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Where is the doghouse?

Not only JP-7: the SR-71 could use JP-4 and JP-5 as emergency fuels but they both limited the Blackbird's top speed to Mach 1.5..

The SR-71 Blackbird was the first aircraft to use its own fuel for hydraulic fluid. It was called the fuel hydraulic system.

The legendary SR-71 Blackbird Mach 3+ spy plane was powered by two 34,000 lbf (151,240 N) thrust-class J58 afterburning turbojet engines. Each engine contained a nine-stage compressor driven by a two-stage turbine. The main burner used an eight-can combustor and the afterburner is fully modulating. The primary nozzle area was variable. Above Mach 2.2, some of the airflow was bled from the fourth stage of the compressor and dumped into the augmentor inlet through six bleed-bypass tubes, circumventing the core of the engine and transitioning the propulsive cycle from a pure turbojet to a turbo-ramjet.

The SR-71 was the first aircraft to use its own fuel for hydraulic fluid. It was called the fuel hydraulic system.

An engine-driven pump provided 1800 psi of recirculating fuel to accurate various engine components and then returned it back to the aircraft fuel system to be burned. Fuel was used in the actuators to control the afterburner nozzles, which maintain the proper exhaust gas temperature and control the thrust output. The fuel was also used in the engine actuators to shift the two-position inlet guide veins from their axial position to the cambered position and back again. This was just another of the many first-ever inventions of the-SR-71.

The J58 engine was hydromechanically controlled and burned a special low volatility jet fuel mixture known as JP-7.

Emergency fuels could be used in the SR-71 if the crew was low on fuel and had to use ANY tanker (as already explained the Blackbird relied on KC-135Q tankers [that could simultaneously carry a maximum of 74,490lb of JP-7 and 110,000lb of JP-4 for their own engines] but the SR-71 could also be refueled by standard Stratotankers in the event KC-135Qs were not available or if the Blackbird crew had to deal with an emergency situation) they could find to avoid the loss of the aircraft. The emergency fuels were JP-4 or JP-5 but they limited the Blackbird top speed to Mach 1.5. There were six main fuselage tanks. All 80,285 pounds of JP-7 fuel were carried in six main fuselage tanks. The tanks numbered one through six moved forward to aft (back) tank 6B It could hold 7,020 pounds of gravity-fed fuel and two tanks sumps. This was also called the “doghouse” and was located in the extreme back portion of the fuselage.

Fuel was the lifeblood of this fastest-manned airplane in the world. I found the following in a declassified CIA brief.

There it would first be used as hydraulic fluid at 600 F to control the afterburner exit flaps before being fed into the burner cans of the powerplant and the afterburner itself.

Cooling the cockpit and crew turned out to be seven times as difficult as on the X-15 research airplane which flew as much as twice as fast as the SR-71 but only for a few minutes per flight. The wheels and tires of the landing gear had to be protected from the heat by burying them in the fuselage fuel tanks for radiation cooling to save the rubber and other systems attached thereto. Special attention had to be given to the crew escape system to allow safe ejection from the aircraft over a speed and altitude range of zero miles per hour at sea level to Mach numbers up to 4.0 at over 100,000 feet.

Written by Linda Sheffield Sanitized Copy Approved for Release 2011/09/27: CIA-RDP90B00170R000100080001-5 -4- The problems of taking, pictures through

Be sure to check out Linda Sheffield Miller (Col Richard (Butch) Sheffield’s daughter, Col. Sheffield was an SR-71 Reconnaissance Systems Officer) Facebook Pages Habubrats SR-71 and Born into the Wilde Blue Yonder for awesome Blackbird’s photos and stories.

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The Orbitron

The Orbitron is a custom car built by Ed Roth and feared lost until its rediscovery in Mexico in 2007

A second generation to Roth's original Beatnik Bandit, which was built in 1960, the Beatnik Bandit II features a one-of-a-kind fiberglass body with PPG lemon meringue pie paint, stylized Rat Fink designs on the sides, and chrome by Metal Masters of Salt Lake City, UT. 

