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It looks like they're just in time. There's already a stately Pyrcani female standing on a banner bedecked stage at a podium. Definitely a religious type. She begins before the group even has time to take up positions in the standing audience. The audience is assembled in a square block, military formation style. "Second chances." It's a great start.
Tahlani is behind the regular formations. She perches on a sturdy railing near the lifts, her talons wrapped almost all the way around it as she observes the ceremony. A Falari standing in the blocks would ruin the uniformity of the presentation, not to mention her lack of uniform breaking up the decor. So she just simply waits apart and watches, wings folded on her back.
Tark Brogainn takes his position in the formation as the ceremony begins, paws clasped behind his back as his green eyes focus on podium and its occupant.
Luftlowe slips deftly into her proper place in the formation, her reedy form pulling into a straight-backed posture as she turns her gunmetal-colored eyes, hands clasped in the small of her back in a parade-rest position.
Eelim follows suit with Tahlani, also a contractor, and as such, no uniform. He remains behind the group, but in a position where it still looks orderly. He mimics the parade rest position and turns his attention to the podium, emerald eyes merging with purple as he stares ahead.
There's some stuff about the depth and grandeur of second chances. Highlights include, "This very ship was named after Laochaigh Carg Alopex who had the grave misfortune to command the MCV Huaina which was taken over by Hivers before being destroyed by the martyrs on the MCV Likos." Then, there's a bit about, "The very crew is made up of those of you who for many have already served, choosing to serve once again for whatever reasons. For some of you, it may be a second chance to atone for failures. For others, it may be a second chance to earn more glory."
By this point, Rynnkk has taken up a post at the front of the formation, straight in front of the priestess. The yammering continues. It's great. Really.
Ikin stands near Tahlani, shifting his wings nervously and looking unsure of himself.
Luftlowe's posture and positioning are perfectly symmetrical with the rest of the formation and her expression is frozen in one of practiced polite interest.. But her eyes are beginning to glaze over.
Tark Brogainn nods sagely as he listens to the speech, his ears twitching every so often at certain points that catch his attention, but he is intently focused on listening.
As Ikin stands next to her Tahlani reaches out and lays her hand on top of his head. Not a subtle gesture, but one that gets the 'calm down' point across rather effectively. As opposed to Luftlowe, her eyes remain bright and intense in their focus on the Pyracani.
Blaah, blaah. Some more stuff, "Thank you to your service to the multiverse." Then, there's something a bit more interesting. Well, if you're a Pyracani, anyway. The witch, I mean priestess, starts to howl. It seems like it is some kind of song. It isn't bad if you're into that sort of thing. Most of the Pyracani seem to think this is the greatest thing since the game of fetch.
The song ends, Rynnk steps up. He bows to the priestess. The pair shake hands, muttered politeness back and forth. She finally goes somewhere else. "I am your commander. Rynnkk Caerrikk. We will do this ship the honor that its name deserves. Loach Luftlowe, Sabhail Tark Brogainn. Would the two of you care to brief the crew?"
Oh, yeah, there's a part of the ceremony about the unification of different species, the greater good, and so on and so forth. Delivered by the priestess.
Eelim is into it enough, despite that most of the speech has nothing to do with him. Hell, he's gettin jacked, giving Tahlani a little nudge of his elbow and a couple raises of his eyebrows. "Exciting or what?" A smirk and then as theres howling and Rynnkk gets on stage, he shuts up.
Ikin quits fidgeting, but really doesn't look any more comfortable around such a large crowd. He does, however, pay close attention to Rynnk.
Tahlani removes her hand from Ikin's head and then settles back again. She glances over at Eelim, her eyes looking up and then down the Aukami before she turns back to Rynnk. She doesn't reply, at least not while the speech is going on.
