Post by Tyler Tremaine on Aug 24, 2013 4:00:42 GMT -5
0800 Hours, October 6th, 2003
They'd had so little time to get started so far. Tyler had eventually had the Chief issue him a spare Viper and ticket his as 'Under Repair'. They'd pulled the main armor plates off so far, the pilot and the deckhand. Kershaw was his name, smart guy, had lots to say, and was just as happy talking on and on for hours. Tyler listened to him talk because the guy seemed content, and the dullish hours of wrench turning seemed somewhat less dull when he had something to occupy his mind. Ty had done all this before, and with each bolt he removed, each weld he severed, he felt like he was starting over. And after years of working to attain his own personal perfection, starting over was something that pained him.
He'd even voiced this to Kershaw, who went into an elaborate spheal about how this was actually one of many forms of therapy. "I don't know if the Chief is into psychology or anything," He'd said, "But when some guys are faced with life changing issues or problems, blindness or... like, if they lose their legs, or even if their diagnosed with a terminal illness, it's something that is recommended. They take their hobbies, and force them to restart from the beginning. Take this guy I knew back on Picon, builds motorbikes. Guy lost his vision in a chemical spill. Nothing out of the ordinary, but he wasn't wearing safety glasses, and he got sprayed right in the face. Now this guy LT, he lived for this stuff, engines and the like. So he got feelin low, real low. Talked about suicide and was givin up on life. His pals came around, and took his bike, a real beaut, and just tore it apart. Left him with all the pieces in his garage." He stopped talking long enough to correct Tyler on what he was fixing to do wrong, and then started again as though he'd never stopped.
"So ol' buddy sat there in his garage with his bike, bitter as hell, and cussing anything that came across him. But eventually, he got a wrench in his hand, and then found the frame. One piece at a time, he figured it out. Don't get me wrong, guy really knew his trade, not a lot like 'em, but he got it back, a piece at the time, and put his whole bike back together. He may never ride again, but he got it fired up. Still makes bikes, custom. Got a gal who helps design 'em. Interesting couple." He trailed off, and Tyler looked up at him from the distance of the main hull of 2-6. He was picking threw a handful of grinder blades, prepping to start tearing into the frame.
"How does that apply to me," He asked at length. Kershaw didn't really answer, he just shrugged, and flipped his face shield down, then started grinding. What the hell does that mean? I'm not paraplegic. I just don't want to redo all my damn work, Ty thought, and went ahead and pulled the next piece of the frame. The idea here was Chief Alexander's, take away mass, and require less force to operate. All Vipers had triple redundant structural framing, and she'd gone through and determined which parts of the chassis weren't completely necessary. Ty had asked the obvious, why was it there at all, and all she'd said on the topic was that the government employed a strict CYA policy. So, they were gonna replace the harder, heavier metals with structural inconel, and lighten the load, so to speak. When he asked if it wouldn't make the Viper structurally weakened, Kershaw had shrugged and asked him if he intended to smash into things.
Kershaw wasn't always reassuring.
A few of the Hawks had been down to check on him, mostly the junior officers and a couple of the White Tigers, but for the most part, he was on his own. Which was ok, in a way, it wasn't the first time. Ty continued to pry off the crap that Kershaw pointed out, and eventually, he was handed a plasma cutter, and told to 'get to work'. Ty slipped on the cutting helmet, which stank of someone else's head odor, and cracked open the valve. The blueish flame was green through the eye shield, and it all turned white when he touched the metal.
He was surprised how slowly the cutter ate through the metal, or alloy, it seemed like something so hot would burn through anything. He'd seen torches cooler than this, slice right through the hull of ships that marines breached. So the whole experience of how strong the hard point alloy really was, was somehow asstonishing. It gave him a whole new respect for just how strong these things were, and he wondered how much of a beating the beefier Raptors could take. He knew they were warships, and built to last, but this was much stronger than he'd expected. Kershaw went on and on about the stuff. It was comprised of Iridium and lead and titanium and aluminium, and all kinds of crap. It was a surprise to learn that one of the metals in the alloy, was radioactive. Or something like it. Lead had been added to the mix to render that enert, Kershaw had told him that without it, a bullet hole could cause the armor of his own Viper to kill him, via irradiation. Ty asked about that in more detail, and was surprised at the nonchalant answer.
"Eh. The melting point is like, forty two hundred degrees. First, you'd have to break down tempered and coated plates, and then melt the lead out of it," He nodded his head in a way that seemed to say 'Not happinin', "Then you'd have to survive that, and then get a bullet through yer Vipo, then get back to the Ba'el Star before ya died. I mean. Is it physically possible? Sure. But thats one seriously convoluted ass way to go about dien. I think you'd kick the buck three times before ya got around ta landin with your hydraulic lines melted. But, thats another story. Besides, that's what containment protocol is for." And that was that. Kershaw was full of great information. He was one of those guys that was so smart, he kind of walked on past logical, and straight to morbid. Ty kind of liked him.
He set down the torch after squelching the flame and asked, "So, now we start putting back on the Inconel?"
Kershaw looked up, and said with a half smirk, "Lords naw LT, that's just the first one. Still got ta pull it off too. Got ta let it cool down first though, go ahead and move on ta the next one. Chief laid it out for us on that diagram there." He nodded beyond Tyler, and when Ty turned, he sighed. There were two dozen places or more that the Chief wanted removed.
