Kai
Retired Staff
- RP Date
- YE 43.9
- RP Location
- YSS Amatsuotome
After the end of the Kuvexian war, the Yamatai Star empire had entered a time of relative peace. While it may have heralded the end of hostilities, it did not mean that everyone in the Star Army could just sit back, relax, and do whatever they wanted. Most believe that the #1 mission of a military is to fight and win wars, and on the surface that may seem true, but the reality is that most of the time, personnel either trained, maintained, or repaired their skills, equipment, and vehicles, and as such, the job of a Maintainer was never done, even if their precious charges were no longer being shot at. In fact, Peacetime gave rise to an even worse enemy than a hostile nation, at least in the eyes of the mechanics, and that enemy was of course their own people. Pilots would fly ships for training, and find new and inventive ways to break them. Vehicle operators would discover the worst ways in which they could neglect their craft and invariably destroy them, without a round ever being fired. Even other mechanics, fixing one piece of equipment, would somehow invent a new method of destroying the very equipment they relied on, in a vicious, never-ending cycle of damage and repairs. And that was nothing to say of the actual, scheduled preventative maintenance and servicing of the myriad equipment that kept a military going on a day to day basis.
War was hell, sure, and while some fought it with a rifle, and others a cannon, or a fighter, gunship, or tank, for each of these, there was a mechanic somewhere, often drinking entirely too much coffee and thriving on a diet of salt, swear words, and synthetic grease.
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On The YSS Amatsuotome, business as usual was happening. A large combination of fleet tender, maintenance dock, and battleship, the 'Maiden' as it was often called by its crew was abuzz with activity. Today, the final Yui-class scout that had been damaged during the Kuvexian war was in for repairs. It had been nearly a year since the battle of Glimmergold, meaning that more than just emergency repairs could be done, instead having maintenance crews delve deep into the craft and perform heavy repairs and maintenance on bits of the compact starships that were normally inaccessible.
The Chief of the Fifth Maintenance and Support Unit, one Jôtô Heisho Seyla Midi, Poised on a catwalk overlooking the craft as her crew began delving into it. The ship sported a large hole through its nose, which had thankfully avoided any major damage and didn't breach the crew compartments, but it had knocked out communications and the main cannon, which had forced it to withdraw from its last battle, and a like of time, personnel, and parts meant that it had sat in storage as less damaged craft had been quickly patched up and sent back to battle.
A cup of coffee in her hand - not that it affected her android body, but she still enjoyed the taste and the warmth - Midi-Heisho (Often just called Chief) observed as her troops positioned a large support arm to take up the hull panel that needed removing and keep it from floating off and hitting something else, as well as to hold it up once they restored gravity to the maintenance bay to ease the smaller repairs. One of the newer technicians, however, seemed to be having a slight issue, a transfer from another fleet, most technicians were unaccustomed to the heavy maintenance performed on the Amatsuotome.
"Oi, that one goes clockwise, then pulls straight up with the Mag-wrench. The opposite side is the one that goes counter-clockwise first!" She shouted, not yet wanting to actually get dirty for the day, as the shift had only just begun.
War was hell, sure, and while some fought it with a rifle, and others a cannon, or a fighter, gunship, or tank, for each of these, there was a mechanic somewhere, often drinking entirely too much coffee and thriving on a diet of salt, swear words, and synthetic grease.
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On The YSS Amatsuotome, business as usual was happening. A large combination of fleet tender, maintenance dock, and battleship, the 'Maiden' as it was often called by its crew was abuzz with activity. Today, the final Yui-class scout that had been damaged during the Kuvexian war was in for repairs. It had been nearly a year since the battle of Glimmergold, meaning that more than just emergency repairs could be done, instead having maintenance crews delve deep into the craft and perform heavy repairs and maintenance on bits of the compact starships that were normally inaccessible.
The Chief of the Fifth Maintenance and Support Unit, one Jôtô Heisho Seyla Midi, Poised on a catwalk overlooking the craft as her crew began delving into it. The ship sported a large hole through its nose, which had thankfully avoided any major damage and didn't breach the crew compartments, but it had knocked out communications and the main cannon, which had forced it to withdraw from its last battle, and a like of time, personnel, and parts meant that it had sat in storage as less damaged craft had been quickly patched up and sent back to battle.
A cup of coffee in her hand - not that it affected her android body, but she still enjoyed the taste and the warmth - Midi-Heisho (Often just called Chief) observed as her troops positioned a large support arm to take up the hull panel that needed removing and keep it from floating off and hitting something else, as well as to hold it up once they restored gravity to the maintenance bay to ease the smaller repairs. One of the newer technicians, however, seemed to be having a slight issue, a transfer from another fleet, most technicians were unaccustomed to the heavy maintenance performed on the Amatsuotome.
"Oi, that one goes clockwise, then pulls straight up with the Mag-wrench. The opposite side is the one that goes counter-clockwise first!" She shouted, not yet wanting to actually get dirty for the day, as the shift had only just begun.