The Blind Phoenix, [75th] or .:j:.

[Hidamari]

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The Maltesian 75th -"Mosquito"- squadron have taken their flagship with the permission of the junkers congress, to the hidden system of Puerto Rico to undergo an extensive refit operation on the ships scanner, radar and sensory equipment.
As the closest and largest available dry dock to them, Claes hopes the junkers will be able to provide a good bargain on scanner equipment, otherwise it would be too dangerous to operate the vessel in hostile space and would need to return home to Malta.

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Claes curtesy to the Junkers on screen and the communications operator terminated the communication. Turning to Henrique, he stood upright to attention. "Summon the crew to the hangar, there are rules that need to be made perfectly clear before they tarnish our reputation with any antics."
Henrique looked a little uncertain. "All the crew? commandante?"
*Claes nodded* "All the crew.. Capitano" she said before making for the stairs and leaving the bridge.

*The bridge crew looked around, they were marginally excited, and were perhaps some of the only enlisted crew whom didnt feel deep contempt for the flight crew or the commandante*
"So we get some days holiday finally?" *the weapons operations controller asked turning around in his seat, the Helm operations controller turned around with a sigh* "well, thats to be decided by the commandante" he said stretching. The communications officer took off her headphones and began to organise her subordinates, themselves also taking their headphones off and turning in to face the captain. "I wonder what the commandante will say" she said curiously.

"would they even pay attention to her?" Henrique mumbled, just low enough none of the others could hear him. "Well Amico's theres only one way to find out, head to the Hangar" he instructed.
The men and women present rose to their feet and made for the stairs down off the bridge. Henrique rubbed his forehead and looked up to the cieling, "three.. two.. one.." he said making a gesture as if expecting something to happen, at which point it immediately did right on que. lights on the ship pulsed Amber suddenly ::Attention, amber shift commencing in two minutes, blue shift will terminate at that time.. blue shift will end in two minutes:: Fenice said across the ship wide speakers.

Henrique grinned, proud that he knew almost exactly when the shift changes happened, he then cursed at how sad he was to know that information before it happens without a watch, looking back up he regarded the computer, "Fenice, change of plan, summon all crew of both blue and amber shifts to the hangar including marines personell, commandantes orders", ::Right now? Capitano?:: Fenice asked from above, "Right now" Henrique confirmed before he too made for the stairs and descended, leaving the bridge.

Claes stood in her room, regarding the babies crib with a careful sigh, she leaned into the cot -her baby looking up to her, excited to see her mother again it seemed. Picking up the baby Claes settled her in a comfortable position and made her way to the hangar. Just as she left her quarters the lights blinked orange in bursts of two for a few seconds before Fenice spoke above her, the baby looking around and unfortunately dribbling all over Claes jacket.
::Attention, all personell are to report to the hangar for briefing immediately, Attention, all personell are to report to the hangar immediately:: Fenice announced.

Claes continued to walk towards the hangar holding her baby supportively, personell moving out of the way for her and saluting before they too began to simply follow her steps, since she was leading them in the right direction anyway.

Descending down the long stairwell and out of the door at the bottom into the hangar bay, Several scimitars being worked on by the deck crew were left open, panels missing and weapons held above, dismounted by cranes and cables.

Moving past the repair work being conducted, Claes walked to the parade square between the large shielded hangar doors, outside revealing a drydock containing several dozen junker vessels, the crew that had asembled already were whispering to one another about where they were and what they were doing here. Outside the ship a mooring arm and walkway connected to the ship jolting it slightly, a loud metalic thud being heard in the hangar.

A large quantity of personel began to file into the ship hangar, and Claes stood at the top end in the middle of the two open doorways to space, Behind her a Dromedary with the markings MSV-Espectro sat in the only space such a large ship could fit. Henrique and the others also entered the ship hangar. As per usual the crew formed 3 separate formations. Enlisted crew, fight crew, and marine security. Each square slowly filled until they were ready to be addressed.