Tark Brogainn steps up next to Rynnkk and nods, turning to face the assembly. "As Laochaigh Caerrikk has stated, I am Sabhail Tark Brogainn, commander of the Marine detachment aboard the Alopex. My words shall mostly be directed to those under my command but the crew as a whole may find them applicable as well." he says, clasping his hands behind his back. "We all know what our mission is. Defeat the Zarists. This vessel will be how we accomplish that goal. The Zarists have spilt blood on our home soil. Now we shall spill their blood on theirs. We will begin training immediately to get into combat readiness. We will be ready to take the fight to the enemy at any time. We will not retreat. We will not fall back. We will not leave the field in the hands of the enemy, even if we must pay for it with our last drops of blood."
Rynnkk Caerrikk is standing on a podium with Tark. There's a formation standing around in front of him. There are a couple of contractors lingering in the back - Tahlani, Ikin, and Eelim.
Eelim continues to focus in on whats at hand, not flinching a bit at the zealous nature of the speech made by Tark. He remains in parade rest, eyes looking from other crew members back to the speaker.
Yes, Luftlowe is not into the howling sort of music, she's much more into Wagnerian opera. Her eyes quickly un-glaze, however, as she's called up to give a speech she had no idea she'd be making. Right! Crew briefing! Elf puts on her best and most practiced amiable smile and walks up to the stage, and after Tark speaks her clear alto rings out in a practiced manner as she speaks in her germanic-tinged accent. "I am Laoch Luftlowe. Within the week, we will be undergoing our shakedown trials to bring this ship into the fold of the Navy, and into war. We may have an unusual mixture of contractors and regular military, as well as many different races coming together, but I am confident that we will come together as a crew with the constant drilling that will occur for all of you, no matter your department. We must be as a well-oiled machine, each of you doing your job and supporting one another, so if any of you have any issues or concerns you are encouraged to bring them to the appropriate department head. Remember that we toil and fight for those who cannot, so you are all called upon to give your very best. Danke."
After a firm nod to the pair of fellow officers on the stage, Rynnkk looks out towards the crowd, "Is that understood? Are there questions?"
Ikin stands quietly in the back, looking over the crowd to see if anyone actually raised their hand (Paw?) to indicate having a question.
Wendari is already hard at work, murmuring something about 'well-oiled' as she weaves between the lingering contractors with a mop. Apparently no questions from her.
No questions from the Aukami thug, who shakes his head in silence. He waits for everyone else before he is to relax, still in that military-like position. Eelim's eyes continue to twirl a green and purple.
Zap. Lightning strikes down Ikin. No, he just gets pointed at by Rynnkk without lightning shooting from his fingers, "Front and center. Speak up." Apparently, he means for the question to be asked from up on the stage.
Rynnk points at Ikin, Tahlani does the obvious tihng. She opens up one foot talon, moves it away from Ikin, then clenches down on the railing again. Then she picks up the other, and has it follow suit. In this way she builds distance between herself and the unfortunately Falari.
Luftlowe shoots Ikin a sympathetic look, gesturing to the stage with her head as if to say 'well, get it over with'.
Ikin looks immediately shocked, confused, and terrified as he crosses over to the stage and stammers out, "Erm... I... I didn't ha...have a question. Or anything to say..." he looks rather like he might actually faint if kept up there long enough.
Wendari pauses nearby and rests her beak on the handle of her mop, eying poor Ikin on the stage. "He wants to know when he can go back to his quarters and make his bed."
"And then wet it, shortly after." Eelim speaks, but moreso to those around him, not trying to shout his little wisecrack to the group of people. Hopefully it earns some chuckles.
"I see," Rynnkk tells Ikin in a dubious tone. "We remain here until you have thought of one." He looks out at the crowd, seemingly picking up on Wendari's comment but not Eelim's. "Would any of you care to help your fellow crew member out? Quarters can be returned to once we have heard an interesting and valuable question."
Luftlowe watches Ikin carefully as if to measure his distress, then clears her own throat, "Ah, that's right, Laochaigh, Herr Saerin is just here to warn others about the aft lift, perhaps after he does so we can ask a question of some other crew member."
