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Post by Behax on Jul 2, 2015 17:38:06 GMT
It had been a week since the accident, a minor error in judgement on Castor's part which had led to some pretty catastrophic consequences. However the on going investigation seemed to be finding that even if he did bare some of the responsibility, it wasn't all his, some lay with the other navigator or rather his craft. Not all the details were clear yet.
What was clear however was that he was being reassigned. He knew why, they couldn't leave any spare navigators or fighters, everyone needed to be in teams, as many teams as possible. There would be losses, this was a dangerous mission after all, but there wasn't much time to grieve. To Castor however, even though he understood it, it felt like a betrayal. His fighter wasn't dead, but there was no telling when or if he'd wake up either. It felt like a betrayal being reassigned. Having to get used to a new fighter all over again, in enemy space no less....If they couldn't work together, it could lead to an even bigger catastrophe. Pollux had been his first, and he'd been luckier than most, they'd gotten on, they'd been compatible. Some navigators went through fighters pretty quickly, and went through many before finding someone they were compatible with.
He sighed as he entered commander Cook's office to find out who he was now to be assigned to. He wasn't sure that he was emotionally ready for this. 5 days in physical recovery, 2 additional days personal leave, and now he was being thrown together with a complete stranger. He saluted as he entered, and while they waited for his new fighter, the commander asked about his recovery, but didn't delve too deeply. There were still bandages on his face and neck, as well as ones unseen around his shoulders underneath his uniform. At least he didn't need a sling for his arm.
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Post by Skell on Jul 3, 2015 0:47:10 GMT
It had been about a month since the attack in which his ship had nearly been destroyed and his navigator dead, his injuries had healed for the most part. His head still bandaged because of his eye, the doctor still thought he could save it. But he was in enough of a fighting shape that he was being assigned to a new navigator. Having received the order to go to Cooks office during his training he finished up and made his way over.
Walking in a few minutes behind his navigator it seemed. Giving him a small nod as a hello. "Reporting in, is this my new navigator?" he asked, nodding in the direction of the man in white.
The commander didn't seem to bother with any small talk with him, Scylla didn't report to him so why bother it seemed. Bering didn't really care much for talking about injuries though, he wanted to know that his fighters were in fighting shape and that was about it. Pushing his hair back over his head he shifted so that he was standing on one leg more than the other.
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Post by Behax on Jul 3, 2015 7:26:39 GMT
As soon as the doors slid open Castor tensed slightly, and the commander straightened up. The fighters were not his responsibility, and he saw little of them so there was no obligation to ask them how they were, or attachment what so ever. They were as much a tool to him, as the navigators were to Bearing. A means to an end.
"Yes. Task name Scylla and task name Castor you are both being reassigned to each other. This situation is a little unusual, we wouldn't usually reassign a navigator whose fighter isn't deceased or incompatible. But there is no telling when Castor's fighter will regain conciousness, and out here we can not afford to wait. We can't leave anyone spare, as such I also expect both of you to make this work. We no longer have the luxury of shuffling people around to find perfect fits on this mission." He explained knowing that Castor at least wouldn't like this. However neither of them had a choice.
"Do I make myself clear?" "Yes sir!" Came Castor's reply.
"As for ship, you will be using the Gemini. Castor is already familiar with it. Since the collision the outside has all be repaired, but Castor you will need to get the inside up and running again, and quickly." To this Castor simply nodded. "If there are no questions then you are both dismissed, Castor already has your room assignment."
At that moment Castor turned to leave, and at the door waited for Scylla to follow. When they reached their room, it was the standard small room, with 2 bunks, that they'd all gotten accustomed to on the Sleipnir. Given how many crew the ship had to contain, it was hardly surprising all of the rooms were so small. It didn't bother Castor anyway.
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Post by Skell on Jul 3, 2015 22:00:53 GMT
Seems he would have to adjust to a new ship again, he could do it though. Nodding his reply to the commander and following his new navigator to their new room. It was as he'd expected, two bunks in a tiny room. Shrugging he moved into the room and claimed the top bunk, letting his legs hang down as he pulled out a pack of cigarettes.
"Sorry about your fighter, he was a good guy," he told him as he lit his cigarette. He had known him with the other fighters, not closely but he knew him. He was a good man, a good fighter too. Not the top dog by any means but he was good. But that was all Scylla would say on the subject, he wanted to express his condolences but not open that door. He had been friends with his navigator before their ship was hit.
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Post by Behax on Jul 3, 2015 22:33:38 GMT
The Gemini had been in a more salvageable condition, though the accident which had damaged it was more recent, additionally navigators had a knack (one whole heartedly encouraged,) for modifying their craft. It could be difficult for a different navigator to adjust to their system, or even undo what had been done. It was just simpler to reassign Scylla to a different craft than it was to do so with Castor.
