Sailor OOC Posted March 21, 2016 Share Posted March 21, 2016 IT was another sunny day. right smack-dab on the equator. The captain had cleared everyone's duty schedules to enjoy some fun in the sun on deck and in the waters around the ship. But Joint Task Force 0 was mustered up under a tent set up on deck. A meal fit for a Norse banquet was laid out, with the proportions that could satiate Fenrir himself. The Captain, a rugged man of the age of 42 sat in a lounger under the awning, reading a technical article on the engine of the ship, while JTF-0's commanding officer, a woman in her early 30s was smiling, puffing on a long, thin pipe, waiting for the group to show up. "What was that commotion last night?" The woman asked. "Sailor was out on a flight, instigating some anomaly in the water. She flew by it using her Harrier, scanned it with all the sensor packages we got, but when she came back her systems were under some sort of undetectible ECM. Her controls functioned, but her navigation was tossed off. She thought she could make it back here with fuel to spare but once she was clear of the effect she was well past Bingo, and out of reach of the carrier, so she flew it dry to get as close as she could, bailed out, and well, she was in a bad mood." "She's alright isn't she?" "Was just soaked to the bone and turning the cool night air breaking for morning poor girl was a shivering wreck. Like stepping out of a warm bath." The woman chuckled. "She's got a bouyant personality, Captain, I think she could handle herself. What's she been doing?" "I'm right here, Ma'am." Sakura said, walking into earshot. Wearing a sailor-collared blouse and a pair of long-white cargoes. "Sorry about this morning, Captain, I thought my nav-error was due to faulty maintenance so I... sorta chucked one of your men overboard." "That's okay, Sailor... it was all straightened out. You've got deck cleaning duty for the next week as that was his assignment before you sprained his knee, but I think he'll forgive it... eventually." The woman looked over Sakura. "Don't worry captain, I got a better punishment for her." She holds up a blue pleated mini-skirt. "Put this on instead of the pants. You're serving the meal." she pulls out a cheesy sailor-motif beret as well. "Until this is over you will refer to everyone as sir, or ma'am." Sakura sighed. "Y... yes ma'am." She said in a resigned tone, walking into the set-up tent where she could change. The Captain grinned. "So, when will the others on your team show, Commander Petrona? And what else you have planned for the Lieutenant?" "In a few... gotta let them have their fun, Captain Whitmore. And I think the embarassment of being my waitress for the evening will be plenty punishment. She screws up it's 5 days in the brig." Captain Whitmore winced. "Harsh." "She needs to learn to control her temper." Sakura stepped out, standing at attention. "Okay, Seaman Hino. Set up the tables and chairs, our guests will be arriving soon." "Yes, ma'am!" Okay, this is the official meeting. When people arrive enough tables for the JTF-0 team and the support for the team will be deployed, as well as chairs for everyone. Sakura's on waitress duty until everyone's served, ready to put whatever people want on their plate before heading to their seats. Captain Whitmore and Commander Petrona are at the head of the table. Everyone else may take a seat wherever. It's under a rather breezy outdoor tent, designed for large gatherings. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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