Ikin glances over at Luftlowe and stammers out. "Hm... O-oh... Right. T-the aft lift has a software error and should be avoided, at all costs, else you might be stuck..."
Eelim clears his throat, and raises a tattoo'd arm in the air. Considering he gets called upon he speaks, "Sir, I have a question. Granted if its information you can give me, where are we first going to be stationed? Our first move against the Zarists?"
Tahlani looks like she's about to move to help Ikin, but more voices are raised and the moment seems to pass. The Falari rolls her golden eyes nonetheless, and goes back to watching the group.
Wendari simply turns her head and buries her beak into her neck to get at an itch.
"Very good," Caerrikk tells Ikin. He does, indeed, call on Eeelim, providing an answer even if it is not very helpful, "First, we go on a shake down cruise to insure that we will be capable of fighting. Then, we will recieve further orders. The faster we have the ship and crew proven as combat ready, the sooner we get a real mission." He looks around and tells everyone in general, "Engineers and those without duties to attend, report to Laoch Luflowe. Otherwise, dismissed to your duties. If you have no duties, come see me to be assigned."
Ikin attempts to leave the stage inconspicuously as possible and heads back towards the back before leaning heavily on the railing, still not looking particularly steady on his feet. To Eelim, he manages, "Thank you..."
Luftlowe offers Ikin a reassuring smile, striding offstage as the formation breaks up. She approaches Tahlani, boots stacatto on the plascrete. "I hope you're the other engineering contractor..?" She queries, affably.
Tahlani hops off the railing and back down to the deck. She waits patiently while the main Pyracani crew shuffle out of the flight deck. She's about to reach for her PDA when Luftlowe approaches. The Falari turns her golden eyes on the human and sizes her up in one quick look. "Tahlani Arouet." She offers in reply. "Yes, I am a contractor. Engineer, as well. Well, not by trade. Learned over the past few years, like to think I've gotten good at it. Familiar with Pyracani engines, at the very least. Largest open space in the ship, around the core. Excellent for spreading one's wings."
Tark Brogainn steps off the stage as the crowd begins to break apart, striding over towards the exit of the bay.
Wendari gives the room one last once-over, still eying Ikin, before turning to mop her way out. "There'd better not be any damp sheets. I'm going to check."
For now, Rynnkk's just standing there on the stage, watching. It's very exciting.
Eelim gives Ikin a little upwards thrust of his chin with a winning grin, "No problem, kiddo. Don't drink too many liquids before lights-out." He looks towards Luftlowe as she approaches, "Reporting for duty, Miss elf."
Rynnkk Caerrikk is standing on a stage with a podium, overlooking a dispersing crowd. It's very exciting.
Tark Brogainn stops near the exit to the bay, pulling a PDA out of his kilt, activating it as he browses through some of the information.
"Ah, Herr Eelim, ist gut. Yes, actually, I want you to work with Fraulein Arouet here. The Gazriki need to be tested, and you are the pilot, ya? So I want you two to take one out for a spin, perhaps bring anyone else you think might be useful to test out the systems.. A drop planetside and back should do it, I think."
Ikin looks humiliated at the wetting-the-bed comments and mutters, "I just can't speak in public. I don't wet the bed." followed by a series of low-pitched falari expletives.
The Captain gets interested all of a sudden, coming on down from his observation post. "Practice EVA prior to the flight. Double check that all the safety gear is provided as well."
"Not difficult." Tahlani replies to Luftlowe. "Provided shuttle actually works. Hmm. Could survive the landing if doors work. Hope Aukami has a parachute. Safety first." She looks across herself at Ikin. "Hmm. Give him something good. Build his confidence. Don't like it. Was a professor before. Falar Central, good school. Know these question tricks. Good professor uses questions to bring a student out. Bad professor uses them to beat student down. Different context, yes, similar principle. Even I called out students who were slacking. Punishment. Humiliation. But for a purpose."
Rynnkk Caerrikk is talking to the engineering section plus Eelim. Tark is dealing with stuff on his PDA.
