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(L,F&E 25) Bigger guns


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06.18.2012 , 04:06 AM | #1
<The Stormhawk>

The lab was ready, the tech sergeant was ready, and everything was ready, now all they needed as the lead designer. Who was late. The being wearing tech sergeant’s stripes shook his head.

“Where the farkle is she?” Technical sergeant first class Jikirt asked for the fourth time. No one answered of course. No one else was there, except a couple of cleaning droids. This lab had been set up from a repair bay, and it was of good size. There had been a great deal of competition of course for the position of lab assistant to the new designer. It had all evaporated as soon as the sergeant had put his application in. He shook his head. It wasn’t as if he was mean or foul tempered. He just swore a lot, whenever he wasn’t head down in something; every sentence it seemed had some kind of profanity and in many, many languages. That had earned him the nickname of Bun for some odd reason. He really didn’t understand human humor, despite having been exposed to it for more than ten years. He had been part of the crew at Coruscant, a yard worker who had been aboard when the ship had left. He had been up to his ears trying to keep the ship running to have noticed. When he heard what had happened, his reply had been a snarl:

“You bothered me for that kark?”

He didn’t really care as long as he had the equipment he was responsible for purring like kits. He was really only interested in machines, things that went, and things that went boom. He had been somewhat surprised when he got the appointment to be the new head designer’s assistant. He had heard about her, who hadn’t? It wasn’t every day that such momentous events happened in the hangar bay. He rather liked Will, the man was just as coarse and abrasive as Jikirt was. And knew how to take an insult and send them right back. Many sentients didn’t know how to respond when their ancestry was questioned. And Nia… That girl had guts. He had been part of the crew for a long time. He had seen beings of all kinds come and go, but that girl.... Something about her calmed him down. He had shocked the entire crew when, on meeting her for the first time, he had put three sentences together without ANY profanity. And then SHE had responded with insults that had sent ripples of pleasure right through him. He had been one of the first visitors she had been allowed after her…incident. And she had recognized him almost immediately. He had rejoiced when the second word out of her mouth after she had seen him had been a profanity. She would be all right, he knew it. But that left him here and now. A new assistant to a designer who was almost an hour late to her first day.

This lab was a marvel, he had to admit. It was fully automated, with brand new displays, top of the line tools, lots and lots of things to work on. The Stormhawk was a marvel of technology, but as with all technology, pieces of it broke. And usually at the absolute worst possible time. He bent over an emitter for one of the turbo lasers and started realigning it. Then his sensitive ears heard voices. One he didn’t recognize and one he did. He stiffened as the hatch slid aside and Boss entered the room followed by a human woman with brown hair.

“Thanks for catching that Val. That would have been…unpleasant.” Boss saw Jikirt standing and waved to him. “Sorry we are late; Val found a problem and fixed it.” Jikirt stared at one of the few humans he actually respected and snarled, but didn’t curse at Boss, even he had limits. The woman seemed taken aback.

“What? You never seen a flarging Kushiban before?” he asked sarcastically. His fur, as almost always was half black, half white showing that he was half mad, half happy. As always.

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06.18.2012 , 04:09 AM | #2
Val stared at the small furry being, transfixed but the sight. Boss chortled at her expression then nodded to her and crooked a finger to the tech sergeant. The Kushiban arched his tail and followed, muttering under his breath. Val watched him go, dumbstruck, and then turned her gaze to the equipment in front of her. She stared at the equipment, and then focused on one piece, an injector assembly for a small ship’s engine if she wasn’t mistaken. In seconds she had it in pieces.

Jikirt followed Boss into the lab’s office and waited. When Boss spoke, it was quiet and Jikirt tensed.

“Cut her some slack, Sarge, will you? She’s good.” The Kushiban snorted. “You will see. She had the whole secondary torpedo loading system apart when I found her. It works now.”

“Yeah, right that borking piece of garbage has never worked.” Boss laughed and Jikirt froze. “You’re brixing kidding, right? She flarging fixed it?” He stared at Boss’ eyeslit, then out the door at the woman who was blissfully involved in.. He goggled at her. “You are frelling kidding me…” His words broke off as he saw her up to her neck in the innards of a starfighter engine. She had been at it less than a minute and she already had it in sections and as he watched she carefully removed the injector that he knew was the problem. He turned his astonished gaze back to Boss who he was sure was smirking under the helmet.

“She’s good, very, very good, but… young…” The Kusihiban stared at the armored with something equivalent to horror on his furry face.

“No… No… No! You kung! You do not put another munking kid in my care, you do not!” Jikirt froze as Boss stiffened. Then the Kushiban trailed off.

Aw hell… When Boss spoke it was quiet.

“Do I need to make it an order Sergeant?” Jikirt snarled at him. Then the Kushiban shook is head again. His weary voice held fear and resignation in equal measure.

“Boss… Osik, Boss… I…” The Kushiban wilted under the human’s gaze, and then slumped. “Fine… I don’t know anything about frelling humans… Give me an mirking engine or a gun… I…” he growled, a sound more appropriate to a Wookiee than a Kushiban. “Yes, sir. Will there be anything else Sir?” The ‘Sir’s came out stilted and formal, and Boss froze. When Jikirt started ‘Sir’ing'… Boss sighed.

