ILLUMINARRPG: (1 - 0815) Pilot Ensign Vic Montero

[Dieter Gregory]

Mission: Prelude
Day: 1
Stardate: 2446.03.23

(USS Illuminar - Deck 10 Flight Control - Ensign Vic 'Raid' Montero - 0815)

Vic and Bebe were sitting in the FCO's office, shooting the shit and drinking their morning coffee with Lieutenant Rager.

"Yea, I'm planning to take a few days and see my folks," Rager said.  "Been a while since I've been hope to New Orleans.  Need to get me some real coffee and the best Louisiana cooking around," Rager said.

"What about you Montero?" Bebe, his wing woman asked.  "You going home to see your new niece?"

Vic shook his head, "Nah.  I'm happy for my sister and all, but babies are pee, puke and poop factories, not for me," he replied.  "I'm thinking of staying on Mars and heading over to the flight school.  See if Jester or Viper are up to some one-on-one training.  Best way to keep sharp, especially with these new fighters.  Snoopy's right that the neural interface is slick, very slick, but I still like to have the feel of the stick in my hands," he said, not revealing the whole truth.  He was still haunted by the ghosts and events of 2443.09.11. Better here on Mars than on Earth.  He might even have time to see Dr. Kroger.

"Don't you have that feel every night?" Bebe teased.

Rager groaned.  "What about you Sheridan? Any plans?"

"Not sure yet.  There is the wedding, but I don't generally walk in the rarefied air of the senior staff. Might go see my brother in Tokoyo, eat some real sushi, get a real bath," she said.

"Sounds delightful," Rager said, "You stop by New Orleans, hit me up and I'll show you a good time.  Just wear a loose top."

"Copy that.  Never been to New Orleans."

Rager looked around and leaned in close.  Speaking softly, "The new Ensign is asleep in the Pilots Ready Room."

Montero clapped his hands together, "Are you thinking what I am thinking?" he asked her.

"Of course.  Let's do it."

The three headed into the control room, and Rager sat down at the FCO desk.  She pushed some button to restrict the alarm to just the ready room.  "Do you want to do the honors?" she asked.

Montero grinned, "Nah, I want to just watch," he said looking at the video feed from the ready room where Dyson was sleeping.

Rager tapped the button and the Ready Room's lights started flashing red, while the klaxon began sounding, very loud in the small room, [Red Alert, Red Alert. All hands to battle stations]

(Dyson)

(Posted by Tim)



  
  

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