Castor hesitated to say 'is' when told Pollux 'was' a good guy. He wasn't dead, unconscious yes, but not dead. Instead he forced himself to say "I think so too," before automatically going to turn the vent on, the moment he realised Scylla was going to start smoking. He wondered if that was a habit most fighters got into? Pollux had smoked too, so Castor was used to just turning the vent on or up the moment he started. Unfortunately he couldn't share the sentiment about Scylla's navigator. While Castor wasn't unfriendly, he could be a bit weary. The internal 'politics' he saw going on between some navigators, meant he'd kept to himself quite a bit.
With a quiet sigh he sat down on the bottom bunk, and pulled out his personal computer. He'd already been sent the damage reports for his craft....If only he could fix Pollux as easily.
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Post by Skell on Jul 4, 2015 16:00:37 GMT
Nodding a little when Castor turned on the vent, the navigators all seemed to do that. None of them seemed to smoke, it didn't bother him but it struck him as odd that none of them did but almost all the fighters did. "What's the damage to the Gemini?" he asked.
He wanted to know how long it would be before they could get the ship out during an attack, he didn't want to be stuck lying around waiting for the ship to be finished. Putting out his cigarette on his boot he jumped down from his bunk, making his way to their small bathroom. Unwrapping the bandages on his head, his eye didn't look good. But he was tired of listening to the doctor that it could be saved, it was blind already.
That in mind he pulled out the eyepatch Bering had given him, getting it situated over his eye. It didn't completely cover the scar but he didn't mind. "You got a half blind fighter, hope you don't mind,"
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Post by Behax on Jul 4, 2015 19:10:08 GMT
Maybe it was just that the day to day environment wasn't all that stressful on a navigator, at least they weren't as physical with each other as some of the fighters were. At least if some of the stories he'd heard from Pollux was to be believed. From the navigator side of things fighters usually seemed violent, even thuggish alone or together....But then Pollux had said the navigators all seemed kind of stuck up from a distance...He wondered if the two groups were really all that different? There ways of approaching situations certainly seemed to be.
"Not too extensive, most of the outside is already repaired, I just need to...Repair the navigation system and communications. There is hardly any damage to the fighter side by comparison.." And yet Pollux had come out of it worse than he did. He'd have to check and double check everything, make sure there were no electrical faults that would lose him another fighter. "We can go and take a look if you are so inclined." There was only so much a schematic could tell you.
He looked up when Scylla stepped back out of the bathrrom. "As long as you can still shoot straight and keep up with the others, I doubt it'll be a problem." At least it didn't seem to affect the performance of Ethos'fighter...Shit what was his name...Began with a P. Then again they seemed to have other...Issues.
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Post by Skell on Jul 8, 2015 21:07:09 GMT
Well he should take a look at their ship while he had a chance to without being in combat. "Sure, I'd like to familiarize myself with the quirks," he told him. Nodding as he commented about him still shooting straight. He was a good shot, might be in need of some practice to get used to his new vision. Moving to the new he hit the pad to open it, he wasn't one to waste time. At least not when he could do something now.
"Is there anything I should know about the ship? Targeting issues or anything?" he asked. His new navigator knew all the schematics so maybe he could explain some of it to him.
[sorry it's short]
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Post by Behax on Jul 8, 2015 21:53:54 GMT
"Not sure how many of it's previous quirts can still be accounted for," Castor said honestly. Depending on how much he had to re-wire and re-program it could develop entirely new quirks altogether. Though he would do his best to make it as smooth as possible, but unforeseen problems tended to arise. You just had to try to fix them as they did. He folded his personal computer away and stood up, and followed Scylla out, automatically beginning to walk in the direction of the hanger. He was feeling slightly less awkward about this now, though not close to dropping his guard. It helped that Scylla so far seemed rather reasonable. Still Castor knew he would have preferred not to be reassigned, but what he wanted didn't matter, not when you were at war. He couldn't let it affect his performance, or their compatibility.
"There weren't any targeting issues that I was aware of, though it could have easily developed some because of the accident. The report said that at present most of the internal electronic are fried, the engine wont fire properly, and the investigation into the incident so far indicate that my craft, and the other one that was involved weren't communicating properly...." He explained, there would be a lot to look at.
When they entered the hanger, Castor gave a quick glance around, before heading to his ship. From the outside it mostly looked fine. External repairs had been completed, and there were just a few scratches here and there, which hadn't warranted repair as they were just cosmetic issues. "Scylla, this is the Gemini, not in her usual glory....But we'll get her there again," Castor said, his tone indicating his fondness for the ship.
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