Post by Karima Shapandar on May 23, 2013 20:41:15 GMT -5
There was a lot to do on the helicarrier. After she'd been deemed harmless and given free reign while they decided what to do about her and her situation, Karima found herself wondering. She'd gone to see Cheryl and that hadn't turned out as she had hoped it would have, but there's still a lot to do on the ship. She has no official title or assignment, she is not employed by any of the organization acting in tandem on the ship. There are a number of areas she can not go, certainly, but there are some places she can go.
The flight deck is one of those places. Some where in her programming were subroutines for flight. Leftovers from the days when the Sentinel super computer had been trying to reprogram her. She had originally been intended to have flight capabilities, but she escaped from Sentinel before they could install the technology necessary for it. Still, she had a curiosity about it.
So she went out onto the flight deck and stood near the edge and simply watched the clouds and sky go by, with the jets coming and going. Most of the agents had no idea who she was, most information pertaining to her was on a need to know basis until things got sorted out. Still she was wearing shield issue gym shorts and a shield issue sports bra, she can't be that bad if they're just letting her roam around, right?
After awhile though, the pained groans and frustrated grunts of a mechanic who has encountered problems in his duty reach her ears. She turns her head in the sound of the direction and watches, He's a good distance away inside the hanger. He's making repairs to a helicopter that saw some heavy fire in it's last mission and there are a number of technical barriers that need to be over come. Things lodged where they shouldn't be, bent hunks of metal and broken this and that.
She decides to offer this man her help, she dodges around people coming and going, air craft taking off and air craft landing until she's at the main hanger doors where all the various air craft are parked and repaired. The areas are quite closed quarters, built for efficiency and not creature comforts, so the mechanic doesn't have much room to work. These limitations would not bother Karima in the slightest.
"I can help with that."
Karima offered as soon as she was within normal ear shot of the mechanic. He's currently trying to rachet a bolt that's behind a twisted piece of metal, the mechanic takes one look at the teenager and arches and eye brow. He's a grizzled older guy who has the cuts and scars and rough hands of a man who has been doing this all his life. Meanwhile Karima is a delicate looking young teenage woman who appears to have never lifted a heavy thing in her life.
"No offense sweet heart, but I don't think there's much you could do, cept give me something nice to look at it."
Sexual harassment wasn't something Karima was new to, though in the larger scheme of things, it didn't effect her at all, she recognized her beauty and on some deep subconscious level she isn't aware of, she enjoyed the attention it garnished her. She was in fact a veritable expert on piloting the craft he's currently working on, and her mechanical genius and unique mind enable her a fairly keen advantage on repairing it as well.
"I could do that and help. It is an HH-60 Pave Hawk, yes? You're having trouble reaching the final bolt in the rear auxilary cover plating? I presume the engine is past it, which needs repair?"
The mechanic dropped his wrench and sat up, gave her an odd look and figured, what the hell, he's been sitting here trying to repair this bird for the better part of an hour, a small little break to entertain a pretty girl like Karima wouldn't hurt, would it?
"Yeah that's right. Your daddy in the military or somethin?"
He slid away from the helicopter and stood up, grabbed the tool and offered it to Karima to see if she could do a better job. Karima took the tool, then moved closer to the helicopter, she knelt down to her knees and bent forward, the mechanic enjoyed the view, then reached up under the plate that was giving the man problems.
"My father is dead."
She doesn't like to resort to using her super human abilities unless she has to, it's a natural habit to simply remain as stealth as she can about these things, but when she finds she is also unable to reach the bolt, she simply uses her bare fingers to peel and bend the twisted plate back into place, which then allows easy access to the bolt from the proper way, which she then begins to ratchet loose.
"Aw, I'm sorry. Didn't mean... to ... bring... Woah, you're some kinda mutant aren't ya? Never saw a girl do anything like that. Not up close any ways. They mostly just keep me in the garage when I'm on duty. Haha. So ...Wow, what else can you do?"
"A lot."
Karima's response was short and accurate, from there the two spent the next hour fully repairing the helicopter, a job that would've taken him several days. By the time it was done with, Karima was covered in grime, she had smears of grease on her hands, cheeks and arms, her skin was no more durable than any other smooth supple teenage girl's skin and so a number of cuts and slight bruises had accrued. She'd assured the mechanic that they did not hurt. Along the way, they discussed who Karima was and what she was, and briefly some of her Origin. Karima had managed to make a friend, like she usually did. She's calm, mild mannered and easy to talk to and always willing to help. Most of the people she has encountered in her life would describe her in that same way.