Henrique called out from the front, next to him Hanna stood to attention, "Salute!!" He ordered, everyone present stood to attention in unison and saluted.
Claes baby screamed playfully causing a few laughs to murmer around the room, "At ease!.." Claes shouted, all the personell relaxed and stood legs apart. Henrique moved over to Claes and gave her a small ear piece which she fitted to herself, her voice then amplified through the hangar PA system.

"Amicos, Amicas.. We have arived safely in Puerto Rico under the guidance of the Liberty Junkers head arbiter [name]. as such General crew activities and day to day operations of the Fenice D'Oro will be suspended temporarily-" *An excited stir went around the room* "-this does not apply to the flight crew or myself, whos dutys will continue as normal, security personell and flight deck crew-" *A groan from the Marines drew some smiles from several enlisted crew, a seemingly louder groan came from the deck crew* "- you will be compensated appropriately at a later date, but security needs to remain air tight, and our ships need to remain ready to move at a moments notice, these dutys can not be overlooked.." Claes stated lifting the baby a little as she began to play with her face.

"Now... we have been permitted to leave the ship and enjoy the facilities on the station during the stay here.-" *another louder stir spread around the crew section* "-However!" *Claes shouted getting their attention again* "Any mishaps, on board this station, or to junker officials of any rank will result in immediate reactivation of your suspended roles, and the introduction of 24 hour shift rotations..." she said coldly "I will punish you all for the actions of the few, and a gruelling punishment it will be.. do you understand?"

"Si! commandante!" the room roared.

Claes' baby began to cry loudly after a few stunned seconds at the sudden shouting around her. she managed to hush her down quickly, "Shift rotations will be maintained! any crewman found off this ship outside their shift duty will be cleaning the ship, from the outside..." *there was total silence on that count, making clear everyone was listening.* "Oh.. and... The bar tabs on Johnny Rico, dismissed!" She shouted and was met with roaring celebration as the noise increased from silence to a dull roar as the crew began to cheer and celebrate.

Hanna stood next to Henrique and stretched "Aah, time off..its been a while", Henrique turned to her "hm.. I dont think people realise this is a shipyard, not a holiday camp, theres going to be much disapointment ahead I fear" he admitted forrowing his brow. "You worry too much, free time is good time" Hanna said shaking her head.


Claes walked over to Eduardo, "You're coming with me" she said flatly not giving him a choice in the matter, she looked to Horacio whom gave her a wink causing a momentary smile to appear before she composed herself, "The rest of you its business as usual. Get clearance from the junkers before you enter or leave Puerto Rico, and i dont care if your ship is one hull panel away from a total implosion, you dont lure any vessel, navy, civilian or otherwise to this system.. dismissed.." Claes stated with a much reserved tone before walking past them, the baby reaching out to try and pull Katarina's hair playfully as she passed.

"Fenice, Tell the shipyard control tower I will be coming aboard shortly" claes commanded, ::Certamente, commandante::

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[AlphaWolf215]

Eduardo stood in the engine room, his arms covered in grease, the tank top also seeming to have been stained by it. He steeped back, looking at the handiwork, slotting the wrench back in its slot on his tool-belt. Grabing a dirty old rag, he wipes his hands off, removing some of the grease, but just ends up moving it around on his hand, he throws it into a corner. Taking a quick reading of the engines, they seemed to be up to the correct amount of power output for normal movement, making straight line speed same as usual. Maneuverability would still be shot though, with the hanger hanging below them.

The General broadcast rang out across the ship, speaking in Fenice's voice. It turned off his music, projecting from the ceiling, looking straight through him

::Eduardo Garcia. The Commandante requests you in the hangar bay. Move quickly, Gracias::

Eduardo steps back, tries to brush off some of the grease, then realises his attempts are futile. Locking down the engine bay, and signing himself off, he heads down to the hangar deck.

Lining up next to his fellow Mosquitos, He stands to attention listening carefully to Claes. She finishes, heading down to the Mosquitos, praying that she goes to someone other than him. Yeah, because he'd be that lucky. Picking him out of the crowd, he follows her out of the hangar deck.

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