Solemn News And Bad Timing...

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Solemn News And Bad Timing

 

Personal Log: Angelis,John,A.,Lt.Jg., Pilot /Wingman/lead Pilot Bravo flight.

2 nd. Squadron; 420 th. Light Fighter Group; NCC-3345-G, U.S.S. Reaent

 

Computer Begin Log: Whir,Click,Beep..

Where to begin I find myself asking and looking at the computer and the display on the same. I had just spent the past few days split between assisting in the fighter bays and recording the repair data and progress. I had as well became engaged to Schawnsee and had been in communication with our respective tribal affiliations back on Terra .

 

Schawnsee had just began to become at ease and feeling more comfortable with our upcoming wedding plans . The repairs on the main flight hangar had been an excellent example of some of the fleets finest engineers;not to mention the efforts of most of the ships flight personnel dept.working in close unison with the engineers.

 

Taking an overall survey of the dept. and collecting data for a report to Zafira was actually looking pretty good taking in to account the pummeling we received in our recent encounters. we had sustained massive to the bays,sub and super structure,offices,and deck regions. The crews had literally been working round the clock.

 

The ship had been underway for a short time when I had finished my report to Zafira who had been called to a meeting with the command team. Upon completion of the report and forwarding of it to the command teams computer I went to the pilots longue poured me a tall neat scotch and was reflecting on just how lucky we all had been as well the cost in lives.

 

The count of functioning flight ready status of our fighter contingent was fifteen post repairs and testing. The flight bays were repaired and given a green status for duty. I just knew our flight leader was going to find that to his liking as it should be of good news to the command staff. I had thought Zafira was going to at last be able to take a break for a change; To what extent the break meant I had no way of knowing until post report . I was quickly advised the squadron is deactivated effective immediately.

 

The news was like a blow to the head,a punch in the gut. Instead of the congratulatory response one might expect, the opposite was apparent. I could only sit and stare at the picture of a classic P-51-D I had managed to salvage from the wreckage and rehung on the wall once the area had been repaired. I am now waiting on My boss to join me and the other pilots that have been informed.

 

Pouring another scotch and making a toast to the squadron and the ship and crew I find my thoughts drifting to my little one and our future. I feel there is dreaded news to come in the near future. I can only hope this will not separate us before we are given the way to continue on the ship until either we are back on mission status or the security and flight department can be assigned or transferred to another ship together or maybe;just maybe extended shoreleave until said repairs/refit of the Reaent can be made and all departments called to return and report.

 

I have personally found no better ship and crew to serve with and do not seek transfer or assignment to another ship. I stand with my fellow pilots,and ships crew in the hopes and optimistic expectations in the return of the Reaent to full mission and duty status.

 

I must seek out Schawnsee and find out what she has found out about the situation as it pertains with the security department. I look around and see a crew that appears to be in a state of shock; Akin in appearance to have had their very heart ripped from their collective breast at the news. I look around and see the faces of the various officers and the crews from their departments. I look around and see the looks of despair as the obvious concerns of their individual futures as well as of their ship mates have creeped onto their normally content expressions. I know and see this as I am one of them, And the concerns are valid....Computer End Log...Whirl...Beep.... :D