Somebody has been held up talking with other military officals. Something about a lack of human-fitted uniforms. So Sirias has been stuck for the moment wearing her form 41st century Union Fleet Lt. Commander's uniform. The Solan looks a bit weary from all day talks dealing with paperwork with her transition, so entering the launch bay brings a sigh of relief. Though she wasn't exactly expecting or didn't know about this meeting, so she steps up cautiously. Thankfully there is at least -one- familiar face in the midst of Alopex uniforms; her former Commander Luftlow, so that's who she's headed towards.
"You got it, ma'am," Eelim responds to Luftlowe, and then nodding to the Captian with a thumbs up. He looks towards Tahlani, "Lets go do the deed, huh?" Eyes observe Sirias' approach, then back to the Falari.
Tark Brogainn tucks the PDA back into his belt and heads on out of the bay.
"EVA, ja, Herr Laochaigh. Maybe some of the marines would like the chance to practice boarding actions, minus the actual exposive airlock breaching." Luftlowe muses, tapping at her cheek. "Herr Saerin, will you do a safety check on the EVA suits? Sometimes the telltales aren't enough with the new ones."
Ikin glances at Luftlowe and says, "Of course... Should be simple enough. Not take too long..." he takes a deep breath and straightens up.
Tahlani bobs her head towards Eelim. "Better to get it done now than later. Hard to occupy yourself with a mostly cold engine. Checklists upon checklists. Has to be done, but, rote by now. Hope to get science lab operation soon. Something to occupy myself with." She focuses on Eelim. "Lead the way, pilot."
"They're in the ready room," Rynnkk tells Ikin. He scratches his jaw and looks around some as he stands there, talking to various members of the crew who are bustling about being more productive than he is.
"I will walk with you there." Luftlowe declares to Ikin, moving alongside the Falari with a smooth gait. "I haff some tools to collect from that deck. I wonder if the EVA suits will accomodate Falari and human physiologies? We should find out. It is always good to be trained in it, no matter who you are, in case of the worst."
"Gutentag, Lufty." Sirias greets Luftlowe. Yeah, she did pick up a little German after being around the woman for as long as she was. "Not interrupting, am I?" she then asks, peering about those present. "Figure I should get to know the crew if I'm going to working with people." She stays quiet for the most part, trying to get a bearing on what exactly is being discussed.
Eelim moves towards the Gazriki-class shuttles, rubbing his hands in anticipation. "Alrightly, lets see how she flies, huh?" He approaches the Gazriki, tapping a few buttons on the side of it and watching the door open smoothly. "Oh. Oh yeah." A step inside the shuttle. "Look at herrrrrr!"
"We should have specific suits per crew member plus extras per race based on some mathematical formula that I had no real interest in," Rynnkk tells Luftlowe before he goes onto say some more stuff, talking to Sirias now, "Not at all. They are about to test the marine transport vehicle. You should go with them to get to know its specs and those of its pilot." He points out Eelim.
"Know that it is typical for males of mammalian species to compare the aerodynamic architecture of a ship to a female's curves." Tahlani observes. "But you are overdoing it." She waits patiently on the outside for Eelim to crawl inside before she enters.
"Yes, ma'am..." Ikin says before Sirias begins speaking, then he simply scratches the side of his face, clearly a social tic of some kind. He checks his tool-vest and makes sure his equipment is all in place while the others finish their conversations.
"Ah! Lieutenant Thorn.. Or, hm, what is your rank now? It is strange to see the Versailles jacket." Luftlowe responds, cheering up immensely at the sight of a familliar face. "Ja, we will bring the suits down from the ready room.. The Laochaigh is right, you should get to know the ship. We will be right back." She strides off towards the lift.
Miklos makes his way along the launch bay at what can only be described as his own pace. He takes his sweet time as he takes in the bay with eyes that glow a deep green. He pauses after a moment and seems to be trying to get his bearings before he heads in the direction of the dispersing group and more specifically toward Rynnkk, "I'm here to report to a Mr. Caerrikk," he says to nobody in particular, perhaps hoping that somebody will identify themselves as the one he's looking for.