“Give her a chance, that’s all I ask short stuff.” Jikirt looked at him then walked out of the office, muttering. Boss left the lab shaking his head and hoping.

“Short stuff huh? Creep. Lousy stupid dikut…” He walked to where he could see what Val was working on and was amazed to see her closing up the engine. A quick glance at the diagnostic panel showed she had installed the new injector properly. He waited until she was down with that, and then cleared his throat.

“I am your assistant Ma’am. What can I assist with?” Any of the crew who heard him would have been shocked speechless. Two entire sentences without an expletive, and… his tone was… for once, actually respectful.
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06.18.2012 , 04:11 AM | #3
Val turned from the engine and looked at the sentient as he spoke. She was wary, she could tell he wasn't exactly happy. She didn't want to step on anyone's toes, she was still new here after all. Being only twenty two didn't really give her much in terms of experience or at least not in most people's eyes. The combination made her come across as timid despite her trying to sound confident.

"For right now I have a heavy laser turret which was malfunctioning on one of the fighters apparently it just completely stopped working probably a power distribution error or a short somewhere and another engine with an igniter problem that needs to be fixed before it can be used in atmospheric flight again. And to answer your prior question, no I haven't seen a Kushiban before. I didn't really ever get out much."

Her voice trailed off a moment and her eyes stared off blankly into space before she looked back at him and smiled. "Feel free to jump in wherever you want."

She had primarily worked with droids when it came to actually dismantling and repairing things, this was going to be different. Yes she did have coworkers but they were mainly a 'think tank' of sorts people for her to bounce ideas off of. Right now she didn't have any ideas to bounce around, just things to repair and parts to adjust.

The woman moved over towards the engine and began pulling it apart. She was nervous, when she was nervous she wanted to work on something. Hm... simple enough just needed to take out the igniter and replace it, oh the fuel lines could be rerouted around here to make if more efficient and with the igniter altered it could give a better reaction time... she might as well fix that too.



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06.18.2012 , 04:14 AM | #4
Jikirt nodded to her and his expression, if she could have deciphered it, was grudging acknowledgment. She DID know what she was doing. He hit his remote and his personal droid appeared. The TX model battle droid was a dumb as a post, and had been revamped as a mobile toolbox and a heavy lifter. Kushibans, while very dexterous, didn't have the strength to move heavy objects. So he compensated. He opened up his kit and started disassembling the heavy laser turret, but while part of his mind was on the task, part of it was on his new boss. He quickly found the problem, but... His voice was quiet in deference to his colleague.

"Kriffing piece of bantha dung..." The entire circuit run was fried. "How in the hell did they do this?" He looked at the turret ID code and winced. "I should have known... They shouldn't let that head case fly." Will's fighter, not the Dragon, although he had done a bit of work on that as well, but Will's personal fighter. It was an old Aurek Mark II, commonly called a Talon by everyone these days. He looked closely at the part and then swore quietly again. Wookiee fur caught in the interface port.

When I get my paws on that stupid Wookiee... Of all the stupid... I have told him and told him not to do that, but he just has to tinker, doesn't he...?

He ran a new control circuit, testing each connection. Each came up green. Finally he closed up the turret control port and smiled as the internal diagnostic showed operational. He turned back to his boss, she was on something else... He looked at it and froze.

"Ma'am, that's a plasma capacitor you are connecting to that run... it won't take the load..." He winced, expecting either an explosion or more likely, a horrifically burned boss. He moved to knock her clear if it did fry.
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06.18.2012 , 04:16 AM | #5
Val paused a minute listening to the Kushiban's voice. Hm... she ran the calculations quickly through her head again. Her brow furrowed and a hand moved to her chin... no everything was in order, it would hold.

Her expression reverted to a rather relaxed and humored one as she connected the capacitor to the run. It took the load and she turned around smiling. She had been right. Finishing up she stretched a moment and ran diagnostics on the equipment, everything was working perfectly. It was good as new, erh well probably better than new.

Looking back towards her assistant she let out a small smile.
"Don't worry I always run the calculations and theories twice to make sure. If I'm about to possibly fry my brains out I'll make sure to warn you in advance and probably get a droid to do it instead."

She just stopped for a moment looking back over the slowly decreasing pile of basic maintenance work. More capacitors to be replace, fuel lines that were cracking, circuits that were fried, slight adjustments in lenses and nozzles... she sighed. As much as she liked being able to quickly fix piles of machinery she wanted something a little more challenging to satisfy her before going back to quick work.

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06.18.2012 , 04:19 AM | #6
"How in the name of the Chancellor's toes did that... Farkling thing not fry you?" Jikirt stared at her. Then he looked at the diagnostic. "Heh, you connected that through a phase amplifier? Hmmm..." She really did know here stuff. He wouldn't have figured that out as fast as she had and he had been part of the construction crew. He looked at it and his tail thrashed. The he looked at her.

