"Sorry to say, but you're going to have seriously adjust your expectations if you plan on spending your time doing maintenance on your own craft, Lieutenant Miles."
She then went on to explain about proper procedure and how the pilots had to get rest but she didn't get it. Those pilots went to school and sat there in their classes and read their books for a few years then went to fix planes. There weren't any books, unless you ended up showing dedication, and even then you read on your own time. For everyone else it was just something they did for a job, for Nyx it had been her escape, her only way off world.
Honestly, it irritated her that Erien didn't understand that. Nyx stood and moved to the kitchen while letting Erien drone on about responsibilities. Nyx would respect them when they proved that they weren't a bunch of slackers who played with parts like they were those wooden blocks she'd heard so much about. Nyx pulled out a water bottle and a granola bar, missing the end of Erien's speech. Something about a lifestyle change?
What part of, 'I've officially been a pilot for about an hour' didn't entail that she didn't know what she was doing?
Nyx heard the alert about the ship's power systems getting underway and felt a pang of sadness at not being able to see it from engineering. Still, it was just her past experience of being a techie and it wasn't a big deal. She'd only been a pilot -she checked the time again- for exactly an hour now. Perfectly forgivable if she wasn't sure about this yet.
So, fourteen hours to get ready for whatever happens next. At least most of that would be sleep and calibrations. Nyx could stay busy before the mission while she tried to keep her mind off of her sudden realization that she could very possibly die in one of these missions. The color coding system was mildly confusing, but she figured she'd spend some time with the AI to get used to the whole ship. The tour was long enough for her to at least get used to where she could walk to get to various places, but it still wasn't entirely clear yet.
Finally they arrived at the hangar bay. Erien told Nyx to go off and help with the planes and off Nyx went to the plane that was without anyone working on it at that moment. She began to dig around in the guts in the
Sabre, familiarizing herself with the layout and starting on the major and obvious things. Soon, an Ellori walked up on her, surprising Nyx enough for her to hit her head on the ship.
The Ellori looked as new as someone could look. No callouses, a few nicks and scrapes on her hands but nothing that would build into callouses yet. In fact, Nyx was willing to bet she was checking off parts on that clipboard so that she could do it systematically. Nyx decided that it would be more effective when they had to struggle for all the parts.
"I-I'm sorry miss! But what are you doing in that ship? It's not space-flight ready yet." The smaller Ellori asked.
"I know, I'm Lieutenant Miles, I'm here to help you guys get back from being behind. So, this one of the other squads or..." Nyx trailed off as she wiped her greasy hands on her pants to offer at least a semi-clean handshake.
"It's yours, ma'am."
"Right. Anyway, we're still missing the-""Hyperspace booster, I know I was just going to get it so I'd have all the parts before I began."
"Here's the deal, you get the parts, I install. That way we can get this done quickly, and we can move on to better things.""Yes, ma'am."
They made quick work of the ship, even taking the time to run through the calibrations to make sure that everything worked and that Nyx would be able to feel out the ship when mission time came. Nyx felt the ache of sleep seep into her bones, but tried to power through it, she had to finish this task first. Of course, it wasn't long before Nyx fell asleep underneath one of the
Sabres. The Ellori decided to work around Nyx, letting the tired Terran get some sleep in before the mission.