| Cat Tech in the Linguals |
| Arc: | None |
| Summary: | Seelig and Jamie discuss the Kilrathi Hardware now onboard. |
| Date: | 2659.258 |
| Related Logs: | None |
| Participants: | Seelig Silence |
Up in Vulture's Row, Jamie clutches a basketball that he got from somewhere, occasionally dribbling it on the floor while peering out the thick window that overlooks the landing deck at the bow of the ship with a frown on his face as Kilrathi fighters make regular landings the evening after the big fight. "This is not how I imagined us fillin' out the combat losses," he mumbles under his breath.
"FAQING HELL! 'OW'RE WE S'POSED TO SORT THEIR HEADS FROM DEIR AFTS" a portly technician yells while watching the grikaths landing on deck.
"DOUBLE THE PARTS FOUR TIMES THE HEADACHES I TELLYA!" Seelig waddles to the deck and sees rapier 10 is still clean. He smirks… "At least one of the stick beaters knows how to come back in one piece." he says ad continues his rounds.
Turning to face Seelig when the technician shows his face, Jamie offers him a wry grin. Bouncing the basketball another couple of times, he then tosses it straight at Seelig, calling, "Think quick!" He doesn't throw it TOO fast, though.
The mention of Jamie’s own Rapier gets a sheepish grin crossing his face. "Oh, yeah. I was super, super lucky out there. Had some great pilots watchin' my back."
Seelig d20: 18
Seelig catches the ball and hooks it back. Surprised with his own prowess. He sizes up Jamie. "You're still kickin'? not tea bag… I fingered you'd be AWOL at some point. Guess you're one of the good ones. Got some stickin' power to ya."
"No offense sir, ISS'es don't typically make da cut and end up either as custodials or in boxes. Keep harvesting your luck, it's what keeps us alive." Seelig continues.
"No no no! Jalthi in the back, rapiers on point, you can't defend with the cat ships!" Seelig yells at tech who just showed him a new layout proposal.
Jamie lets out a cheer of encouragement when Seelig catches it like that. He catches the ball when it comes back, and once again bounces it. This is probably the closest he ever gets to actually playing ball, considering his height. "Look, I know. I didn't sign up for Confed, an' I got this sneakin' feeling that… they just needed an ass in an ejection seat. But I ain't plannin' on dying any time soon, and so far, I'm takin' out my share of those cats, you know?"
Then, Jamie peers out as a couple of Sartha come to land on the Majestic's deck, lips curling in a nasty frown. "I feel like this ship's getting polluted right now, don't you? Even worse than when an ISS pilot landed on it. Heh."
"Kilrathi tech is a pain in the cunning linguals. The electrocity is flat out incompatble with confed equipment, I have to use hall effect sensors just to get readings… their insistance of constant current confusers just boggles the mind. I didn't think you pilots minded this ‘kreek` stuffing if you would pardon my firekkan." Seelig replies. "Also, we had to set up a separate network just to input the nav data. don’t want a phone home. But at least the guns will be pointing in the right direction for a change."
"So… what's keeping you up here? I doubt yer looking for a song and dance from yours truly." Seelig adds.
Jamie sighs. "Yeah," he replies, glancing back out toward the big window. "I gotta believe they have slaves develop half their tech for them. Then, they reverse engineer the rest of it from us, as best they can with those giant stupid paws of theirs." He drops the ball, then kicks it into a corner before leaning up against the wall, folding his arms over his chest.
"It's nice to talk to someone who ain't a pilot, I can tell you that," Jamie replies. "Back in Troy, we slummed it with the enlisted crew all the time. I can't stand havin' to button up my uniform here."
"Back in Jolson, Slumming it had a different meaning kiddo. I'm gonna work on this steel let go, looks like it's a missile magnet. And you looks like you can fit in places I can't… can you help me replace the wiring for the control system?" Seelig grabs a spool of multistranded IEC cables and points to Gambits bird.
Seelig hands the spool of wire to Jamie.
Reaching over to accept it, the young pilot peers down at the wire, then at Seelig. "What's this for? Did I break something?" Jamie asks.
"Nah kid, need an extra hand to re-connect the control system on this stiletto. The fcs looks fine, but you see this gaping hole here? that slag was the connection to the thruster." Seelig grabs a ballpeen hammer and whacks the durasteel which shatters under his action. "Armor's fubar too. Later problem."