Unexpected Pickett
An Unexpected Pickett
Arc: None
Summary: A damaged Sartha crash lands on the Majestic and out pops, Col. Pickett.
Date: 2659.257
Related Logs: None
Participants: Seelig Phillip Singh Cyric Azran Silence

Scene 2659.257 - 2100 hours

The Flight Deck only partially busy at the present. A pair of Rapiers landing from a recent patrol set down. Sounds of machinery and tow carts can be heard. Distant reverberations are audible from the launch of two more fighters into the black from the starboard launch tubes.

2nd Lt. Bradford is checking out his bird in the starboard repair bay. "Nearly patched up" Iceblade mumbles himself as he checks it over. He chuckles to himself, "Just like his pilot". Chest muscles still sore from the injury, but at least he can fly again.

"FAQqing Sheet! how did he git hit dere?!?" An angry cry can be heard in the background.

"Main sensors, check…." Jamie mentions to his chief tech. He's been given the night off of patrols and is killing a little time catching up on the Rapier's internals. Not to mention, enjoying a little special time up on the medium fighter's ladder. As he paints his seventh kill mark underneath his name near the cockpit's window, he peeks over at Iceblade in the next hangar over.

Seelig sees the deck abuzz with pilots and decides… now's a good time to take a break. He's not nearly flexible enough to fit into the manifold to weld the armor patches. "I'm going on raptor repair duty. Samira, you got dis?"

The deckhand nods and easily fits her arm into the manifold, spot welding the panel in place before arc welding the panels.

Seelig waddles to the raptors and picks up a ledger.

The Flight Deck Alarm goes off.

«Alert! All personnel in the Flight Deck, be prepared for a combat landing of a Sartha Fighter. » Murphy pauses before she reiterates. «Repeat, be prepared for a crash landing of Sartha Fighter - pilot human.»

Iceblade looks up and heads just barely out into the flight deck area. "It cannot be Cole. There is no way." Iceblade tries to not to get up his hopes.

Azran fast walks into the observation deck, nearly matching a Human sprint in the process, and looking out into the great beyond just down the flight lane, "A Sartha?"

Jamie sits bolt upright in his bunk as soon as the alarm goes off. He's started getting twitchy when he sleeps. Roused from his sleep, he heads down to the operations gallery where Azran is at, and spots Ice in the hangar area. "Hey," he greets, rubbing his eyes with a palm. "What'd you say?"

Off in the distance, neutron and laser fire is clearly visible. Apparently, Rapiers on CAP are busy shooting at something. Bolting towards the flight deck is a small fighter - mixture of tan and silver.

When he figures out that there's a firefight happening in actual visible range of the carrier, Jamie double checks to make sure the Minutemen haven't been ordered to launch. Though they clearly haven't, it gets him fidgety and he starts pacing. It's hard to not want to join in.

Azran watches the light show in the distance with a dissatisfied grumbling, clearly echoing Jaime's itch for battle.

Multiple emergency personnel are busy preparing the flight deck for an emergency landing. Iceblade looks on intently.

A pair of explosions are seen in the distance.

The Sartha becomes more apparent. The armor is clearly a mixture of different colors and metals. And the poor little fighter looks trashed.

Jamie glances up and over toward Azran. "Hey, you think they're gonna need any help down there?" Both of them know that the answer is almost certainly no; with a ship incoming like that, there's bound to be both marines and medics waiting to meet it. But Jamie just wants to get a close look.

Azran begrudgingly glances from the oncoming Sartha and over to Jaime, "….The Sartha is likely to detonate once it crashes…Leave it to the emergency crews to handle, we would only be in the way." And then he quickly returns his gaze to the Sartha.

Jamie cringes at the implication, then glances back through the thick windows, toward the Sartha. "I hope whoever's flying that thing knows what the hell they're doin'…"

Karen inhales sharply while lacing up her boots. "Come on Jules… you can do this…" She runs to the flight deck ready for assignment. (not necessary)

The Sartha fighter lands with surprising grace for the crippled state that it is in. Emergency crews immediately rush to the craft to get the pilot out and keep the craft from burning or exploding.

Karen looks to the left, and to the right … nobody … she exhales a huge sigh of relief

The pilot exits the craft uninjured. Confusion is clear on the faces of the techs.

Karen takes the lift up to vulture’s row seeing her comrades. "I understood we were supposed to launch, must have gotten a mixed signal. You two on the same boat?"

With the fighter powering down, the craft creeks and cringing and moans, pieces being falling off. The craft is actually shuttering.

Azran looks down on the surprisingly not-dead pilot, before turning to the arriving Karen, "…A Terran pilot has crashed a Sartha into the flight deck."

"Woah woah, wait… is that… a sartha?" Karen grimaces in confusion. "What's going on here?"

Like a scene out of Blues Brothers, the little Sartha lasted just long enough for its mission before collapsing into mound of metal and electronics.

Jamie covers his ears as the loud bangs of the Sartha slams into the Majestic's landing deck and virtually skids forward into the hangar. It's loud even in the Row. "Azran just said pretty much what we both know. I was sleepin' when the alarm went off. Thought it was a scramble at first."

Iceblade - near the repair hangar on the same level as the recovery deck - is surprised by the site of the pilot who just took off his helmet. "Pickett!?!" iceblade exclaims under his breath.

"Ok… humans in Sartha… I guess if you can fit in a rapier, that can work… " Karen points at the pilot.

Jamie glances curiously over at Iceblade, clearly unfamiliar with the names of pilots who weren't aboard when he arrived on the Majestic.

Karen puts herself very much at ease… and is now sitting watching the situation through the fench. She has taken out some candied strawberries she stashed in her leg pocket and is snacking on some.

Karen holds it up to Jamie.

Cyric comes onto the flight deck wondering what a human pilot would be doing inside a Kilrathi Sartha. He sees the gang already there and moves to join them.

Iceblade heads over the pilot. He stops and gives a sharp salute at the Lt. Colonel. Though the lieutenant Bradford was not on-board at the time that Pickett was; he had served him in a sense within the past year - off ship.

"What's going on here?" Cyric asks the rest of them as he watches Iceblade moves toward the man descending from the Sartha.

Jamie plucks one of the strawberries up from Julianna's hand. "Oh, thanks," he murmurs, peering down onto the recovery deck as Ice heads that way.

Azran turns to the arriving former-Lord-of-Murder, "A Terran pilot has crashed a Sartha into the flight deck… It seems as though he is known to the crew." He says with a gesture down to where Iceblade is saluting the arriving party.

Karen turns the bag absentmindedly to Azran, eyes fixed on Iceblade and Archangel

Cyric grunts thoughtfully as he watches the situation. "Must be someone important for Iceblade to salute him on sight. Let's find out who this is and what is going on here."

Cyric moves toward the craft and the two pilots. "Coming, guys?"

Azran grunts acknowledgingly to Cyric's suggestion and turns to lead the way down.

Karen was comfortable in the nosebleeds, but follows suit, hiding the candy after taking a last one.

"Coming," Jamie replies, patting Julianna on one of her shoulders to encourage her to follow along with the group of pilots.