CROSSFIRE - Atlantis DSV - New Cape Quest
CROSSFIRE - Atlantis DSV - New Cape Quest
CROSSFIRE - Atlantis DSV - New Cape Quest
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“Not exactly what you‟d call fleet-standard, is she?” Mackenzie teased, turning on his<br />
heel and falling in to step beside her. Roderick cocked her head as she looked up at the<br />
craft, running a bare hand across its smooth, unmarked flanks in practical envy. It was cold<br />
to the touch, but there was something about the material that was entirely unfamiliar –<br />
feeling more like plastic than metal.<br />
“Not exactly a Raptor, you mean,” she replied finally, pausing at the gaping maw of<br />
the fighter‟s starboard intake.<br />
Mackenzie smiled. “Oh she is. Just not the one you know. SF-41/A, Raptor-III.”<br />
Roderick turned in puzzlement. “I thought the fleet wasn‟t going ahead with the<br />
design contract?”<br />
“They aren‟t,” Mackenzie confirmed. “And there have been a few changes since then,<br />
too. Completely stripped out the glass cockpit, improved the combat sensors and up-rated<br />
the engines. Outer hull is even the latest generation of composite stealth tech.”<br />
“...Which would be why we couldn‟t see you,” Roderick muttered.<br />
“They aren‟t specification even by the original tender standards.”<br />
“How many do you have?”<br />
“Nineteen, including ours, and more coming... Although it‟s taking longer than we‟d<br />
like with the design changes. Integration issues are still teething.”<br />
Roderick frowned. “Integration with what?”<br />
They turned as a spray of sea water erupted from the moonpool and covered them<br />
both in a shroud of mist. The launch heaved and surged as it settled on the surface, the<br />
whine of the hydraulic lift below audible as it lifted the shuttle to the deck.<br />
A pair of officers entered the hangar a few moments late as a tractor lashed a tow bar<br />
to the shuttle‟s undercarriage and started to haul it clear. Lieutenant Commander Davis<br />
Akara looked shockingly tired, thought Roderick as he approached, although the second of<br />
the pair she knew only by reputation. Commander John Razak had taken up the post of first<br />
officer well after she‟d transferred to the <strong>Atlantis</strong> and they‟d never personally met in the time<br />
since.<br />
The two officers seemed to notice the fighter pilots and headed for the flight line,<br />
muttering something to each other that was lost amidst the hectic milling of ground staff<br />
around the hangar. They needed to stop three times to let red-jacketed enlisted men hurry<br />
past wheeling trolleys laden with torpedo and cannon munitions. Roderick knew the drill well<br />
– rank meant nothing on a military flight deck. The only thing that truly mattered was the<br />
colour of your uniform. It came with some surprise, however, that the ground staff on the<br />
Aquarius still tended to those duties with purpose and discipline – even having been almost<br />
completely bereft of any subcraft to service for much of the prior six months. Looking around,<br />
it was painfully clear that the Ghosts remained the only full-strength combat unit left on the<br />
ship. The few units that remained of other squadrons littered the hangar in various stages<br />
and degrees of dismantlement or maintenance.<br />
For a quiet, entirely somber moment, Roderick wondered if those fighters even had<br />
any crew left.<br />
Akara smiled broadly as he saw Roderick, Razak maintaining a degree of<br />
pensiveness that the captain found hard to measure. “Job well done, Wing Commander,”<br />
Razak said flatly, looking directly at Mackenzie as if Roderick were not even there.<br />
The Wing Commander shrugged. “No job to speak of, John. Very uneventful.”<br />
Razak cracked a wry smile. “We like uneventful.”<br />
“It‟s been a long time, Captain,” Akara noted, nodding at Roderick‟s oaks and<br />
tridents. She smiled. “How have you been, Davis?”<br />
“Laying low, as always. We owe you one for what you did today. Thanks.”<br />
Roderick nudged Mackenzie gently with an elbow. “What he said. Just doing our<br />
jobs. We‟re on the same side.”<br />
Razak looked uneasy as he looked Roderick up and down. She was shorter than he<br />
expected – barely above five foot – but still every inch the alluring firebrand she was<br />
reckoned as. Despite himself, he smirked, and offered his hand. “Glad to know it,” he said.<br />
“Commander John Razak, XO.”<br />
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