Legacy

Posted on 06 Jul 2021 @ 5:11pm by Ensign Kendra Kyle & Lieutenant Commander Gemma Alexander

677 words; about a 3 minute read

Mission: Extinction
Location: Squadron Commander's Office
Timeline: Mission Day 15 at 1330

Kendra had landed and her fighter being attended to by the flight deck crew her personal gear tossed in a pile near where she was told to park it. The fighter was crammed with her gear and she was glad to be on the ground and her legs stretching despite the very short flight between the two ships while they were at station keeping.

She adjusted her hair putting it up in a bun with the ponytail holder she kept around her wrist while in flight. Her helmet prevented her preferred work hairstyle. She nodded at some of her fellow pilots as she made her way from the flight deck, through the command center, and to the door of the Squadron Commander's Office. She gently brushed the chime button with her finger and took a breath before being admitted.

Gemma glanced up from the virtual meeting on the console that just ended, "Enter."

She marched into the room and came to attention before the commander's desk, "Ensign Kendra Kyle, reporting as order, sir."

Alexander nodded, "Have a seat." She gestured to a chair on the other side of her desk as she called up Ensign Kyle's record. Confirming the arrival of one new pilot.

"Thank you," she said, moving to the offered chair and taking a seat. "I look forward to serving as part of the wing."

"Glad to have you." She replied, "I like to give a mini debrief and answer questions with all new personnel and as this can take a few would you like anything refreshment wise?" She offered politely

"I'm fine thank you ma'am," Kendra said. "What is happening mission-wise? I have no intel on that at all."

"I'll send the whole set of instructions and known information to your personal console but essentially we're on pirate hunting duty. We've got areas we patrol and as methods shift so will our focus as a squadron. They've been operating here awhile and are pretty well established, one hope is their arrogance will cause a slip up and we'll catch a break." Gemma summarized.

"Sounds good ma'am," she said, nodding, "I mean sending it to me. Obviously, pirates are a problem... and I agree with the arrogance problem. Learned that in flight school there is a fine line between being legitimately cocky and then dangerously so."

Gemma smiled, "True enough. I think when you stop learning is where the arrogance creeps in and to be honest if pirates were big on self-improvement I doubt they'd be pirates." She replied. She called up Legacy's service record, though she had read it to keep it fresh in her mind, "Persistence in overcoming challenges is much more useful than arrogance anyway and it looks like you've had some loops of your own."

"From when the arrogance creeps in," Kendra said, with a shrug.

"You almost washed out but fought your way back in. Admirable. No problems since." Gemma replied continuing her scan of her record before turning her eyes to their newest pilot, "Anything I should know?" The tone was politely sincere.

"Nope, that about sums it up," Kendra responded. "I know I'm lucky to be here ma'am, and I intend on proving I deserve to be."

Gemma nodded, "I judge people on what I see them do. Or as my Gran would say, proof is in the pudding." She grinned, "So up to you how this goes. My door is always open." Then she remembered, "Oh you'll find a document in your personal console inbox, an orientation packet if you haven't gotten notification yet. I especially encourage reading the parts labeled 'schedule' and 'When stuff goes wrong because it will' first. We do have a section entitled 'Things I am not allowed to do or bring on board' it is not a check off list but all fairly standard items." She joked. "You'll be assigned to Bravo Flight, command of 3rd wing with Galahad and Toepick as your wingmen. Any questions so far?"

"Toe pick?" Kendra giggled. "None ma'am," she said, standing to attention before being dismissed.

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