Transitional landing

Posted on Sun 9th Feb, 2014 @ 9:57am by Major Landon Mabrade

397 words; about a 2 minute read

Mission: http://sb109.sim-station.net/index.php/sim/missions/id/6
Location: Protector Fighter Bay

OLD

“Not today Protector, have to deflower the Tower.” Mabrade comment as he changed course, he dove slightly and cut close to the Control Tower but nowhere near dangerous, more of a prank than anything else.

NEW

Mabrade went up into the close approach as he had submit as a flight plan. Mika nearly spun to make the turn and sharply come into the Flight Deck of the Marine Aerospace Fighter Wing. He knew he is deep into Marine Country. The fighter bay had assigned slots to be stowed, he is not surprised to know Mika’s assigned space is ready for her. The Command Transfer Orders would be through the lower chain like a wildfire; they always know more than they should.

The small screen had his landing vector and route, the fighter slot is closest to the Flight Line, The place that a Command fighter is kept. Three people stood ready as Mabrade brought the Fighter around, flaring before he gently brought the fighter to rest in the center of the slot. Two crew went to work, one placing the umbilical into the Fighter; another secured the landing gear to the deck and the ‘Chief’ came to the entry to help him with his helmet and unbuckling before getting a short status report about the condition of Mika.

“Gunnery Sergent Julia Tremaine, I am your Maintenance Chief.” She introduced herself. “Anything I should know about your baby?” She asked with a grin.

“No Gunny.” It felt strange to him still calling a woman ‘Gunny’ like he would a male Marine but after many years he had become accustom to the doing such. “She is good but give her a once over as there might be something missed?” He said as he clambered out of the seat, he knew the fighter was trim and ready but in telling her to look it over it is a right of passage between them. “ I have utmost confidence in you Gunny.”

“Yes Sir.” She stepped aside to allow him to pass. “I’ll get right on it.”

Mabrade put the helmet in the pilot’s chair and grabbed the Duffle behind while getting out. It was his Personal Gear enough to report to the Commanding Officer. He head to the Flight ready room and the locker room just beyond.

OFF

Major Landon Mabrade
Commander Aerospace Group
Star base Protector

 

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