Lieutenant Anton Richards: We'll Crash The Shuttle Another Day

[Alora DeVeau]

OOC: Richards' quips are just too funny.

 

IC:

 

(( Main Shuttle Bay, Deck 9, USS Octavia E Butler ))

Anton stood back and placed his hands on his hips, seemingly admiring the outside of the shuttlecraft. It wasn’t the shuttle that gave Anton his sense of pride, it was the large stash of explosives and explosive devices that Lahl and himself had spent the better part of an hour organizing and properly storing. Anton had checked and double checked each one of their “supplies”. 

Promontory: Ready to do some damage?

Nilsen: I mean, this is going to be one heck of a boom. Josh would be sad he missed it.

Lahl: I’ll record it for him and we’ll replay it in the holodeck.

Anton admired the idea. He would have to be sure to check in with that.

Richards: That sounds cool.

Promontory: All set?

Nilsen: Aye sir. All ready.

Anton nodded.

Lahl: Ready as I’ll ever be to be part of a heist. 0O Timorzin’s surreptitious activities were a lot safer. O0

Promontory: Let’s get onboard and set off!

Anton anxiously cut in front of the rest of the crew

Richards: I’m driving!

((Cockpit, Shuttlecraft Talents))

Anton was not “driving” and he sat staring forward thinking about just how unfair that fact was.

Nilsen: Anton, can ya get me priority one flight clearance from fight ops.

Richards: No.

Anton cleared them anyway of course.

Flights ops: =/\= Talents, flight ops, confirmed clearance. Flight path clear, good hunting =/\=

Nilsen: Lahl, when you’re ready, light her up for me, and I’ll do the rest.

Anton could have done the rest. He could have done it really well, and he probably wasn’t even going to hit the wall of the shuttlebay like on the previous occasions. 

Lahl: Aye sir. ::fingers flying across the console, the engines lit up like a human Christmas tree::

Anton’s spirits raised with each little light. He wasn’t going to stay upset on what might be the only time traveling explosion based mission in his career. 

No. This mission was too important for that.

Promontory: Response

Nilsen: So these pretty things can dodge most long-range scanners, but I also don’t know what advancements they’ve made in 800 years, so, I’m going to fly us fast-ish and low. How close do you want me to get to the compound?

Lahl: Well, we need to be close enough that we’re not hoofing it over miles, but far enough away that security doesn’t find us immediately. Also, how fast is “fast-ish”?

Promontory: Response

Richards: Just keep it steady Nilsen. We can’t be… exploding.

Anton delivered this pouty statement through a full smile and he wasn’t going to be able to keep pouting for long, no matter how hard he tried. 

Nilsen: Oh you bet I’m flying this girl carefully. I’m all for a barrel roll but today…call me grandma Nilsen…then again, my grandma was a daredevil, so maybe not. Course laid in sir.

Lahl: Thank you sir.

Richards: You got it, Grandma!

It seemed as though the last bit of pout had left Anton, and to be honest. Grandma Nilsen was a much better pilot than himself anyways.

Promontory: Response

Nilsen:: Good to see that in 800 years, the consent gravitational pull of a planet’s poles hasn’t changed. We should be hidden now.

Lahl: Why do I feel the only thing doing more heavy lifting than that “should” is Lieutenant Caras…sir?

Richards: Annnd Richards.

Promontory: Response

Lahl: Lieutenant Nilsen, have you thought about not hitting every bit of atmospheric disturbance?

Anton nodded in obvious agreement although the pouting could barely be noticed through the large smile of anticipation.

Promontory/Nilsen: Response

Richards: You’ve gotta be kidding me.

Lahl: No, no, I have no interest in flying myself. I’ll leave that to you.

Richards: Yeah. I guess you are doing okay… grandma.

This was the last one, Anton promised himself.

Promontory: Response

(( Walking Distance to Base, Sbadni Moon))

Nilsen brought them down onto the moon a short distance away from the base. Not needing to wear an EV and constantly worry about oxygen levels were a bonus on an already great sounding mission. 

Lahl: ::looking around at where they landed:: Lieutenant Nilsen…did you intend for us to be at the base of a mountain? ::looking up at the slope between them and their destination::

Anton with hand on chin observed the mountain.

Richards: You mean it’s…

Anton pointed directly forward at the slope.

Promontory/Nilsen: Response

Lahl: No, it’s fine…::whispering to herself:: More climbing training in the holodeck…

Anton decided it would be best to ignore Lahl’s sentiment towards Nilsen as he may have contributed to it in some way and Anton was no longer feeling “pouty”

He thought about making the climb up the slope with all their explosives and he was beginning to regret adding those few “extras” onto the list as they were just going to make the trip more difficult now.

Richards: You guys think there is a way around?

Lahl/Promontory/Nilsen: Response

Richards: Well… At least there's no suits.

Lahl/Promontory/Nilsen: Response

Anton smiled.

Richards: Maybe it’d be easier to transport the supplies. We could wander ahead and find a good location and then just beam the supplies there. 

Lahl/Promontory/Nilsen: Response

Richards: Either way, best that we don’t get spotted just carrying this stuff around. How long before the other teams are in place?

Lahl/Promontory/Nilsen: Response

Tags/TBC

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Lieutenant Anton Richards

Security Officer

USS Octavia E. Butler -  NCC-82850

T239802AR1

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[Lhandon_Nilsen]

I was dying with laughter as I read that.