Biesecker
Inactive Member
YSS Kaiyo II - Shuttle Bay
Santo-Hei Kurohane Shunjou, a new transfer to the ship fresh out of training, sat in the cockpit of a Mamushi, the canopy open. As much as he was dying to get out there and join the fray, he was not there to sortie. The cat-like Minkan flicked through the idling fighter's systems while a maintenance crewman inspected the craft from outside, checking off a list on a personal device. Shunjou spoke in a professional tone, but he couldn't mask the bored anxiety at the edge of it. "Sensors are working properly. Life support looks to be in order. Full supply of emergency O2. Computer systems are all fine..."
He huffed a quiet sigh through his nose. He knew this stuff was important. Blasting off in a Mamushi would do no good if there were something wrong they didn't know about. But would he even be called on to launch? He knew a battle was going on outside, but there was only one Yamatai fighter out there, supporting power-armored infantry. It was possible the battle plan wouldn't involve any more spacecraft, and he'd be stuck in here during what, in his mind, should be his first taste of real combat. Oh, well... Orders were orders. The Chusa knew what she was doing, and sound tactics were more important than sating his lust for action. Even he could admit that.
"Alright, weapon systems are next. I'll open up the bay, keep clear." After taking a moment to ensure no one was too close to the underside of the craft or in front of it, the pilot fiddled about with the control panel some more, causing the doors under the plane to slide outward, then up and in, revealing the internal torpedo bay to allow the crewman to take a close look. He slumped back in his seat as he waited, his eyes wandering lazily about the shuttle bay before settling on another Mamushi beside them. Still one more fighter to check after this one, and it wasn't a quick process. Fun...
Santo-Hei Kurohane Shunjou, a new transfer to the ship fresh out of training, sat in the cockpit of a Mamushi, the canopy open. As much as he was dying to get out there and join the fray, he was not there to sortie. The cat-like Minkan flicked through the idling fighter's systems while a maintenance crewman inspected the craft from outside, checking off a list on a personal device. Shunjou spoke in a professional tone, but he couldn't mask the bored anxiety at the edge of it. "Sensors are working properly. Life support looks to be in order. Full supply of emergency O2. Computer systems are all fine..."
He huffed a quiet sigh through his nose. He knew this stuff was important. Blasting off in a Mamushi would do no good if there were something wrong they didn't know about. But would he even be called on to launch? He knew a battle was going on outside, but there was only one Yamatai fighter out there, supporting power-armored infantry. It was possible the battle plan wouldn't involve any more spacecraft, and he'd be stuck in here during what, in his mind, should be his first taste of real combat. Oh, well... Orders were orders. The Chusa knew what she was doing, and sound tactics were more important than sating his lust for action. Even he could admit that.
"Alright, weapon systems are next. I'll open up the bay, keep clear." After taking a moment to ensure no one was too close to the underside of the craft or in front of it, the pilot fiddled about with the control panel some more, causing the doors under the plane to slide outward, then up and in, revealing the internal torpedo bay to allow the crewman to take a close look. He slumped back in his seat as he waited, his eyes wandering lazily about the shuttle bay before settling on another Mamushi beside them. Still one more fighter to check after this one, and it wasn't a quick process. Fun...