The telephone game begins among the lackeys, but the message seems to arrive ungarbled. Rynnkk heads over in Miklos's direction at a lope, moving like he owns the place because in all practical terms, well, he does.
"Don't ruin this for me. Seriously." Eelim counters to Tahlani, eyes still lighting up with shades of gold and purple. He slides into the pilot seat smoothly, tattoo'd arms hovering above all the controls with a grin. "Alright. She's a beauty. Let's just leave it at that." He looks back over his shoulder, "How do things look back there, bird?"
"I'm game." Sirias grins, replying to Rynnkk. Then beaming back to Elf. "Good question. One that hasn't been exactly been answered to me just yet. Brass seems conflicted. Special forces....command. They haven't really decided yet. Though I'm hoping for a rank at least equivelant to a Lieutenant Commander." is the response, falling into step towards the ship. "Also, apparently, someone of my measurements needs to have their uniform adjusted, so I haven't even been issued one yet. So for the time being, since this is a military uniform, I get to wear this until it's finished."
Ikin seems momentarily confused and says, "Erm... Should I bring the suits from the ready room to the launch bay, or just stay in there and check them?" as he wanders over to the airlock to the ready-room.
Miklos' eyes brighten and deep yellow coloring joins the green glow. "You are Caerrikk I take it?" he asks of the Pyracani that's approaching him. He offers a handfull of folded paperwork to Rynnkk, "It seems that somebody thinks it would be a good idea to have a psychologist on your boat."
"Cramped." Tahlani replies as she squeezes herself into the back of the shuttle, her wings folded tight against her back. She unslungs her PDA and plugs it into the wall console. A holographic display emerges and she begins to deftly manipulate it with her hands. "Fully fueled. Recent maintenance check. Getting good power readings. Few fluctuates from the powerplant." She inhales. "Fresh out of the box."
"It would be," agrees Caerrikk. He looks at the paper, being one of those weird people who actually read paperwork. He reads. Tahlani and Eelim are checking out a ship. It's a troop transport. Some others are heading towards the ready room.
"Attention all good looking ladies and gents in the landing bay," Eelim speaks over a comm system emitting from the Gazriki, "This is your pilot, Eelim speaking, and your Gazriki class shuttle is nothing short of perfect. If any marines would like to play war games please enter the shuttle now. If not, i'm going to take it for a test fly. Thank you."
Sirias pokes her head into the shuttle's hatch. "Got room for one more, boys and girls?" But she steps inside wether or not she gets a yes or not. "If you're playing war games, sounds like fun and you need someone to work over your tactical systems." Beat, looking the inside of the shuttle over. "This thing -does- have defense system, right? Not just flying on a wing and a prayer?" she grins.
The paperwork seems to be fairly standard. It's the contractual agreement between Miklos and the Pyracani military which details all the ways he can be used and abused along with his assignment and all those other details. "Miklos Gyrferen, I have never been part of any military effort before but I have been a tenured professor at the university of Aukam and I've served as a liason between trade groups across the 'verse. I had a practice of my own on Aukam for a time. I will do my..." he pauses mid sentence as Eelim decides to be a loud mouth. He turns to get a look at the ship and a smile comes to his lips, the sentiment in it highlighted by the shifting of his eyes to a deep gold color, "By the light temple! That's not /the/ Eelim is it?" he shouts to be heard.
Tahlani rolls her eyes as Eelim broadcasts himself on the loud speaker. "Pilots. Adrenaline junkies. Primarily fueled by ego, sense of invulnerability." She leans forward and momentarily disrupts her holographic display. "Would remind Captain Testosterone that this is a troop vessel, designed for level flight, atmospheric re-entry, and sharp maneuvers only in /extraordinary/ circumstances." She then leans back and continues to manipulate the holograph before looking over at Sirias. "Some defense. Support troops. Not for air-to-air or air-to-ground combat."
