Readjusted the MiG's load out
I find myself to have fallen asleep. The book lie on the floor, still partially open. I was still sitting in the light, and I took the time to enjoy the soft light. It was comfortable, peaceful. I find my bout of daydreaming shattered by technicians prying the hanger door open. It slides to the side gently, and a small aircraft tractor speeds into the hanger. They pull up to my MiG. I'm presented with a crew of technicians. About twenty. They are a group of Asethians. They look absolutely overworked. There is a Mercanan driving the tractor. He speaks extremely rough Asethian though. It takes a while for them to coordinate. They interact mostly through hand gestures.
I climb out. A technician approaches me.
"This thing yours?" he asks.
His disposition seems unpleasant. There are bags under his eyes.
"Yes," I say quietly. "How long until it's airworthy?"
"A while, eighteen to twenty-four, maybe more. This thing is slated for major repairs, everything needs to be tested," he replies wearily.
"Command working you to death?" I asked.
"It's a mess, too many aircraft, too little time. Every nation cares for their own aircraft. We've been here for a couple months now, but in the last two weeks we've had to step up our maintenance schedules so that we could take care of all the aircraft. It's a mess when new wings come in. When will your ground crews be here and ready?"
The man has bags under his eyes, the others work quietly, but efficiently.
"I don't know, perhaps a day or two. We only arrived this afternoon,"
The man nods. He turns to walk away.
"Oh, sir?" I say.
He turns his head.
"Thank you, and your men,"
He waves me off and gets to work.
I walk out of the hanger. There is no such thing as sleep or peace. Aircraft scoot about, trucks and tractors glide along. There is the ever present whine and rumble of jet engines, combined with the gently wavering bass sound of the distant aircraft. The lights come on and the sun sinks nearer to the horizon, bathing the clouds in fiery light. The farther up one looks the deeper the blue turns. Stars begin to emblazen themselves into the atmosphere. It's a beautiful sight to me, though there is no peace.
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