Cammoflauge

Posted on Monday 14 September 2020 @ 03:13 by Major Richard "Wolf" Johnson, Psy.D.

Mission: A Whale of a problem (We're going to need a bigger boat)
Location: =/\= Turbolift =/\=
Timeline: Current
822 words - 1.6 OF Standard Post Measure

The Major stepped onto the lift and leaned on the back bulkhead of the car, "Shuttlebay," he called before crossing his feet and looking over, "before I tell you about the project, you may want to steer clear of security for a while," he said with a chuckle.

"Yeah, I had that feeling also. Not my fault some of them took it so personally." Breana said with a little smile as she leaned against the wall next to him. "So, what can I help you with while I'm avoiding Security?" That hint of curiosity in her voice now.

The Marine just chuckled, "well," he replied and smiled as the doors opened, "what do you know about Earth history, specifically the time when Earth navies were cammoflauging their ships?" he asked and stepped off the lift, heading down the corridor toward the shuttlebay, "and, how much do you know about Force Recons job?"

"I know a little bit about it, and what I don't know I have no problem researching," Rathburn replied honestly as she walked alongside of him, already an idea of what the Marine might be wanting her todo forming in her mind. And if she was right, she knew she'd definitely be double checking herself before following through with it.

"Good," the Marine replied as they walked into the shuttlebay where a Danube class runabout was being put into place, "a crash course, though, Force Recon are not your typical blunt instrument like the regular Marines are used as. We conduct recon mission, analyze different data, provide intel, and can conduct combat ops as need be," he explained as he came to a stop near the runabout, "which brings me back to camouflage, in Earths World War Two they would paint the tops of allied ships blue to minimize attacks. As radar technology and then sensors came around there wasn't much need for that anymore. I feel the need to bring that back," he added with a grin then motioned to the runabout, "meet the Peleliu, one of Force Recons landing and scout ships. Depending on how much you know about your Earth history you might recognize the name as another world war two throwback," he added and studied Rathburns face for a moment, "so, can you guess what I have in mind yet?"

Breana's mind was already turning as she listened to the Marine, brown eyes roamed over the runabout before her as she gave a slight nod of her head at times. "Basically you want me to camo her out... make her blend in with the galaxy sky out there. Not a paint job, it wouldn't hold up and would be to...obvious. Black oxide would do the trick I believe... yes... that would do it...." Brea rambled, more to herself now than to anyone as she went over the ideas that were floating through her head. "Change the lights out to black ones, and tent the coverings a bit too dull the light down even more. And then for the windows...." The engineering continued on a bit of a roll now.

Richard grinned and stepped back out of the engineering chiefs way. He watched her move around the shuttle and plan for a few minutes before stepping forward, "one last thing, Lieutenant, I need her ready in four hours for a scouting mission. What do you think, can you get it done?" he asked with a smile.

Breana's looked over instantly as she heard the Major. What is it with everyone wanting things done in the blink of an eye? She thought to herself. A fleeting frown caught her, though she quickly did some mental figuring. She still had the ship herself to do some final sheld work, and Doyle would be out of the Brig and could help with a few more things. She could always set up team Charlie to work on this task. Yes, that's what she would do. "I'll do the best I can to see that she's ready before you need her, Major."

The Marine nodded, "outstanding, Lieutenant," he replied, "do the cammo first, because we have to go whether she's ready or not, we need to scout out ahead of that things course," he explained, pointing toward the front of the ship where the probe they were following was, "I'll leave you to it, after today I don't doubt you're the person for this," he added with a smile before heading across the deck toward the bay doors.

The Marines faith in her had her smiling a bit more. Granted the timing was going to be rough. She had little doubt her crew could do it. Looking at the runabout, she took another lap around it before heading out to make her way to her department, already tapping her badge to pull the crew together for a quick meeting. They still had much to do, and this just added to it.