"You will be working under the charge of Laoch Luftlowe," Rynnkk tells Miklos, ignoring the yelling altogether. "Your first task will be to get the medical information of each crew member and do the standard pre-flight mental and physical evaluations."
"Gazriki class. This is the 544th to provide escort on your first run. Over." Outside the wash of blue that is the atmosphere shield, a number of fighter starships either fly by or find positions and float idly as the ground teams organize.
"Birds. Meant for cages. And possibly mimicing their owners to provide a mediocre sense of entertainment." Eelim chirps back at Tahlani. "Strap yourself in ladies," He thinks he hears his name, and looks back over his shoulder. "Who said that?" The Aukami rises from his seat, looking out the door and spotting Miklos, "Hey! Come hop in! Or i'll catch ya when I get back." He jerks his thumb towards Sirias, "Got a turret with your name on it, actually, hop on in right next to me." The Gazriki hovers a little bit above the ground, and he speaks back through the comms.
The 544th fighter wing is active as is the Gazriki. Eelim, Tahlani, and Sirias are all in the Gazriki. Rynnkk is talking with Miklos.
"Roger that, 544th this is Gazriki nonameyet. I'll work on that. Ready for lift off and departure. Last call for anyone trying to board the ride of their lives."
Tahlani narrows her eyes at the back of Eelim's head. "Familiar with pet customs in other races." She replies. "Wonder if Aukami is familiar with layout of ship's water systems. Wonder if Aukami is familiar with crew quarters assignments. Wonder if Aukami is familiar with water heating systems." She pauses. "I am."
Miklos' attention returns to Rynnkk and he offers a salute that's probably the best he could do. "As you wish, sir," he replies. "That will include you then. I will need to have you set up a time for your evaluation." He looks back over his shoulder at Eelim and shakes his head, "Later, kid. Already it's work to be done." He returns his attention to Rynnkk then, "If you would point me in the direction of Laoch Luftlowe, I will get to work right away."
"Well, I wasn't expecting a set of mass drivers at my fingertips." Sirias shrugs, setting herself into what she believes is the tactical chair next Eelim. "Whatever works, darlin. Man, this is some old equipment." the Solan grouses a little. But then again -everything- has an old interface compared to what she's used to, but even antiquated equipment she seems to have a good grasp of, firing up the defense systems. "Not bad. Controls seem s a little loose." is the observation as she familiarizes herself with the systems. There's a pause as she eyeballs the HUD that shimmers into view before her. "Nice interface though."
The lone wolf Pyracani does so, pointing out the ready room. "She was last in that direction, preparing for flight tests of the service vessels." Then, he goes on to say, "Yes, and you will need to arrange your own evaluation with a professional on Pyracan and include it in your report."
Luftlowe strides out of the ready room with a pile of EVA suits bouncing off of one shoulder, calling out to Caerrikk, "There were a few bad ones, supply needs to open crates more carefully with these things, ja?"
"Someone selling me off down there?" One of the idle fighters opens channel in an amused tone, in reply to the Gazriki.
"Shut up, Rukais. " So says the flight commander. "Syncing our flight paths to your naviconsole, Magnaigh. Register."
Miklos smiles at the Pyracani's words, "Already done, sir," he replies. "Something about not allowing the crazy to lead the crazy on any Pyracani ship." He shifts his attention in the direction Rynnkk points just in time for Luftlowe to enter. "Thank you, sir. I'll see if I can find her," and with that he starts to head in that direction.
"They will be informed," says Caerrikk over towards Luftlowe, managing to make it sound suspiciously like a threat. His beedy red eyes begin to scan about, probably searching for a crowbar wielding victim. He finds one, loping in that direction.
"Alright, let's get her going." Eelim makes sure everyone belted in, making all the preperations he has to before lurching forward with the troop transport and moving to exit the docking bay."
"Gazriki heading out of the landing bay, flight paths synched and good to go. See you outside." The shuttle moves forward then, exiting the bay and drifting out of there smoothly.
