6 hours ago
Hallowette continued to run combat simulations as the Captain listened to her options and then addressed Mara, but to be honest, Hally wasn't really listening to the exchange. She was laser focused on making sure that the impending ship combat went as smoothly and safely for the Artemis as it could.
So when it came time for her name to be called she was ready. Ready to do her job. Ready to show she deserved to fly the big ship, to shoot the big ships guns, to protect her crew, to see her orders done.
Ready for ANYTHING.
Anything except what actually came next.
"Midshipman, I want you piloting the insertion shuttle for the Chief..."
Hallowette blinked blankly as her mind tried to process the order. Still stuck firmly in Artemis pew pew mode, she struggled to wrap her head around the fact that not only was she being relieved when the shooting was about to start, but that she was being placed on the insertion team - flying the assault team down to the facility and then ensuring they had a way out.
Oh fuuuu... she thought to herself.
It wasn't that she couldn't do it - in fact, she was quite proficient in it. As a member of the Academy Flight Demonstration Team, she had been given advanced training on shuttle insertions and close air support tactics. She had even really enjoyed it. Flying a shuttle into combat was hot-shit-stud-stuff, and it was a heck of a lot of fun - but invariably it was what came after that gave her pause.
Many times- too many times - her insertion had turned into "Ok Darl, once you touch down, you're on the combat team. Try not to get killed!"
Hallowette was many things, but a close combatant she was not. She could shoot, her father made sure of that, but her physiology was less than ideal for the task. Athletic for her size and build, she was also fairly weak. She bruised easily. She was prone to injury. Pain she could handle, it was the fervor that mixed her up. For whatever reason she could thread a shuttle or starship through the eye needle of a targ's nose ring while guiding a precision quantum torpedo down a tube the size of a thromp rat, but once out of the chair, she just lost the plot. It all unraveled, and despite her father and mother both being accomplished war heroes in their own right, Hally just wasn't made of the same stuff.
"Uhm, yes....yes sir..." she said, her eyes darting from Aeryn and Mara and back. "Sorry sir, I...I was distracted with the Artemis' tactical calculations..." she said, trying to cover her discomfort with the truth, "I'll start getting the shuttle prepped as soon as I am relieved."
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So when it came time for her name to be called she was ready. Ready to do her job. Ready to show she deserved to fly the big ship, to shoot the big ships guns, to protect her crew, to see her orders done.
Ready for ANYTHING.
Anything except what actually came next.
"Midshipman, I want you piloting the insertion shuttle for the Chief..."
Hallowette blinked blankly as her mind tried to process the order. Still stuck firmly in Artemis pew pew mode, she struggled to wrap her head around the fact that not only was she being relieved when the shooting was about to start, but that she was being placed on the insertion team - flying the assault team down to the facility and then ensuring they had a way out.
Oh fuuuu... she thought to herself.
It wasn't that she couldn't do it - in fact, she was quite proficient in it. As a member of the Academy Flight Demonstration Team, she had been given advanced training on shuttle insertions and close air support tactics. She had even really enjoyed it. Flying a shuttle into combat was hot-shit-stud-stuff, and it was a heck of a lot of fun - but invariably it was what came after that gave her pause.
Many times- too many times - her insertion had turned into "Ok Darl, once you touch down, you're on the combat team. Try not to get killed!"
Hallowette was many things, but a close combatant she was not. She could shoot, her father made sure of that, but her physiology was less than ideal for the task. Athletic for her size and build, she was also fairly weak. She bruised easily. She was prone to injury. Pain she could handle, it was the fervor that mixed her up. For whatever reason she could thread a shuttle or starship through the eye needle of a targ's nose ring while guiding a precision quantum torpedo down a tube the size of a thromp rat, but once out of the chair, she just lost the plot. It all unraveled, and despite her father and mother both being accomplished war heroes in their own right, Hally just wasn't made of the same stuff.
"Uhm, yes....yes sir..." she said, her eyes darting from Aeryn and Mara and back. "Sorry sir, I...I was distracted with the Artemis' tactical calculations..." she said, trying to cover her discomfort with the truth, "I'll start getting the shuttle prepped as soon as I am relieved."
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