Tabor Nansk

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After six hours of being confined to quarters, Tabor decided he'd had enough. It wasn't even clear who issued the orders for off duty personnel to remain secluded, as the chain of command seemed to be unraveling more with each passing hour. At least from his perspective it wasn't clear.

 

 

There would probably be a price to pay for leaving, but for now he just couldn't sit idle. He'd tried to impose some semblance of normalcy a few shifts ago when he harangued Ens. Crash into pre-flighting all the alert fighters in the bay. Making his way up to the Flight Ops office, his worst fears were confirmed: With the Wing's command officers gone, there was no one to assign "duty". He and the other pilots would have been confined to quarters indefinitely as the powers that be struggled to come to grips with the recent events. After all, they weren't pilots, and it wouldn't cross their minds that there were things in the bay that had to happen, each shift, whether the bridge crew was having a good day or not. The first time they needed an alert fighter it would have come as quite a shock to discover that no one had been doing maintenance, fueling, pre-flight checks on the armaments and the gazillion other things that go into keeping a fighter operational. Sorry, we're all in our quarters.

 

 

So Tabor logged in as Duty Officer and called Crash. He'd planned on just doing the basic servicing and inspections, but the Yellow Alert changed all that. Now it was the two of them, suiting up for a "just in case". Actually, it felt good and sort of calmed his frustrations. He was a pilot, and this is just what he'd trained for.