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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]

She sniggers, throaty and wicked, and in one smooth motion lights the cigarette hanging from the corner of her mouth and takes a pull.

"Don't take off without me," she warns on the exhale, that cat-who-ate-the-canary grin materializing as smoke curls around her nostrils.

[hallelujahpilot]

And they were doing so well, too.