"Well, we have a problem. When the ship was designed she was built to carry a battery of four brixingly heavy concussion charge guns forward. They were never mounted. My esteemed predecessor..." The word esteemed was bitten out as if Jikirt was in physical pain. "...Decided that bigger was better so the Mir'sheb mounted one very heavy gun in the mounts." He walked to a monitor and keyed it on. "Unfortunately the di'kut didn't tell anyone what he was mounting. He pointed at the screen. "This stang thing is a plasma projector. Wonderful weapon, more powerful than anything in Sith or Republic arsenals at the moment. Problem is that every time we power it up, it fries half of the slatting power runs. That is what happened to my predecessor and half of his crew. They were in a power control room working on it when the ship tried the weapon for the first time. Bunch of morons..." He stopped, realizing he had been speaking as he usually did. He waited for her response.
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06.18.2012 , 04:20 AM | #7
"Why would they mount something like that there?" She sighed, that was a problem, a very large problem but it was just what she wanted right now. Her demeanor perked up, plasma projector... this was going to be fun.

"That is a problem. I take it your predecessor was not too bright." She smiled a moment before her expression went blank again, she was thinking. "Let's go take a look at it then and make sure that it's completely powered down and remains completely powered down while we're anywhere near it."

A weapon which was still in development on both sides fully assembled and mounted on the Stormhawk, it was enough to make her drool but she refrained. She had to go see it though, at least tinker with it a bit. A power problem was never an easy fix, but who knew? She might be able to come up with a workaround. Hm... possibly a problem with cooling as well. She got up and moved towards the door taking a bag of diagnostic tools with her.

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06.18.2012 , 04:21 AM | #8
"Sure thing." He almost called her Ma'am again, but... she knew her stuff. Maybe she wasn't a total loss. Jikirt grabbed his gear and followed her, his bot hovering after him. He led her through the maze of corridors then stopped at a door marked 'Danger'.

"Okay, this if kriffing important. I know you know what you are doing, or I wouldn't dream of letting you in here. You hear a frelling siren or see a karking red light flash, you get out the door, clear? They don't... They don't always let us have warning before they power these munking runs..." His last words were almost sad. He keyed his comlink.

"Entering Main battery control room five at 1340." A muffled acknowledgment came through and he snarled at it. "Just open the kriffing door, will ya? And this time, warn us!" The hatch opened and he walked in eyes on the pulsating power cores, and glancing at the emergency warning systems, but their status lights all showed green. He walked to the control panel and nodded to Val.

"Welcome to the innards of the biggest fripping gun in the galaxy. And for frak's sake be careful where you put your hands."
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06.18.2012 , 04:23 AM | #9
"If you hear a siren run for the door and don't touch anything that might snap back, got it." Viala nodded before looking around in awe.

That power conduit fed to that, the wiring could be better, it seems a little rushed rerouting a few things could do wonders but rewiring all of that would take ages. Touching her hand to a metal panel she left her fingers there for a moment. It was slightly warm to the touch, that wasn't right heat dispersal was definately an issue, she was going to have to look at the cooling units and perhaps some surge protection or power wells while she was at it.

Her eyes still wandering around taking it all in she started talking out loud as her fingers traced various wires and parts along the walls.
"And this goes to the power cores... hm... and the conduit connects to the breaker.... that could be redone..."

Snapping out of it a moment she turned her attention back to the Kushiban and the control panel. She moved a hand to her head and smiled a moment. "Sorry I tend to loose perspective sometimes and I need to stop that before I give myself a headache." She blinked a few times and lowered her hand resuming a more focused demeanor as the awe faded away slightly. "So can I have a brief overview of how this thing works exactly? Most of my work prior to this tended to be with lasers and not plasma based weaponry so I might be a little fuzzy on the exact details."

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06.18.2012 , 04:25 AM | #10
Jikirt fell easily into lecture mode. His tone became slightly respectful, with less profanity.

"Plasma weapons operate by using energy to turn matter -usually a carbon material of some kind- into plasma, the resulting materiel is then, supposedly, shot towards an enemy encased in a magnetic field that disintegrates on impact. Any solid objects that the plasma comes into contact with are splashed in superhot material. Shields are essentially irrelevant. Ray shields do not stop physical objects and particle shields are overwhelmed by the sheer heat. Armor becomes superheated gas and the resulting mixture adds to the inferno." The Kushiban sighed.

"Note I said supposedly... We have never brixing had a successful test of this weapon. The first time we powered the karking thing up, the fripping backlash of energy killed half the tech crew, including the osik for brains who installed it. The last time we powered it up, it melted half of the flarging weapon control runs, if we had been in an actual fight we would be dead." Now he looked contemplative, or as contemplative a small furry rodent could be.

" The problem is simple. It needs a lot of juice to power the shot. the problem is that if the power system as it is can't handle that kind of load. So how do we fix it without a full overhaul and upgrade? not to mention the minor problem of finding a spacedock that wouldn't arrest us. I have some ideas of how to make it work, but I have never had time. Boss would love to get this thing working. So would I." He looked at her. "Well?"
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