Pursuit Course and Coming aboard

Posted on Thu Dec 4th, 2014 @ 12:27am by Lieutenant JG Airi Saxa & Captain Enalia Telvan & Lieutenant Ventarus Nosplet & Lieutenant JG Rhett Beaumont

Mission: Devotion of Time
Location: Space
Timeline: After the pulsar mission thing

The blaring of an alert brought Niner out of her sleep cycle. Instinctively she rubbed her head, only to find her helmet was there. "The Hera's reappeared? Took them long enough." After bringing all systems of her Javelin-class stealth fighter online, she blasts off from the surface of the asteroid into space, slipping into warp easily.

The computer had been set to, once within the Hera's outermost sensor range, transmit an automated message beacon with the details of her assignment to the Hera and request verification by a department head or higher.

Ven was on the bridge at his station when the his sensor's lit up. "Captain, I'm picking up a Javelin fighter... I'm picking up a transmission as well. Its Lieutenant Saxa's ship? I have a copy of her orders Ma'am."

Peeking over Ven's shoulder at his console, Enalia glanced it over. "Permission granted to land in the main docking bay. It seems I won't get to fly the Hera myself after all."

"Wow...always something to look at your new ship for the first time" Niner gave, taking in the Hera upon approach, after receiving verification and landing instructions. Though she waved off the tractor beam control in favor of bringing it in a little faster than was necessary. Thrusters fired just inches from the forcefield, and her fighter drifted right in to a clean stop and landing.

She jumps out of her fighter and has something of a wobbly landing, but manages to make up for it. The girl looks rather thin in her flightsuit, but it's a side effect of being in space for so long. Still, she manages to make it out of the hangar bay with her bag full of things, passing by other people in the corridor as she dragged her way towards one of the rooms. The door opened, and let her through, but did not lock behind her. Her fatigue began to show as she fumbled with the suit.

Ensign Rhett Beaumont had grabbed an engineer's kit and a tricorder as soon as he was notified of the Lieutenant's arrival and the approach of her fighter. There was no emergency nor need to rush, so he took his time collecting his gear and took a lift to the necessary deck. His walk through the corridors was brisk and he did not deviate from the most direct route.

He did however make note to swing by and chat with the pilot. He had been expecting Lieutenant Saxa, a fighter pilot to be a male. What he found, however, was not quite the case. Rhett entered the room as the woman was struggling with her flight suit. He could only see her from the back when he had entered. "Need some help with that, Doll?" he said with a fake suaveness.


"Doll, huh?" She chuckled a bit. "Now that's a term I haven't heard in a while. I may not be the doll you're looking for, but I could use your help." She gave, turning to face him as she inputting a few commands into her arm gauntlet. The base suit would come off easily enough, in two sections. But each section was held on by a number of plates and pieces. And so she would begin to remove it with his help.

Rhett saw her spots and cringed a bit on the inside, but he tried to not display it outwardly. "Uh sure. I'll help" he said as he approached her and attempted to assist her in removing the plates and pieces. "What kind of flightsuit is this? It seems more like a suit of armor" he said with a small snicker.

"Stealth flightsuit, but its like armor to protect from crash landings and the subsequent events after." Airi explained, finally getting out of the upper half. "The material makes it harder to be picked up by automated sensors and the like. Say, I appreciate the help, but what's your name?" Underneath is a black bodysuit that clings to her thin frame

"Rhett" he replied simply. "So, it makes it harder to be picked up bu automated scanners. Wouldn't that kind of defeat the purpose in a way. I mean... you crash somewhere and Starfleet is searching for you. Wouldn't your suit hinder their scans for you?" he asked curiously.

"If I activate my distress beacon it will cut through the interference on a starfleet frequency." She explained, looking him up and down for a moment. "I'm Airi. Airi Saxa." the girl gave, extending her hand in the human custom. "Nice to meet you, Rhett." A roguish smile made its way to her face.

"Hi" he replied briskly. "Starfleet frequencies are not always secure. There have been times when Orion slaver vessels have located Federation starships by their Starfleet distress signals. Granted, that explains why Starfleet changes them often."

