Drinking at Home

Posted on Tue Sep 29th, 2020 @ 7:06am by Lieutenant Colonel Azhul Naxea & Chief Warrant Officer Man'darr [Naxea] & Private 1st Class Durak

Mission: Season 3: Episode 5: Shoreleave
Location: Vaii Residence, Dover England
Timeline: Current
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Jess was hanging out in a hammock outside her house, and reading a book when suddenly she realized it was too peaceful at her small house in the countryside. She wondered what the Marines were up to, so she tapped her combadge.

"Hey Naxea, doing anything? You can come by my place and we can drink or something. I managed to get some of Gary's private reserve here."

Lowering her pulse rifle from target practice, Naxea was surprised by the contact from Vaii. "And does he know you procured some of his supply?" she asked with amusement in her voice.

"Need to know information, Major." Jess mentioned. "412 Whitecliff Road, Dover England. Bring some of your marines, Shore leave is boring when I'm not cussing out Commander Lovejoy. Furthermore, I've simply ran out of things to do."

A chuckle came from Naxea over the comm link. "Be there shortly. Azhul, out." She set her pulse phaser down on the bench in front of her and tapped her comm badge, hoping Vaii knew what she was asking for. "Major Azhul to all Marines. We've been invited to Commander Vaii's residence at 412 Whitecliff Road, Dover England. Major Azhul, out." She picked up her pulse rifle and made her way to the Armory to return it.

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Naxea, dressed in a green SFMC t-shirt and black shorts, materialized outside of Vaii's home. Several transporter beams materialized behind her, leaving several Marines in their wake. Spotting Jessica still sitting in her hammock, Naxea began to approach. "Thank you for the invite. You sure about inviting the entire detachment?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.

"My pilots are all on leave. They all get off the ship, they scatter." Jess noted from the Hammock. "I may get the grill going for some food later. Don't worry, I have enough. I wouldn't be a good host if I couldn't feed an army." She chuckled.

"Alright then," Naxea said as some of the Marines began to play a pick up game of soccer. "So how about some of Commander Taylor's stash that you acquired?" she grinned as she took a seat.

"It's in the Liquor Cabinet in the basement." Jen noticed one of them siting on the headstone near the tree. "HEY!! Get off my Daddy's grave!!! I'm not sitting on your parents!!"

"I don't know, Commander. My parents would like it too much if you sat on them." Jen chuckled. "You're funny corporal, if you were one of my pilots I'd have you polishing my planes in the hanger over there."

Naxea turned, leveling a gaze at the Marine that didn't need words to accompany it as the corporal got off the headstone. She watched the Marine head to the others before turning to Jess with a sigh. "I swear, it's like babysitting kids sometimes. If they give you anymore problems, let me know," she said getting up to head for the basement for a bottle.

Jen walked over to a gathering nearby an old hanger. "Hey Commander, What's in here?" Jen smiled and opened them up. Inside were two fighters. A Supermarine Spitfire and a North American P-51 Mustang."

"Oh wow?!?" The Marines stated.

"When I and my father moved here, we found them pretty much left here for centuries. The frame is original, So is the cockpit, but the rest had to be rebuilt." Jen noted.

Man'darr looked at the plane with curiosity and then to Jen. "You only had one engine to keep you flying?" In his mind, that was near suicidal.

Jen pulled the engine cowl up. "Both these fighters ran on these. This is the Rolls Royce Merlin Engine. It took these internal combustion engines to give these fighters their speed. Though these Merlins run on a replicated biofuel with no carbon output, this was the best aircraft engine in the second world war. It would have effected this plane's maneuverability to carry two engines. In fact, they even had dual engine fighters during that time. The British had the Beaufighter and the Americans had the P-38 Lightning. Unfortunately they would have been outmaneuvered at times by lighter, single engine Axis fighters. Especially the Mitsubishi Zero. There had to be tradeoffs for speed, maneuverability, and firepower."

"Amazing," he commented as he continued to look over the aircraft.

Naxea entered the barn, carrying a glass of wine, taking a sip as her eyes fell over the ancient Terran fighter. "Rather impressive," she commented after swallowing the sweet liquid.

"Me and Daddy rebuilt them because... well. We were building something new here after leaving mother and her abuses. He wanted to build a tribute to the country that adopted us, and flying this plane around was the best gesture us Vaii's could think of." Jessica noted.

"That's noble of you," Naxea commented before a rogue soccer ball came flying into the barn and bounced off the plane. "You gotta be kidding me..." Naxea sighed.

"Don't worry, these are tough old warbirds, they had to be." Jessica noted. "Building this plane from a bare old metal frame was like rebuilding myself Nax. I was sixteen and using wrenches and screwdrivers, building my wings. Becoming stronger. I swore I would never be broken again. I finished this plane and flew it into London, and invited a Starfleet Recuiter to meet me at Heathrow. I landed this and said. 'I'm ready to be a Starfleet Officer.' The man smiled and said. 'No kidding.'"

Naxea chuckled. "No kidding?" she grabbed the soccer ball and threw it back out the barn. "Man'darr, go and keep the others in line before they end up breaking something."

"Aye, Major."

Naxea watched as the large Capellan jogged out of the barn. 'Glad that man is on our side,' she thought before turning back to Vaii. "I'm kind of surprised you didn't become an engineer since you're good at building and repairing things."

"Why Nax? Because my mother once whipped me with a dress belt because I held a tea cup the wrong way. And after that I wondered. How many other girls are having that happened to them. Then they escape and vow never to cry or scream again." Jess noted. "I'm living to be the strongest, proudest, and the greatest Starfleet Officer and Pilot I can be. And I have a chair at the table of Valhalla with my name on it."

Naxea nodded. Jess was one of if not the finest starfighter pilot that she had seen--there was no denying that. "Well you're doing an excellent job--so far," she teased with a smile.

"C'mon, I'm going to give the marines the privilege of tasting my barbecue. I've already gave my squadron my hospitality. I insist." Jen flung her arm around her friend.

"I'm looking forward to it." Naxea smiled before taking another sip of her wine as she and Jess exited the barn.