After the job was done though, It was time for Karima to go and find a place to clean up. She'd been allowed to use the communal showers and locker rooms prior, and assumed that would likely be where she'd need to go again. She presumed she'd find fresh basic clothing, towels, soaps and everything she'd need to clean up. But there's still a good bit of distance between the flight deck and the women's locker room she'll have to clear first.
The flight deck is one of those places. Some where in her programming were subroutines for flight. Leftovers from the days when the Sentinel super computer had been trying to reprogram her. She had originally been intended to have flight capabilities, but she escaped from Sentinel before they could install the technology necessary for it. Still, she had a curiosity about it.
So she went out onto the flight deck and stood near the edge and simply watched the clouds and sky go by, with the jets coming and going. Most of the agents had no idea who she was, most information pertaining to her was on a need to know basis until things got sorted out. Still she was wearing shield issue gym shorts and a shield issue sports bra, she can't be that bad if they're just letting her roam around, right?
After awhile though, the pained groans and frustrated grunts of a mechanic who has encountered problems in his duty reach her ears. She turns her head in the sound of the direction and watches, He's a good distance away inside the hanger. He's making repairs to a helicopter that saw some heavy fire in it's last mission and there are a number of technical barriers that need to be over come. Things lodged where they shouldn't be, bent hunks of metal and broken this and that.
She decides to offer this man her help, she dodges around people coming and going, air craft taking off and air craft landing until she's at the main hanger doors where all the various air craft are parked and repaired. The areas are quite closed quarters, built for efficiency and not creature comforts, so the mechanic doesn't have much room to work. These limitations would not bother Karima in the slightest.
"I can help with that."
Karima offered as soon as she was within normal ear shot of the mechanic. He's currently trying to rachet a bolt that's behind a twisted piece of metal, the mechanic takes one look at the teenager and arches and eye brow. He's a grizzled older guy who has the cuts and scars and rough hands of a man who has been doing this all his life. Meanwhile Karima is a delicate looking young teenage woman who appears to have never lifted a heavy thing in her life.
"No offense sweet heart, but I don't think there's much you could do, cept give me something nice to look at it."
Sexual harassment wasn't something Karima was new to, though in the larger scheme of things, it didn't effect her at all, she recognized her beauty and on some deep subconscious level she isn't aware of, she enjoyed the attention it garnished her. She was in fact a veritable expert on piloting the craft he's currently working on, and her mechanical genius and unique mind enable her a fairly keen advantage on repairing it as well.
"I could do that and help. It is an HH-60 Pave Hawk, yes? You're having trouble reaching the final bolt in the rear auxilary cover plating? I presume the engine is past it, which needs repair?"
The mechanic dropped his wrench and sat up, gave her an odd look and figured, what the hell, he's been sitting here trying to repair this bird for the better part of an hour, a small little break to entertain a pretty girl like Karima wouldn't hurt, would it?
"Yeah that's right. Your daddy in the military or somethin?"
He slid away from the helicopter and stood up, grabbed the tool and offered it to Karima to see if she could do a better job. Karima took the tool, then moved closer to the helicopter, she knelt down to her knees and bent forward, the mechanic enjoyed the view, then reached up under the plate that was giving the man problems.
"My father is dead."
She doesn't like to resort to using her super human abilities unless she has to, it's a natural habit to simply remain as stealth as she can about these things, but when she finds she is also unable to reach the bolt, she simply uses her bare fingers to peel and bend the twisted plate back into place, which then allows easy access to the bolt from the proper way, which she then begins to ratchet loose.
"Aw, I'm sorry. Didn't mean... to ... bring... Woah, you're some kinda mutant aren't ya? Never saw a girl do anything like that. Not up close any ways. They mostly just keep me in the garage when I'm on duty. Haha. So ...Wow, what else can you do?"
"A lot."
Karima's response was short and accurate, from there the two spent the next hour fully repairing the helicopter, a job that would've taken him several days. By the time it was done with, Karima was covered in grime, she had smears of grease on her hands, cheeks and arms, her skin was no more durable than any other smooth supple teenage girl's skin and so a number of cuts and slight bruises had accrued. She'd assured the mechanic that they did not hurt. Along the way, they discussed who Karima was and what she was, and briefly some of her Origin. Karima had managed to make a friend, like she usually did. She's calm, mild mannered and easy to talk to and always willing to help. Most of the people she has encountered in her life would describe her in that same way.
After the job was done though, It was time for Karima to go and find a place to clean up. She'd been allowed to use the communal showers and locker rooms prior, and assumed that would likely be where she'd need to go again. She presumed she'd find fresh basic clothing, towels, soaps and everything she'd need to clean up. But there's still a good bit of distance between the flight deck and the women's locker room she'll have to clear first.
