Working on the Vipers
WHO: Tra "Achillies" Mitchel and Open WHEN: Morning Y2002, Dec 3 WHERE: Hanger Deck, Avalon
Achillies left the briefing room and went straight to the maintenance locker in the hanger. Pulling the records of all the Vipers in the Death Angles squadron he started to go over the maintenance records of each fighter like he did his own. The first thing he discovered was that the engine overhaul of the other fighters was grossly overdue. Shaking his head in disgust he took the folders and went to the chief of the boats office. Walking in he tossed the folders on the desk.
"Something I can do for you lieutenant?" The chief asked looking at the folders on his desk.
"Ya chief, I want to know why the frak these Vipers aren't getting their overhauls like they should." He said
The chief looked confused as he went over the folders. "What do you mean? You're Viper is good to go. No one in the fleet can touch it" The chief said
In one quick moment Achillies felt the weight of command. He had been down on the deck, working on his Viper and flirting with the female snipes, never thinking about anyone else Viper. It made him feel less.
"Look chief, I want each and every Viper as good as mine. I'll be going over everyone of these Vipers myself and I expect them all to be perfect. Call Girl wants it and I mean to see that it's done" He said
"You got it sir. I'll get my guys on it" The chief said as he stood
"Good. I'll be helping. I'll start with Call Girl's viper. get a crew over there and let's tear that engine down and make sure it's shit hot." He said as he walked out of the office and back into the hanger