Utlralight Aeroplane Debate
Posted on Sat Dec 7th, 2019 @ 5:33am by Lieutenant Theodore Winslow & Lieutenant JG Kikua Mahone
1,117 words; about a 6 minute read
Mission:
Canary
Location: Aerospace Field Maintance Hangers
Miracle moved through the semi pristine hanger bay. She had a list of stuff she needed for her personal aircraft. Tucked in her tail that was wrapped around her waist like a belt was the blueprints for a two seater Ultralight plane. Basically it was just all frame, engine, fuel tank and controls with two seats and wings.
Her eyes twinkle with anticipation to fly such a craft to bring back her youthful days of flying. Her skill, machine verses the raw elements of flying against gravity, wind and weather.
Kikua had been called out to the airfield due to lack of proper maintenance team for the moment. He had already brought it up with older brother Luka, who he had caught in the middle of one meeting and the next. It was odd to have his own brother running a colony. Or running anything, for that matter.
As he arrived at the field, he squinted to see if he could find whoever gave him a summons. He hadn't been on the colony long enough to know anyone's name, but 'Swiftpaws' sounded like someone who would stick out. "... Uh, hey..." he asked, elegantly, of the rather chipper looking Mousian, "Are you... Lieutenant Swiftpaws?"
Miracle nodded confirming that it was her as she spoke. "Iz was wondering if yooz could manufacture these parts?" Miracle holding out the list of parts she would be needing to build such a aircraft.
Kikua took the list, eyes widening slowly as he read the parts listed upon it. "... I could, but, this ship isn't exactly on Starfleet specs. I'd have to verify what's in and out of bounds for us."
"Squeee-ahh.. It's a simple privately owned aircraft. Whot Sol-3'ers and Mousians would call an airplane." Miracle withdrew the blueprints for the two-seater ultralight aircraft and unrolled it. "Tis is whot Iz need the parts for."
She positioned herself so that Kikua could look at it also. "It would only take up..." she looked thoughtful for a few seconds as she did calculations in her mind. "...Three weeks of materials allocated to mez to have made as per agreement that all Starfleeters allowed. Squooo.. so yooz don't need permission from anyone to make."
"I don't think..." Kikua's eyes narrowed in thought, before he looked back toward the transport he left from. "... Lemmie ask Selina. I was pretty sure I got the regs from the Captain straight but I wanna make sure." As he spotted the blond coming off of the transport, waving her over. Luckily, it was only a few steps she would have had to take, or he knew his brother would have his head for making her walk too far.
Selina looked up as Kikua waved her over and she quickly waddled over. It was not quick or graceful but they very pregnant Engineering Chief made it over. "What can I do for you Lieutenants?" She wondered.
"Lieutenant Swiftpaws was going to try to requisition some parts for an... aeroplane?" Kikua tilted his head toward the Mousian. "I didn't know if we were allowing that right now, seeing as the colony is... still adjusting."
Miracle nodded, moving to show the newcomer the parts list and the blueprints for a simple ultralight two seater airplane. "Squeaa…" In agreement. "Iz was explaining that I'd use my allocated rationed supplies for the creation of the parts for mez new aeroplane. Unfortunately, all the precision replicators are under SF Engineering comtrol at the moment."
Selina looked at the woman, then Kikua and then back at the blueprints before looking back up properly. "No one has allocated rations supplies until the colony is built," Selina said stunned that this was a priority over a half-built colony that did not have everything it needed. "I am sorry but it is a no on the requisition. I simply cannot allow a vessel like this to take supplies that are needed for shelter at this stage Lieutenant." She said simply taking a few steps back.
Miracle eyes widen a bit, taking a step back. Her eyes narrowed thoughtfully as she rolled up the blue prints. "No ration supplies... " Speaking slowly. "That means that since there is no rationed supplies. Then how yooz suppose Star Fleet eats three meals a day. Who pays for the lodging and clothing that wear out? Or wez eventually will end up naked? Iz definitely don't work for nothing. At least wez has a barter system going that gets mez whot Iz need to survive on. And part of the materials that goes through the replicators is part of mez fleet employment contract."
Miracle gently took the parts list back and added it to the blueprint all neatly rolled up.
Kikua tilted his head to one side. "Food and clothing rations are different than supply rations," he pointed out. "Starfleet doesn't expect us to live naked and unfed. Or without a roof over our heads. They take care of us. What you're requesting is outside of ... the 'contract.'" This confused the young lieutenant. Last he checked, every officer had to go through the same training. He didn't remember signing an employment contract that extensive. "Otherwise, we get a small amount of credits to use on the colony? You're not working for 'nothing.' No more or less than the rest of us. We're all on the same footing, and we just don't have that. Unless you'd like to tell the Federation family who's looking to settle here that they can't have a home because you're looking to build an airplane."
If the young man was confused it was nothing to what Selina was feeling. They were all Starfleet, they all wore the same uniform and had the same pay packages. What was said was beyond selfish to believe that something like a plane could take president over accommodation. Selina was most likely the worst person to have that type of conversation with after Betazed's struggles to rebuild after the Occupation.
"I am going to pretend this conversation or your request was never raised to me, Lieutenant. I do not believe Captain Mahone would like to hear this." Selina commented on lowly. "Now if you excuse me I have to go back to working on accommodation that is needed by the whole colony. I will see you at the meeting later Mahone."
Miracle nodded, resigned to the decision of the two other officers. "Iz save this for later." She perked up as another pilot yelled over to her that the cargo shuttle was loaded for the outbound trip. "Squeaks for yooz time."
She scampered off to the waiting cargo shuttle to be flown out with a small crew to help unload it at destination.
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