "Shit. Armed Civvies. As if we didn't have enough damn problems on this tug. If I find the guy who made that bomb, I'll kill him myself. What's the plan? Outside, and then down through the core shafts?"
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