"Sounds like you're speaking from experience there.." She played it off non-chalantly, but she could tell. "That right? Not like I'm gonna tell or anything, since some people probably already know."

Rhett glared at her and turned his head. "I may know a few things" he said flatly. "I am Chief Engineer anyways. The more I know, the better for everyone...Starfleet included" he said sharply. "I'm sure you won't tell anyone. I just don't know if I can trust both of you" he said looking at her.

Airi chuckled a bit. "And here I was thinking you might like my spots." She shrugged a bit and finished getting out of her outfit, the black bodysuit being fully evident now. "Well, I do appreciate the help..and I know a few things too."

"Yes...I'm sure you get around" said Rhett with a forced smile. "Your spots don't bother me. They are interesting and remind me of my mother's exotic coats" added Rhett as he looked away from the woman. "You look to be a very attractive woman. However, you probably weren't always that way."

"So are you implying that I was ugly at one point?" She sighed. "Believe what you'd like, I guess." Clipping her combadge on her bodysuit, she approaches him. "What is it about me that makes you so uncomfortable? Is it the fact that I'm part-Trill? Or is it the fact that we might be similar in more ways than you think?"

"We have nothing in common and are in no way alike" countered Rhett. He looked at her and turned up his nose. "Ugly? I don't know. I do not know anything about you. You make me uncomfortable because Trills are disturbing."

She laughed a bit and shrugged. "I'll get you to tell me why you think that one day. It's in the cards." Airi looks at him. "For now though..thank you for the help." she gave, putting her suit away,

"I just wanted to see what the fool looked like who piloted that piece of junk" replied Rhett with a bit of a huff and puff. "If you have nothing else that you need, I have things to do."

One moment, Rhett was making the comment. The next minute, he found himself shoved against the wall, held by the scruff of the neck, with the point of her pistol pressed against the side of his head. "Listen here you denebian slime devil, I can tolerate all the shit-talking about me that you want to do. But if you insult my flying, or my fighter, I will kick your ass. Even if you are handsome." She stared into his eyes, a moment of tension being created before she pulls back and holsters her pistol. "Go on, do whatever you gotta do. Need to report in anyway. Later, Orion." she turns and strides out of the room in simply her bodysuit, heading for the turbolift quickly. Entering, she heads to the bridge and steps out, looking around for the ship CO.

Enalia was in her chair on the bridge looking over a couple PaDDs. completely oblivious to the newcomer to the bridge.

Airi walked over to the flight control station and sat down. "Commander Telvan? Lieutenant j.g. Saxa reporting for duty."

Not even looking up, Enalia sighed heavily. "Damn it... You're here." Looking up, she shook her head. "Do you know what this means? Any idea at all?"

"That you've got a great flygirl on your team now? Don't tell me you dislike Trill too..."

Enalia looked at Airi strangely for a moment. "I'm a joined Trill and I don't dislike other Trill. No, this means I'll never get a chance to pilot anything again."

"Oh, good. I ran afoul of someone who hates them." She rolled her eyes. "I came here in a fighter, and you'll no doubt have need of me in that support role. So when I'm out there, you can be right here, ma'am."

Enalia grinned, guessing the person in question was her chief engineer. "I recommend you familiarize yourself with your new duties. You can start by taking the helm. Your fighter will be used, but in a more specialized role."

"Understood, skipper." She nodded genially and turned back around, not seeming to care that she was without the uniform at present.

"Excellent. Also, since we're in orbit, go get settled in. Be sure you're in uniform tomorrow though." Enalia said, looking back down at her PaDDs.

"Sure thing. I'll get myself sorted out." She nodded at the uniform bit. "Oh, and before I forget. From one Trill to another, you look great." Airi chuckled before heading to the turbolift 'again'.

Enalia just shook her head, ignoring that last comment for now.

Lieutenant j.g. Airi Saxa
Chief Flight Control Officer
USS Hera

Commander Enalia Telvan
Commanding Officer
USS Hera

Ensign Rhett Beaumont
Chief Engineer
USS Hera