01-19-2011, 08:14 AM
USS Braveheart
Jack's Quarters
1335 hours
Jack had run back to his quarters as he had forgotten his PADD containing his orders to show the CAG when he met her. He was going to be filling to roles on the ship but was glad to meet her first as he loved flying fighters above all things.
=^=Commander Targus to all Starfighter Pilots. report to your craft. I repeat Report to your craft. Targus out.=^=
Great, I don't even know which craft is mine yet, Jack thought to him self as he threw his duty uniform to the deck and jumping into his flight suit while hopping to the door. I'm sure the CO won't mind if i go for a flight....after all he isn't even here yet Jack laughed to himself as the thought entered his head. Jack then sprinted to the flight deck as fast as his legs and the turbo lift could take him. With his flight gloves stored in a thigh pocket, pulse phaser pistol in a holster on his hip, and helmet held in his hand he entered the hanger bay, and walked briskly to Cmdr Targus with a lopsided grin.
"Lieutenant Junior Grade Jack Whillis reporting for duty...and as ordered mam." Jack said snapping off a quick and not exactly perfect little salute. "What's going on that needs the ships fighters while in dock?" He was curious as the ship was not going to battlestations, so a call like that was uncommon.
Tag: Wiseman
Jack's Quarters
1335 hours
Jack had run back to his quarters as he had forgotten his PADD containing his orders to show the CAG when he met her. He was going to be filling to roles on the ship but was glad to meet her first as he loved flying fighters above all things.
=^=Commander Targus to all Starfighter Pilots. report to your craft. I repeat Report to your craft. Targus out.=^=
Great, I don't even know which craft is mine yet, Jack thought to him self as he threw his duty uniform to the deck and jumping into his flight suit while hopping to the door. I'm sure the CO won't mind if i go for a flight....after all he isn't even here yet Jack laughed to himself as the thought entered his head. Jack then sprinted to the flight deck as fast as his legs and the turbo lift could take him. With his flight gloves stored in a thigh pocket, pulse phaser pistol in a holster on his hip, and helmet held in his hand he entered the hanger bay, and walked briskly to Cmdr Targus with a lopsided grin.
"Lieutenant Junior Grade Jack Whillis reporting for duty...and as ordered mam." Jack said snapping off a quick and not exactly perfect little salute. "What's going on that needs the ships fighters while in dock?" He was curious as the ship was not going to battlestations, so a call like that was uncommon.
Tag: Wiseman