AWD #341: Not Your Huckleberry
Not Your Huckleberry
Summary: Halena requests a pilot liaison to advise on the retrofit of The Iron Pilgrim. Alejandro is not her man.
Date: 28 May 2016
Related Logs: All Iron Pilgrim logs.
Alejandro Halena 
Hanger Bay
Each hangar deck is divided into five one-hundred yard sections, each divided from the others by massive blast doors that close vertically from the floor and overhead. Each hangar section houses all of the Vipers, Raptors, and Predators that the wing operates as well as the vital work areas to support and maintain these fighting platforms. Each bay is large enough to accommodate one of these frames and still get heavy work done, though the fore- and aft-most sections are dedicated to overhauls and major work to be done. The bays along the center section are located across from launch tubes and elevators in order to provide scramble and Alert-Five capabilities. The second-to-aft bay provides major elevator and transport access to the starboard bay as well as the major manufacturing facility. Due to the nature of the work, the hangar decks are major hubs of activity at all hours of the day and all but four hours overnight.
AWD #341

Halena needs a ride. But it's more than that — she needs a pilot, and a good one, to offer advice. Someone with opinions and who isn't going to be terribly afraid to voice them, she requested through the appropriate chains of command. And back through those chains comes a response: we've got someone for you. Head to the hanger bay at 16:00 to meet and brief your pilot. No name attached. It's two or three minutes before the anticipated time that Halena, still in her day-to-day jumpsuite, makes her way up. Her red hair is pulled back in a ponytail, a few peices having escaped through the day's labor. She carries a clipboard with a file, and walks at a pace that says she's here for business. Even with that limp. By now she's become a known entity on the hanger bay among the technicians, most of whom nod or wave in her genearl direction. She nods in response to most as she notices them, but her pale face matches her gait — business.

Alejandro shows up, having no idea that there may have been a mixup and Halena may in fact need a Raptor pilot instead of a Viper jock. All the same it's Hobo she's been sent. He arrives in his flight suit and carrying his helmet under his left arm. Lieutenant Salazar might look a little puzzled as to why he's been asked to come down to the Hangar but the Squadron Leader will shortly find out. He stops and looks around for Halena and when he spots her, he adjusts his course to go and meet her. "Captain, your leg all right? You need a pilot?"

Halena lifts her eyes when she hears someone speak to a 'Captain'. In this case, she's the Captain. And the speaker? Oh … Salazaar. Hmm. She lifts her chin just a touch and nods in the man's direction. "As fine as it'll ever be, Lieutentant. Thank you for asking." She speaks easily and politely, and with more than a touch of class too. She looks the man up and down for just a moment in his suite. "Yes, I requested a pilot who might be able to advise on a retrofit for a cargo vessel I'm doing. Are you my ride, then?" She tilts her head slightly to the side, hazel eyes having no qualms about meeting his during conversation.

Both of his dark brows rise at what she says, "Cargo vessel? Retrofit sounds like something you'd talk to Deck about, not a pilot." He lifts his free hand to scratch at the back of his scalp, "I might could give you a ride to it in a Preditor but it's not usually used as a bus. You'd want a Raptor for that and I'm not cross qualified to fly one. I'm a viper pilot. I'd have to suit you up and speed tape you to the outside and I'm sure that's not a ride anybody's going to authorize me to give you, Captain." Alejandro bares his teeth in a playful yet feral smile that is just short of laughing.

At least this time she seems a touch more amused by the man than during their previous meeting. And by that, she is a touch amused. It shows in the very slight uptilt of one side of her mouth. A good-natured uptilt, not mischevious. "I'm rather surprised it's something you'd seek authorization for in the first place. Viper pilots are party boys and rebels, isn't that so?" She folds her arms then, shifting her weight from her bad leg to her good while stationary as her eyes sweep the hanger. Maybe there was someone else she was here to meet, some odd mix-up? But no, it seems Alejandro is the only one looking for her. So she looks back to him. "I don't think I'd seek out a pilot to assist in a retrofit unless I had a death wish," she admits, with more good-nature in her voice. "But we'll be doing some extensive modifications, particularly where weight and power are concerned. I requested a pilot to be on-hand to provide advice and feedback for some of these changes, to make sure I wasn't turning a fat, unwieldy beast of a ship into a fatter, more unweildy beast of a ship."

"Guity as charged, afraid so, Captain. But now I'm Squad Leader I'm trying to clean up my act. Be a little more responsible. But not /too/ much. They might promote me again or someth'n." Alejandro listens to what else she has to say and then nods, "Well, I'd suggest you speak with the CAG. We don't have much, if any, cargo hauling pilots on hand to spare but she might know where a civilian one might be dug up and lent. Otherwise I still think it's Deck you'll want to consult. They know engineering and well… pilots, we can fly anything but we are liable to tear it apart or get it shot up because we just /can't/ resist pushing things past their design limits." Hobo gives her a wink, "It's more fun that way, Captain."

"Bless you, child. We certainly wouldn't want that," she says with regards to his fear of promotion. When he says they likely don't have what she needs readily available, the woman wrinkles her mouth in displeasure. She glances downward for a few moments, swaying easily to one side and then the other to readjust her weight. Standing, it seems, is not her strong suite. But then he has her attention again. "Well, it's preceisely those qualities I'm seeking in someone, Lieutentant. Between deck and engineering, we can build and maintain the toy of your dreams. But we need to fully know and understand your dreams to do it. Call me overly cautious, but I would rather know exactly how you and yours might intend to ride anything through a particular tide before I complete it. As I understand it, fixing pilots is far messier than fixing machinery."

"Oh, most viper pilots are easy to please, Captain. Give us a stick to play with and a hell of a ride with guns, and we're set." Alejandro drops a hand to make a motion of miming a joy stock but it's crotch level. While strictly speaking his words apply to a viper's controls, they could just as easily be sexual innuendo! He laughs, "Everyone else in my squadron either got transfered or dead, Captain. If I don't get killed oof soon they'll promote me either way, probably. Unless I frak up spectacularly." Which could totally happen.

He thumbs towards the Main Corridor, "Anyway, I'd suggest you go swing by the CAG's office on Deck 2 and corner Captain … I mean, -Major- Arrington for a chat. She has the authority to get people assigned to whatever you require of Airwing."

Halena watches the man with her arms still crossed, and when he drops his line and makes his little gesture, her touch-of-amused smile doesn't change, but one brow quirks. She gets it, but she's going to chose not to get it. "I'll certainly keep that in mind, Lieutentant," she notes, matter-of-factly. At least this time she doesn't look miffed, right? Potentially mildly amused is better than miffed, right? Still, the topic of death comes up and it casts a bit of a shadow, bringing the Captain's polite professionalism back to the forefront. "Thank you for the advice once again, Lieutentant. I suppose this means you have some time to yourself this afternoon, since I won't be needing your assistance. A touch of silver lining, that."

Alejandro gives a negative movement of his head, "No, I should get back to reviewing gun footage and work on a simulator program. That responsible for other people part. Then I fly CAP in the second half of my shift." His flight helmet is shifted to his other arm and held by it's lip in his hand, "Sorry somebody sent you the wrong pilot. I'll wish you luck, though." Hobo reaches his free hand up to touch a finger to his brow in a very non-regulation salute, which is just as well since the Hangar is considered as 'indoors' as the rest of the ship. He turns to head back up to Deck 2.

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