"Not state of the art, no." Tahlani notes to Sirias. Now that things have simmered between herself and Eelim she's more focused on her work, her fingers flying over a half dozen displays that she's following at once. "Pyracani design, I believe. Not Falari. No. Would be bigger if Falari."
Ikin wanders back in from the ready room with a stack of EVA suits in his arms, several of which seem to be designed for races other than human and Pyracani.
It seems Miklos is a little confused as he passes Luftlowe completely and tries not to run into Ikin as he skirts around and heads out the door Rynnkk had indicated before.
Rynnkk Caerrikk gets into a one sided shouting match with some guilty looking Pyracan reubaigh who is supposed to be supervising a bunch of pronnasgs with their crate opening procedures. Things get colorful. "Why in is it that your soldiers are yir-pkaut? You are failing to supervise them properly and do the right checks. This is utter su-te. Snake-pawed, you betray your fellow crew by failing in your duties. Scentless. Even a bag of unspilled guts knows better than to not check for damage after unpacking. You are bigtk. This is byot." It goes on, and on, and on.
The 544th fighter wing is active as is the Gazriki. Eelim, Tahlani, and Sirias are all in the Gazriki. Luftlowe is heading out of the ready room with Ikin. Miklos is going in that direction. Rynnkk is yelling and screaming at some random Pyracan.
"Commander, I'm getting some backwards axial drift." Rukais breaches comms again, the ship floating in silence for anyone not connected to the commlink channel. "I think it's my rear thrusters."
"Noted, five." the commander replies.
Eelim veers the Gazriki through space and turns towards back towards Pyracan, his hands grasping the controls loosely. He has a wide grin on his face. The shuttle speeds up and heads planetside. "How's everything looking, parrot?" Eelim queries over his shoulder.
Ikin doesn't seem particularly disappointed to see somebody else being singled out as he asks luftlowe "Where should I put these suits?"
"We're flying clean here," Eelim speaks over the comms, "Headed planetside for landing." The Shuttle smoothly weaves back and forth, as Eelim tests the maneuverability of the craft.
"If you call me 'parrot' again I'll cut thrusters at 10,000 feet and see how well you fly this brick." Tahlani replies to Eelim. "Confident one of us will survive. The one with wings, naturally. And I can carry one, safely. Human smaller, lighter. Just. Makes. Sense." She continues to scroll through her displays. "All green. A few slight fluctuations. Already compensated for. Anticipated further disruptions, compensated for them. Systems evening out. Nothing to worry about."
Luftlowe shoots a surprised look at the amount of curse words being unloaded by Rynnkk, then turns around as she sees someone head past her for the empty ready room. "Du, ja, you, are you looking for me by any chance? Are you one of the contractors?" She calls out in a clear, germanic-tinged alto.
Snarling and growling with spittle flying everywhere, Rynnkk starts whacking the reubaigh upside the back and shoulders with the hotuk he totes around with him. Crack, crack, whack. Bam. Apparently, this is normal in the Pyracan military because nobody bats an eye. None of the Pyracans, anyhow.
Seems Mik didn't hear Luftlowe soon enough. He's gone into the room, but is quickly back as he's found the room empty and the uniformed sever looking woman does catch his attention, "If you are Luftlowe then I am looking for you," he replies. His eyes shift to a deep shade of pink as he looks her over assessingly. "It would seem I will be this ship's psychologist. Apparently somebody thought it was a good idea." His attention shifts to the snarling, growling beating taking place and he shakes his head, "Typical," is all he has to say about that.
"Five, you're on the lead. Two and Eight, right flank. Three, left with me. Keep it neat, this isn't for our benefit." the flight commander of the 544th takes his fighter alongside the left flank of the Gazriki.
"Roger Gazriki, patching across a safe descent path. Heading for 36 degrees eastward along the equator. Hey - check out my ass, guys. Let me know what you think." Rukais might be referring to his rear thruster issues, it's not entirely clear.
