Cry of the Gods (Ty)

[Pacifica Alexander]

1600 Hours, October 3rd, 2003 – Starboard Flight Pod, Viper Two-Six

(Roger correct us if the time stamp is off)

Hoffman had given the squads their briefings this morning and Pacifica had done the same with the deck crew on her pod. They were getting back in the full swing of things again. Everything would be returning to normal in the next few days. Well, as normal as things got with the war games just around the corner. Modifications to Vipers had been returned to with in regs for nearly all the vipers and raptors, except one. Hoffman had personally stripped the mod's he could from two-six, Clairabell as Pacifica had named her.

She had been removed from duty and was scheduled to go to a war museum for the colonies. It was as if Pacifica's deck had been neutered. Stripped of its glory with that one ship. The only person likely to be more worked up about it then her was Lieutenant Tremaine. She was losing her pride and joy but he had lost a part of himself. He hadn't even been given his chance to have a final tryst with her in the skies.


He had been forced to fly the new empty shell of a ship that they were replacing Clairabell with. He had just landed from his first flight in the new Viper and it was moved into position where the once glorious Two-Six would have rested. Pacifica pushed the ladder over to the Viper for him to climb down and join her. Both of them would mourn the loss together, though Pacifica had already resolved to do something about it. They would rebuilt Two-Six back with this new shell. She would never be the same but this time they would go deeper, push the limits even more and make the new ship better, even if she wouldn't ever be Clairabell.

"Welcome back Lieutenant." Pacifica said as he walked down the ladder and joined him. She instinctively went right to removing his helmet for him. It was easier for someone on the outside to do that. "I'm sorry about your loss sir. I heard after the briefing."[/color] She sighed to herself as she watched for the lieutenants reaction to it all. She knew damned well he was not happy about it.

The whole day she had been thinking about it herself trying to figure out what they could do to save her. She even talked to the Chief about sending any viper but Two-Six but it was with no success. That is when it finally hit her that they had to do something else. She had yet to go look to see what supplies were saved by Hoffman but they would get to that in time. She had already come up with things she wanted to do with the new viper.

"Sir i would like to talk to you about... well that."[/color] She said as she pointed to the new viper. "I miss Clairabell already and she isn't even off the deck yet. I can't see my pod with out her so we need to get started on this one right away. That is if you are willing Sir."[/color] She knew there was a chance that he just didn't want to go through the trouble again and if he didn't then that was fine but if he was they would be able to work together. She had learned a lot about him back on the Uden at least as far as his skill set. They never got to close or anything, just coworkers who had a similar interest.

[Tyler Tremaine]

Tyler called it in when he was finished flying the newly dubbed, Hawk 2-6. She was everything you would expect in a new Viper. Shiney, reactive, no sticking in the petals, no clicking sound in the flight stick, and the nice cushy feeling from the new seat... (secretly he was happy about the newer seats that had very recently replaced the original Mark VII seats, but he hadn't yet admitted it even to himself). The fact was, this was a new ship, and that brought with it some interesting challenges. First off being Chief Alexander. The woman was one of the reasons he'd had as many modifications in his previous Viper as he'd had. She had many a time turned a blind eye to his dealings, and had twice been on record to say that she had no idea that Tremaine and her deckhands had done "Something out of regs," to his war machine. But would she go through all that again? Lords he hoped so. It wasn't that he was terrified he wouldn't be able to do any mods, Chief Hoffman had retained some of his old craft, and had mentioned it in the morning briefing. That alone implied that he would be given at least, some leniency on rebuilding her. How much exactly, he couldn't be sure, but some.

Tremaine slowly taxied down the starboard flight pod, and turned his craft around towards the aft as he neared the third elevator. He brought the Viper in and slowly touched down on the solid metal. "Mag lock engaged." He said, and waited for the customary response from the LSO. Depending on who was on duty, it was sometimes a flirty comment from a cute blonde, or a standard reply from the other two. Tyler wasn't in the greatest mood, so he wasn't put off at all when it was one of the guys, with the most standard of greetings.

"Welcome back Lieutenant." Chief Alexander said in her ever serious tone, She stepped over to him as he climbed down the ladder, and reached over to undo his helmet restraint. Then she pulled the chin mount forward and stepped back again. "I'm sorry about your loss sir. I heard after the briefing."[/color] Alexander sighed as Ty reached up and pulled his helmet all the way off, and wiped his hair back.

"Thank you Chief," He said and looked over his shoulder at the new Viper. He'd been able to retain his Hyperion nomenclature, so that was at least a start. She was slower, and less responsive, but in the end, a Viper was still a dangerous machine. In point of fact, any Mark VII was a dangerous machine. Clairabell had been given significant changes, but to say that she was on some new level, just wasn't in keeping with the facts. All Mark VIIs are dangerous and deadly, and fast. And in the right hands, any Shadowhawk could tell you, it was a work of art. Clairabell was simply his. She got the most attention just recently, between september of ot two, and last month. The Pallas strike had been like a crowning moment for her, but then, it really had been for everybody. Why everyone had focused on his Viper, Tyler could not tell you. Ty set his helmet down, and turned towards the Viper, and put his hands on his hips. "She's still Two-Six, but she's no Clairabell." He took a deep breath and just looked her over. "So Chief.." He stammered lightly, "I'm sorry, did you.. have something you wanted to talk to me about?"

"Sir i would like to talk to you about... well that."[/color] Alexander said, pointing to the new Viper as though it were a disease, "I miss Clairabell already and she isn't even off the deck yet. I can't see my pod without her so we need to get started on this one right away. That is if you are willing Sir."[/color] Did he mind? Was she kidding? Of course he didn't mind, Tyler almost grabbed the Chief and kissed her on principle. Of course, he restrained himself, and instead just smiled and looked at her, a sense of euphoria washing over him. And here he was, thinking she'd have been glad to just be rid of the old 'Bell. He'd assumed that the Chief would be more like Hoffman. Oh Chief Hoffman didn't say anything, but anyone could tell, that he'd gone as far as he was willing to go with Ty on the subject of his Viper. As on many occasions, knuckle draggers of all ranks were the quickest to remind Pilots like Tyler, that these were the Colonial taxpayer's Vipers, and not the pilots.

Tyler disagreed, but he had never voiced it. The taxpayers weren't the ones frakkin flying them...

He popped his neck, and stepped closer to the locker behind the Viper, and looked at it in a reverent fashion. Ty hadn't yet had a chance to see what was in there, but he was curious. He turned back to Chief Alexander and grinned, the two had undoubtedly shared in the love of building things. As much as Tyler loved flying, a Viper was a lot like a good rifle. The more you do to it, the more you want to do. There was always going to be a new modification you could apply. A new change you could make, a new part you could replace. Vipers were much the same, and the fact was, that most of the innovations on the Mark VII, were things that pilots like the Hawks, and knuckle draggers like the chief here, had figured out along the way, and passed up the chain of command. He lowered his head with it sideways to her and said, "I hope you have some time to spend Chief, I have plans too... Now," He turned slightly towards her, and extended his hand towards the locker that was built into the wall, "Lets see what Hoffman set aside for her. Whatta ya say, care to help me unwrap this present?"

[Ellcope]

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