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[hallelujahpilot]

It might only be 0850, but any day where Trudy Chacon has to start with last minute repairs to her Samson is already on notice. The repairs also mean that she can’t go and find whoever it was that gave her only one goddamn gunner.

Not that she has any problem with Corporal Bill Onozuki – he’s an old Pandora hand, and they get along swimmingly. It’s just that there is, well, only one of him.

Which is why when the Ph.D.s find Samson 16 in the hanger, Chacon and Onozuki are fixing the right hand door-gun straight ahead. If things come to it, she can operate it from the cockpit.

(lets just leave aside the fact that she actually finds it fun)

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[at-hells-gate.livejournal.com]

Dr. Grace Augustine enters the hanger much in the same fashion she does her lab: with a swagger and an appraising look, lab techs trailing behind her the way an entourage shuffles at the heels of a movie star. Or, perhaps it's more apt to describe them as cubs following a lioness out on the prowl.

Once she locates her Samson (yes, her Samson until such time as her work is complete), she pulls her lips together in a thin line and narrows her eyes at the pilot.

"Are you planning on flying? Or do you imagine we'll keep ourselves airborne by the sheer force of your toy's blowback?"