"She gonna be faster and more agile with all this, right," He asked.
They'd had so little time to get started so far. Tyler had eventually had the Chief issue him a spare Viper and ticket his as 'Under Repair'. They'd pulled the main armor plates off so far, the pilot and the deckhand. Kershaw was his name, smart guy, had lots to say, and was just as happy talking on and on for hours. Tyler listened to him talk because the guy seemed content, and the dullish hours of wrench turning seemed somewhat less dull when he had something to occupy his mind. Ty had done all this before, and with each bolt he removed, each weld he severed, he felt like he was starting over. And after years of working to attain his own personal perfection, starting over was something that pained him.
He'd even voiced this to Kershaw, who went into an elaborate spheal about how this was actually one of many forms of therapy. "I don't know if the Chief is into psychology or anything," He'd said, "But when some guys are faced with life changing issues or problems, blindness or... like, if they lose their legs, or even if their diagnosed with a terminal illness, it's something that is recommended. They take their hobbies, and force them to restart from the beginning. Take this guy I knew back on Picon, builds motorbikes. Guy lost his vision in a chemical spill. Nothing out of the ordinary, but he wasn't wearing safety glasses, and he got sprayed right in the face. Now this guy LT, he lived for this stuff, engines and the like. So he got feelin low, real low. Talked about suicide and was givin up on life. His pals came around, and took his bike, a real beaut, and just tore it apart. Left him with all the pieces in his garage." He stopped talking long enough to correct Tyler on what he was fixing to do wrong, and then started again as though he'd never stopped.
"So ol' buddy sat there in his garage with his bike, bitter as hell, and cussing anything that came across him. But eventually, he got a wrench in his hand, and then found the frame. One piece at a time, he figured it out. Don't get me wrong, guy really knew his trade, not a lot like 'em, but he got it back, a piece at the time, and put his whole bike back together. He may never ride again, but he got it fired up. Still makes bikes, custom. Got a gal who helps design 'em. Interesting couple." He trailed off, and Tyler looked up at him from the distance of the main hull of 2-6. He was picking threw a handful of grinder blades, prepping to start tearing into the frame.
"How does that apply to me," He asked at length. Kershaw didn't really answer, he just shrugged, and flipped his face shield down, then started grinding. What the hell does that mean? I'm not paraplegic. I just don't want to redo all my damn work, Ty thought, and went ahead and pulled the next piece of the frame. The idea here was Chief Alexander's, take away mass, and require less force to operate. All Vipers had triple redundant structural framing, and she'd gone through and determined which parts of the chassis weren't completely necessary. Ty had asked the obvious, why was it there at all, and all she'd said on the topic was that the government employed a strict CYA policy. So, they were gonna replace the harder, heavier metals with structural inconel, and lighten the load, so to speak. When he asked if it wouldn't make the Viper structurally weakened, Kershaw had shrugged and asked him if he intended to smash into things.
Kershaw wasn't always reassuring.
A few of the Hawks had been down to check on him, mostly the junior officers and a couple of the White Tigers, but for the most part, he was on his own. Which was ok, in a way, it wasn't the first time. Ty continued to pry off the crap that Kershaw pointed out, and eventually, he was handed a plasma cutter, and told to 'get to work'. Ty slipped on the cutting helmet, which stank of someone else's head odor, and cracked open the valve. The blueish flame was green through the eye shield, and it all turned white when he touched the metal.
He was surprised how slowly the cutter ate through the metal, or alloy, it seemed like something so hot would burn through anything. He'd seen torches cooler than this, slice right through the hull of ships that marines breached. So the whole experience of how strong the hard point alloy really was, was somehow asstonishing. It gave him a whole new respect for just how strong these things were, and he wondered how much of a beating the beefier Raptors could take. He knew they were warships, and built to last, but this was much stronger than he'd expected. Kershaw went on and on about the stuff. It was comprised of Iridium and lead and titanium and aluminium, and all kinds of crap. It was a surprise to learn that one of the metals in the alloy, was radioactive. Or something like it. Lead had been added to the mix to render that enert, Kershaw had told him that without it, a bullet hole could cause the armor of his own Viper to kill him, via irradiation. Ty asked about that in more detail, and was surprised at the nonchalant answer.
"Eh. The melting point is like, forty two hundred degrees. First, you'd have to break down tempered and coated plates, and then melt the lead out of it," He nodded his head in a way that seemed to say 'Not happinin', "Then you'd have to survive that, and then get a bullet through yer Vipo, then get back to the Ba'el Star before ya died. I mean. Is it physically possible? Sure. But thats one seriously convoluted ass way to go about dien. I think you'd kick the buck three times before ya got around ta landin with your hydraulic lines melted. But, thats another story. Besides, that's what containment protocol is for." And that was that. Kershaw was full of great information. He was one of those guys that was so smart, he kind of walked on past logical, and straight to morbid. Ty kind of liked him.
He set down the torch after squelching the flame and asked, "So, now we start putting back on the Inconel?"
Kershaw looked up, and said with a half smirk, "Lords naw LT, that's just the first one. Still got ta pull it off too. Got ta let it cool down first though, go ahead and move on ta the next one. Chief laid it out for us on that diagram there." He nodded beyond Tyler, and when Ty turned, he sighed. There were two dozen places or more that the Chief wanted removed.
"She gonna be faster and more agile with all this, right," He asked.