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Author Topic: ABS FIESTA REDUX  (Read 1536499 times)

Walter leans over to make sure his boots are correctly tied and comfortable and looks up across to speak to coaxoch

"Anything interesting happen around here during the recent mission?"
: Not really, no.

Cualli hops off the plane she was working on, wiping the sweat off her forehead. She looks at the robot. "Pack up those tools for me," she tells him, "and set the case on that workbench over there. Mjolnir's back, so now we get to go see what kind of stuff we have to do."
She waits for the robot to do as it's told while she freshens up a bit.
The robot does what it's told without saying a word.

"Alright, follow me."

Cualli leads her robotic assistant to where Mjolnir's craft have been parked. Once reaching them, she begins to assess the damage.

"Looks like we're missing a few," she remarks at seeing only three planes in the hangar. She walks to the F16XL, the only one with apparent damage, and waits for its pilot to disembark. She looks over her shoulder at the robot, making sure that it followed her. "Go grab me a tool crate while I get a report, alright?"

After getting cleaned up, Yui heads to the mess hall to write up the mission report.

"Just curious, I like being aware of things if they're happening. We encountered a new imperial aircraft during the mission, looks like I was wrong about the Hyperion being the only aircraft that carries the death ray."

Walter stretches back as he finishes his sentence

"Just curious, I like being aware of things if they're happening. We encountered a new imperial aircraft during the mission, looks like I was wrong about the Hyperion being the only aircraft that carries the death ray."

Walter stretches back as he finishes his sentence
: And how did that go for you?

: And how did that go for you?

"I can put it as the new imperial aircraft is out of commission now, but the shikra is also going to need some major repairs before it gets back here."
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Jaakko finishes his dinner and returns to his room. He takes his dogs on leashes to the rec room. He flings himself on to a chair in rec room. The dogs park at his sides.

"Hello," Jaakko greets Virvel and Frisk.

Lorens pops the lid, climbs over the rim of the roosterpit and descends the ladder. He takes off his helmet and unfastens the kneeboard from his thigh before making his way to engineer waiting expectantly some yards away from the aircraft.

"Hi, I take it you're the lead engineer?," Lorens addresses the lady as he approaches.

Lorens pops the lid, climbs over the rim of the roosterpit and descends the ladder. He takes off his helmet and unfastens the kneeboard from his thigh before making his way to engineer waiting expectantly some yards away from the aircraft.

"Hi, I take it you're the lead engineer?," Lorens addresses the lady as he approaches.
"Yes," she replies. "At least, the engineer who gets to fix your plane. Give me a report of the damage and we'll fix her up for you."

"I-uh, okay, she's got six or seven gun hits across the length of the fuselage. The APU is completely shot, and on most of the flight back, I had overtemp and oil pressure warnings when I pushed the power above 65%. I think that about covers it, I don't remember having any problems with the avionics..."

Lorens studies the engineer, taking note of her complexion. "Uh, have we met before?"

She nods as he speaks, pulling a pad and pen out of one of her many pants pockets and writing notes in it.

She looks up at Lorens' question after handing the pad to her robotic assistant. "Apparently not, likely because I've never been assigned to work on your crew's crafts before." She looks Lorens over quickly. "Name's Cualli," she informs him and, gesturing to the robot behind her, adds, "And he's my assistant-in-training."

She smiles briefly. "But don't worry, I'll be doing all the work."

"I can put it as the new imperial aircraft is out of commission now, but the shikra is also going to need some major repairs before it gets back here."
: Did you try to dogfight it?

Jaakko finishes his dinner and returns to his room. He takes his dogs on leashes to the rec room. He flings himself on to a chair in rec room. The dogs park at his sides.

"Hello," Jaakko greets Virvel and Frisk.
: Mmhm.

They don't even look up from their foosball game to acknowledge you.

: Did you try to dogfight it?

"It hit me head on then realized it's mistake and tried to weave out of my sights, which it failed to do and promptly took a handful of various shells. If it was a dogfight it was very short lived."


The Mercanan pilot flashes a smile of his own. "And I'm Lorens. Nice to meet you." He looks at the robot, recalling the rumors but never having seen it for himself. "Nice to meet you too, mister assistant. I hope your training is going along smoothly," he jokingly addresses the Helian construct, unaware of its level of intelligence.

"It hit me head on then realized it's mistake and tried to weave out of my sights, which it failed to do and promptly took a handful of various shells. If it was a dogfight it was very short lived."
: I see.

The Mercanan pilot flashes a smile of his own. "And I'm Lorens. Nice to meet you." He looks at the robot, recalling the rumors but never having seen it for himself. "Nice to meet you too, mister assistant. I hope your training is going along smoothly," he jokingly addresses the Helian construct, unaware of its level of intelligence.
: It is too early to tell. Training only began eight hours ago.