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Who:- Jay, A flight technician, Landing party.
Where:- Flight Deck
When:- Shortly before mission launch
Jay wasn't particulary happy with his attire. The French Foriegn legion
tended to wear less than flattering uniforms, and all Jay could get hold of
was the desert version, like those seen in the "Beau Peep" cartoons of the
Daily Star back in the late 20th century. It was hot, itchy, and frankly
made him look like a tit.
Still he looked better than Dean, who'd got the wrong end of the stick
completley and was wearing a black and white striped top, a string of garlic
and a beret. He was a few feet ahead of Jay, pushing a bicycle and shouting
"Sacre Bleu!" alot.
The flight deck door's hissed open, and Jay walked onto the hangar bay. From
the corner of his eye he glimpsed a figure. He'd normally not care, except
this figure was near the Phoenix. His eye's moved across to see what the
figure was doing, it was a young woman, from the uniform, one of Callum's
flight technicians. What Jay saw next, nearly made him cry, she had a paint
scraper and was reaching toward Jay's beloved shuttle.
Jay leapt across the flight deck in one herculean bound, and grabbing the
woman by the waist, bowled her to the floor, he sat on top of her, holding
her by the wrists face up on the floor.
"What....the....smeg....are....you....doing..." he said this sentence in one
flat tone, except for the "doing" which could have been the voice of Lucifer
himself. And Jay would know, he's met him.
"Oof.." replied the Technician, who Jay had identified from her ID tag as a
"Katrina Salter" she was a petite woman, who Jay probably shouldn't have
wrestled to the ground, but meh, he'd done worse, crashed the Blue Dwarf
("Landed" if anyone asked), been a pirate and blown up several planets.
"SIR! she continued I was ordered to scrape of the paint of every shuttle in
Hangar Bay 4!" she replied "And repaint them to French Foreign Legion
colours!"
"NOT THE PHOENIX!!" Jay screeched, he was actually foaming at the mouth at
this point "NEVER TOUCH THE PHOENIX!!!!"
He looked up at the dorsal hull of the Phoenix, there was a slight tiny bit
of grit on the paintwork that would be easily dusted off, that had rubbed
off from Katrina's overalls.
"MY PAINT JOB!!" Panicked Jay my beuatiful Paintjob!!!..Oh my poor baby,
what's she done to you!"
"Look..I don't know who you are, but I had my orders! Now, I dont intend on
breaking them!"
"Who gave that order?"
"The Deputy cheif of engineering, who was ordered himself by Chief
Navigation Officer Jay Chrysler"
"Who do you think is pinning you down as we speak?!"
"Some loon...kinda kinky though doncha think?"
Jay got off the girl and helped her up. It was an honest mistake, a
breakdown in communication. He knew engineering wouldn't have ordered the
(in Jay's eyes) the destruction of the Phoenix, but must have also neglected
to mention, not to.
Besides, this chick was hot.
Jay held out his hand "Jay Chrysler, the Phoenix is my ship, she's kinda all
I have really these days..."
Katrina reciprocrated "Katrina Salter."
"Look" said Jay "I gotta run, heroism awaits"
"Catch ya later freak..."
Jay dashed off to the nearby Starbug that he'd be leading the fleet down to
New France in.
"Smooth" said Dean.
"Ah go eat a snail...."
<tag, lets get to the planet people>