[SRP] Black Sun

[Brnin8r]

Bendak entered the hangar as the pilots were having technical issues, "We gonna get this bird dropping people like Hell's Angels or like stones?" he asked Blade as he whacked the ship, when he came close enough to enact conversation. Inside he admired what they did, people with other skills than maiming rebellions. They seemed so focused on their task, it was always interesting to watch a professional to work on their job. "Morning Razor." he greeted to the other sibling.

[Haylie]

Never one to be outdone, Paladin follows close behind Bendak, giving him a searing look that he can't see, possibly because of the earlier "hot" joke. However, the look is dropped when she sees the twins, and she actuall smiles for once.

"Good morning Mr. and Ms. Christof. Do you need any help?"

More specifically, she's not smiling at the twins, but at the dropship. She's always been a sucker for large, deadly flying things that she could use herself, and she knew most dropships in particular biblically. She thought it best to leave flying it to the specialists, however, as they've had time to get to know this one. But that didn't mean she couldn't help fix it.

[Knight Errant]

Blade lowers his welding mask, taking the torch to a stubborn part of the ship.

Blade: "We arent going anywhere till we loosen this bird up. Sitting in one place has made her stiff as a board."

Bright walks up. "We are on a timetable! You will have that thing ready in two hours tops!"

Blade pauses, lifting his mask and looking to Bright.

Blade: "We arent going anywhere till me and Sarah whip this bird in line. Time table or not, she dosent fly till we are satisfied. If you have a problem with that, go jump out an airlock. Cause thats the only way your getting down any sooner."

Bright begins bellowing at him, but Blade lowers his mask and begins working again, ignoring the blustering Sergeant.

"Morning Bendack!" Razor smiles. "Dont worry about the ship... we will have her in top shape soon enough."

She turns to Paladin. "Well we need people to work the loaders to put some teeth into our girl here." She nods to a rack of missiles. "Also the fuel line needs to be hooked up... but the rest of the stuff is maintenance checks before we fire the engines and start warming her up."

Bright finally gives up on the pilot. "You heard her!"

[Haylie]

Paladin nods as Razor speaks, chin in her hand. "This looks like a farily standard dropship. I suppose I could help with the fuel line. I don't quite have the steady hands for loading."

Those who have been paying attention should see the irony in this statement.

"With your permission, of course."

[Zoey]

Stryker walks into the hanger still chewing on a Rib. "Anyone home?!" he shouted as he looked around for the rest of the team.

[Harri-chan]

Vic wore an expression not unlike Paula's as he admired the dropship, which brought a grin to his face, and he gave the female marine a slap across the back, "I'll take care of the loading, kid". He moved forward, and brushed his hand along the side of the dropship before stopping infront of the missiles, and hefted one up over his shoulder, "You still ain't taken me on that ride you promised", he grinned to Razor as he passed her to load the missile.

[Evra]

chrs stands up tossing the rest of his food before heading towards the dropship already fully armored and both of his weapons equipped he lowers his visor turning on the hud ( go technological helmets xD ) he walks into the dropship looking around seeing them trying to get it back into working condition. Chris sits down pulling out his rifle cleaning it to pass time

[Brnin8r]

Since Bendak knew a little bit about loading artillery he began to work one of the loaders. (sorry for the short post...)

[Knight Errant]

Paladin nods as Razor speaks, chin in her hand. "This looks like a farily standard dropship. I suppose I could help with the fuel line. I don't quite have the steady hands for loading."

Those who have been paying attention should see the irony in this statement.

"With your permission, of course."

Razor: "Go ahead!"

Stryker walks into the hanger still chewing on a Rib. "Anyone home?!" he shouted as he looked around for the rest of the team.

He finds Bright bearing down on him. "Have you lost what little sense you had?! You are not to take food from the mess hall, Marine! Take that back NOW!"

Vic wore an expression not unlike Paula's as he admired the dropship, which brought a grin to his face, and he gave the female marine a slap across the back, "I'll take care of the loading, kid". He moved forward, and brushed his hand along the side of the dropship before stopping infront of the missiles, and hefted one up over his shoulder, "You still ain't taken me on that ride you promised", he grinned to Razor as he passed her to load the missile.

The missile weighs... alot. Which is why there is an exo suit power loader for them.

Since Bendak knew a little bit about loading artillery he began to work one of the loaders. (sorry for the short post...)

Bendack starts working the loader!

[Haylie]

(It's like a Transformer and a forklift had a child and fed it steroids)

Paladin nods, still smiling. "Thank you."

She starts looking around for the pump line and inspecting the ship for the intake hole.

[Knight Errant]

The hose is encased in a metal box built into the floor. The fuel intake port is on the fuselage near the middle.

((You will never find a more badass piece of construction equipment.))

[Harri-chan]

Vic is an idiot, straining his back by lifting one of the huge missiles onto his shoulder. He cries out and topples over, before being dragged away to the sick bay. He'd been so close to playing with some guns too! But it turns out he's going to be out of action for quite some time.

[Zoey]

Stryker rolled his eyes and finished the rib until it was sparkly white. "Well you said, go to hanger and thats what I did" said Stryker, throwing away the rib before walking up Bright. "Just following orders sir"

[Haylie]

Paladin pauses and looks up from the hose when she hears Vic scream. She sighs and facepalms, then goes back to what she was doing, dragging the hose from the small box and hooking it up to the intake hole.

Dusting off her hands, she walks up to Razor and says, "There we go. Anything else need doing?"

[Brnin8r]

Bendak felt a little sorry for Vic as he attempted to show off. As he limped to sick bay, Bendak walked to the pile and began to shift the hydraulic and pneumatic controls to lift the large artillery missiles and loading them into the craft.