A Fowl Flight

Posted on Thu May 4, 2017 @ 7:56pm by Commodore Michael Aravan & Lieutenant Marisa Cheshire

Mission: Avatar
Location: Flight Deck Office
Timeline: MD 10 || 1400 Hours

The clatter of what seemed like a thousand PADDs reverberated around the CAG's office as Marisa's adjutant swept them all into a large polymer box. There still wasn't much in the way of personalisation and furniture to absorb the sound, save for a bomber jacket hung on a coat hook Marisa had mounted to the wall. She winced at the sound of the loud din, staring daggers at the offending officer once he'd collected them all.

"Sorry ma'am." He said apologetically, catching a glimpse of her sour look.

Marisa said nothing as she shifted attention and picked up the next PADD in her to be done pile. It wasn't his fault she was in such a foul mood. There on the laptop was a draft for a formal apology at having to turn down Star Fleet Academy's invitation for a few squadrons to play aggressors at Titan base. Of her insufferable years as an instructor pilot, playing aggressor and shooting down her students whilst maneuvering through a dense asteroid field was as an event that made the ordeal worth while. But, due to the state the Triumphant's fighter wing had to ship out in and the band aid solutions the deck crew had to implement in order to get things organised, the amount of work orders and equipment transfers she had to sign off on to get her department up to spec was staggering, which meant no dog fighting in the rings of Saturn for her.

With a heavy sigh she tossed another PADD on her now empty out tray, starting a new pile before collecting the next, propping her head up with a bored expression.

As she tossed the PADD, there was a beep to accompany the clatter of the PADD going into the pile and the prompt on the PADD she had been working on appeared on the now blank screen.

Marisa caught the noise and looked over at her out box, jerking her head away from her hand with a slight start. The first thought she had was that the PADD had crashed, and despaired slightly at the thought of having to start the work on it over again. With pursed lips she picked up the device and inspected it's screen.

Sure enough, all that was there was the prompt which awaited her to input a command.

"Check memory," She said to the device "Display postscript files loaded during last session." Software wasn't her strongest area but she knew enough to do a basic recovery.

"There are no files for the last session," the computer responded.

With the PADD acting weird as it was, she doubted the ship's opinion on the matter. This time she manually inputed the commands into the prompt for the PADD to run a stability test that should have been stored on the firmware itself.

Once the command was input, the PADD ran the stability and diagnostic and came out with a clean report. So clean that it appeared the PADD had been wiped clean all the way down to the basics. It was as if someone had replaced her PADD with one freshly replicated.

Marisa frowned for a moment, giving the PADD an evil eye, as though she thought the thing was messing with her. With an exasperated sigh she opened up the draw of her desk and tossed the offending piece of technology inside before pulling her notebook towards her.

"Cheshire to Xirad." She said, pressing her combadge. "Chief, that PADD you gave me with the 332 form for that shipment of emitter crystals crashed. Can you bring me another copy please?"

=A=I'm elbows deep into a Yellow Jacket's impulse manifold. How urgently do you need it?=A=

"Not super urgently, though if I don't get it done before the end of tomorrow I can be reprimanded. And you know what they say about shit and hills." She said with a slight smirk a she typed on the keyboard of her terminal. She opened up her calendar app in a note to drop the offending PADD with Operations for diagnostics.

=A=Aye aye ma'am, I'll get it to you once I'm done here.=A=

A short time later, the Captain's voice came over Cheshire's combadge. =^=All senior staff report to the ready room. Aravan out.=^=

With a sigh the pilot closed her terminal and made motions towards the turbolift, grabbing her jacket from the coat hook on her way out.