"Roger that, red-tailed hawk. Loud and clear." Eelim replies, hiding a grin from his spot up in the cockpit. The Gazriki stays behind Rukais for a bit, and then veers to cut through the Pyracan atmosphere, the shuttle starting to shake in protest. Eelim holds it steady as it goes through. "Readying switch to atmosphere flight..."
Luftlowe checks her severe bun for flyaway hair briefly, before offering Mik a polite smile, seemingly immune to the beatings and innuendos occuring around. "Das is gut, I am Laoch Elfriede Luftlowe. You have perfect timing." She gestures back to the ready room, grinning, "We will talk somewhere quieter for a few minutes, ja? I am overseeing medical along with two other departments."
"Round and firm, five. But I see what your talking about. A little something going on back there, but nothing serious." The Gazriki continues through the atmo on it's descent.
With a final literal kick to the reubaigh's ass, Rynnkk sends the erstwhile senior NCO away. There's a flurry of work as the crew gets to work double checking stuff. Good times, good times. The laochaigh starts to lope around, looking at stuff.
Tahlani doesn't reply to Eelim's quip. "Preparing atmospheric stabilization. Instruments check...green. Still a brick, though." The Falari notes. However, if anyone were looking over her shoulder, one of the many displays she has up is an info page about the cheapest, sudsiest soap that can be purchased on Pyracan.
"I think that would be for the best," Miklos replies with a slight nod. He watches Rynnkk for a moment longer before turning to head back into the ready room. He leans over slightly to speak quietly between himself and Luftlowe, "I look forward to getting to evaluate that one," he says with a slight chuckle.
"Commander, can we get seven in atmosphere? I'd rather get this fixed now." Rukais asks over comms.
"Very well, Reub. Seven, take his place."" the commander replies.
With that, the leading fighter bugs out, flying upwards and back towards the capital ship while it's replacement sidles downwards.
"I hope cross-cultural courses were included in your training. I wish it had been in mine." Elfriede murmurs back quietly, gaze dancing with mirth as she slips with Mik into the ready room.
"well, that was... Unexpected." Ikin mutters to himself after the beating is done as he puts his stack of suits on the ground.
Rynnkk Caerrikk's hotuk gets stashed in his belt as he heads directly in Ikin's direction. He's just finished knocking around some unfortunate reubaigh who messed up some EVA suits he was in charge of having unpacked. The flight is ongoing.
Eelim flys the Graziki smoothly, flipping a switch and turning a nob slightly. "Atmospheric flight is engaged." He leaves the Falari alone for now. Minutes later, he slows his approach, "Nearing landing pad, settle in tight." The Gazriki shuttle slows, hovering over the pad and making a nice landing, as the Aukami hits landing thrusters. It stops then, and Eelim stands from his seat. "Beautiful. Absolutely gorgeous." A look back towards the Falari as he stretches and settles back in, "Ready for the return flight?"
"Most definitely." Tahlani replies to Eelim as she continues to work her display. "Fuel use is within acceptable tolerances for efficiency. No sign that re-entry shielding was damaged when we hit atmosphere. Engine running cool. Successful trip. Would like to get back. Have work to do on environmental systems."
Ikin sets to work separating the suits into stacks by species, having gone back to ignoring his surroundings excepting things directly related to his work.
"Make sure there is no damage to them," Rynnkk advises Ikin as he comes over to stand idly by.
"Let's do it, then," The Aukami thug grabs the controls and lifts the Graziki back off the ground, getting some altitiude before thrusting the shuttle up towards the sky." The craft lurches a little as he uses the sudden momentum. "All clear on second take off, moving through atmosphere."
Tahlani falls silent as the Graziki returns to the sky. There's not much left to report, the ship is in good shape.
"These are all fine, sir. I checked them in the ready room." Ikin says idly as he sorts the last of them into the appropriate stack and starts back off towards the ready-room door.
"Well done," advises the captain.
The group disperses to attend their duties.