Hawkeye Island

Task Force 86

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A Museum

Posted on Sat Apr 25th, 2020 @ 12:17am by Lieutenant Michael Bradshaw
Edited on on Sun May 3rd, 2020 @ 11:41pm

Mission: Mission One: A New Beginning...(Backstory)
Location: Hawkeye Island - Air Group Hangar
Timeline: Backstory

Thump, thump, thump, thump…

The rhythm of the running footsteps echoed on the outskirts of a busy hangar. The way forward was dirty, old, well worn with use, and now full of people. Rachel Moore; an athletic, short blonde haired woman in her early twenties, and a fighter pilot, rounded an outdated unoperational Starfighter and jogged past a handful of crewmen coming the other way and then bore down on a knot of mechanics gathered ahead.

She was already breathing hard, but that didn’t stop her from yelling, “Make a hole!”

That produced some startled looks from the mechanics and they hastily backed out of the way and made a hole. Rachel plunged through their midst and never looked back, though she shuddered a little at one of their voices, “We need to get all these ships logged and figure out if they can be salvaged,” he began to say, “We don't know when or if new ships are going to get here so…”

"Fuck," Rachel thought as she left the grease monkeys behind. "This whole base is a fucking museum…"

Such thoughts were very much in Lieutenant Michael Hunters mind as stepped into the hangar. It was starting to don on him why he'd been given this assignment in the first place.

Nobody else wanted it.

He should have known, he wasn't even given the honor of a promotion with the assignment. He clenched his fists and breathed out heavily as he gazed across the hangar bay. It was filled with a couple dozen or so ships, each one dusty and falling apart. The building itself seemed as if it was on the verge of collapse.

A voice from behind him interrupted. “Lieutenant I have the information you requested!” It was his assistant, Petty Officer Alexandra Jones.

He glanced back as she caught up with him. "May as well just get the bad news over with then."

"Sir," she began to say as she lifted a PADD and began reading from it. "The Air Group as it stands now, consists of nine operational ships. Two of which are support and transport shuttles. Of the seven remaining star fighter ships, only four are considered space worthy, though, if this information is correct they haven't actually been given a proper diagnostic in over a year, so that may not be accurate..." She let her voice fall off as she looked up at the bases new CAG.

Hunter gritted his teeth and then nodded. He turned and kept walking, wondering if he was being set up to fail.

“Morning, sir!” called an unfamiliar voice.

He turned to see Rachel running towards him and glanced at Jones who answered his look, "She's one of the fighter pilots that just arrived Sir."

Turning back he replied, "Morning Pilot, you ready to kick the tires and light the fires?"

“Born ready Sir,” she answered, keeping pace beside him.

“Line em up,” Hunter said back, completing the starfighter ritual exchange that all pilots knew.

Rachel grinned and pointed a finger at him. “Boom boom boom,” she said, and accelerated ahead to finish her morning jog.

Hunter watched her with a smile as she disappeared around the bend. "Well at least we have pilots." He said glancing towards his assistant who swallowed hard as they both continued on their way.

Several minutes later they found their way to the Air Group Command Center, a large, dimly lit room filled with consoles and overhead monitors, work counters and when fully staffed not enough seats to go around. During normal operations, there could easily be ten or fifteen people moving about here; today, there were less than a handful; and they were all wearing the familiar uniform of a starfleet engineer.

Hunter stepped his way to the center of the room where the "Pool Table" sat. When operational, this would provide a holographic display of the island and the planet allowing them to monitor the status of all his pilots while on mission. It was however not functioning at the moment as Hunter quickly found out when he tried to access the screen.

"Sorry sir." a young technician said from underneath the table. "It's down for maintenance at the moment, but we should have it working in a day or two..." his voice trailed off not very reassuringly.

"Yeah." the CAG nodded and turned towards Alex, "Alright, I've seen enough, I think it's time we paid a visit to the General.


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