[center][h3]OSDT [i]Jannah[/i][/h3][/center]
[center]Hangar[/center]

"Shoo. I can do pre-flight myself."

"But-"

"Shoo! Too many cooks. Go get coffee or something. If you really want to help, bring [i]me[/i] some coffee while you're at it." Sasha tried to look stern, but at 5'4" and her usual level of enthusiasm the effect was lost pretty quickly. She gestured towards the hangar exit with her nose, both hands being occupied with pulling her hair back into a ponytail, and waved a hand in her technician's general direction when one was free. "You already did most of the day's maintenance, I just have to run through the pre-flight checklist. All primary system diagnostics are coming up green, right?"

The technician nodded and sighed, rolling his eyes while he turned and headed towards the exist. "Alright, alright. I'll bring some coffee by. We'll report to the hangar if the HFVs sorty, Rising Star'll need maintenance when she brings the G-Valk back."

"Mmm." Sasha hummed noncommittally, already turning her attention to the task at hand. Best way to avoid saying anything odd, too. It was still weird to act like Rising Star was another person. Made perfect sense why she needed to, but it was still a little odd. Taking the extra step to make sure anything to do with piloting the XC|PT-01 was put not in terms of Sasha Mackenzie, but Rising Star. "She needs", not "I need". At least she didn't have to maintain the act constantly, that'd drive her crazy. Just needed to do it while she was in the cockpit. What [i]was[/i] a pain, though, was having to wear the pilot suit underneath her outer layer.

The colonist was eternally grateful ships like the [i]Jannah[/i] naturally tended to be much cooler. Otherwise the suit underneath her bulky pants and zipped jacket would roast her alive. At least she didn't need to keep the helmet on her, that was in the cockpit with Rising Star's mask. She was getting sidetracked, though. Sasha crossed through the hangar's open space, giving a quick wave to the two pilots already in the hangar as she went by. 

The XC|PT-01, G-Valkyrie as she [i]much[/i] preferred to call it, wasn't too far from the entrance. Only took a few seconds to reach, and (to Sasha's delight) kept her close enough to all the other pilots to chat. If they felt like it. She was just a technician to them, so she didn't really get to talk shop with the people outside Paper Tiger. The G-Valk really didn't need much work; Sasha's fingers flew across the console's keys, running the HFV through its pre-flight diagnostics, but there wasn't anything to find. It was just procedure. Munitions were loaded. Reactor was operating within optimal levels. Computer systems functional, transformable frame checked out, et cetera, et cetera. It only took a couple of minutes to run almost all of the checks, only waiting on the ones still running. 

Soooo her eyes wandered. She was in a hangar full of giant robots, how could they not? She knew all about the XC|PTs, the thrill of looking through their specs wore off ages ago, but the rest... There were two different Omnienvironmental Series HFVs on board! A Type 2 and a Type 7. The Type 2 was nothing special to look at, it was the program's backbone for a while, but it was fascinating how compatible it was with newer tech. The Rook's consistence was beautiful in its simplicity. And the Type 7! So much faster than most HFVs that big. Sasha would've loved to see how fast it was compared to the G-Valk. Either one would've been fantastic to tinker with, especially after the series was shut down. There was even a [i]Senta[/i].A Senta! One of the earliest Russian HFVs! Her father would've loved to take a look at it, and Sasha was no different. She'd never even gotten to see a Senta in person. Its design was nothing like what X Corp put out, which was why it was so [i]fascinating[/i].

Lucky [i]Jannah[/i] techs. Getting to work on all the different types.

Sure, some of them probably wished they were allowed to work on the four XC|PTs on board, but Sasha had spent her waking hours around those for ages. The different stuff was where it got interesting.

...

Hopefully no one objected to her staring at the other HFVs. That'd be kinda awkward.