Beatnik Bandit II includes many unique design features, including an electronic console which operates the digital instrument panel and other features such as a digital readout of the car's latitude and longitude. 

The lack of a rearview mirror is not a problem on this car. A "TV mirror" video monitor is mounted on the console with the actual camera mounted in the rear panel. The bubble top is also lifted electronically. 

Beatnik Bandit II was built entirely by Roth, who credits "Revelations from Father in Heaven" for his achievement. The car has been shown in major U. S. cities, including Boston, Los Angeles, Chicago and Houston, as well as in Yokohama, Japan.

The Beatnik Bandit

Ed 'Big Daddy' Roth was an artist, cartoonist, illustrator, pinstriper and custom car designer and builder who created the hot-rod icon Rat Fink and other characters. Roth was a key figure in Southern California's Kustom Kulture and hot-rod movement of the late 1950s and 1960s The Beatnik Bandit was one of his first creations from the early 1960s. It was built from a 1949 Oldsmobile, the chassis was shortened 5 feet, the Olds engine was given the classic hotrod look with GMC blower and twin carbys, everything was chromed except the blower belt. The white interior featured single joystick, that operated turning, throttle and braking. The bubble top was created using compressed air to inflate a sheet of plastic into a dome in a pizza oven. On display at the National Automobile Museum in Reno

Mysterion

Ed Roth built the Mysterion in 1963, he got the idea from the multi engine dragsters he had seen at the dragstrips. He combined two Ford engines, two transmissions, plus two welded rear ends for the foundation. It featured an offset headlight and the typical Ed Roth bubble top. On display at Galpin Auto Sports.

The Road Agent by Ed “Big Daddy” Roth.

Mysterion

Custom builder and artist Ed "Big Daddy" Roth completed the Mysterion in 1963. The bubbletopped custom featured a completely original fiberglass body and twin Ford big-block engines. The weight of the engines was too much for the frame to bear, and the Mysterion fell apart. Tribute versions have been built, including this precise replica from Galpin Auto Sports.

The Surfink

The Surfink, created by Mark Glaz as a tribute to Ed Roth and Ratfink, features a large Ratfink figure atop a surfboard complete with a blown V-8 engine.

The Orbitron

Built in 1964, the vehicle was powered by a 1955 or 1956 Chevrolet V8 and was backed by a Powerglide automatic transmission. The body was hand-laid fiberglass, hiding Roth's extensive chrome work to the chassis. The cockpit, set at the extreme rear of the vehicle in the manner of a dragster, was lined with fake fur and featured an 11-inch General Electric "1-Touch" portable television inserted in the console. Topping the cockpit was a custom-made, hydraulically operated Plexiglas bubble top. One of a series of ordinary doorbell push-button switches atop the hood activated the top from the outside.

Other mechanical features included a 1956 Chevrolet rear end, dropped Ford front axle beam, Buickbrake drums and early Ford brakes. The frame was handmade of rectangular 2x4 inch steel tubing. The engine was a leftover from one of Roth's 1955 Chevrolets, having been removed to make way for a then-new Mark IV big-block given to him by General Motors. It was one of the very few completed cars Roth deemed to be a "mistake" because he felt the car did not show well since the heavily chromed engine and most of the chassis were hidden. The Orbitron was, in fact, one of his few customs to have a hood. Reportedly, the hydraulically operated hood did not fit well due to rushed fiberglass work.

The vehicle's most distinctive feature was its asymmetrical front end with red, green and blue tinted headlamps. It was thought that the three beams when combined would produce an intense white light; the idea came from the then-new medium of color television.

By Jerry Thompson - originally posted to Flickr as 2C7O4069, CC BY 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=5973582

By Jerry Thompson - originally posted to Flickr as 2C7O4066, CC BY 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=5973591

The Baja Bandeeto

Custom car builder and renowned painter Fritz ‘Spritz By Fritz‘ Schenck recreated with his bubble top roadster; the Baja Bandeeto.

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Is this normal?

Fortune relaxed as he settled into the surprisingly comfortable chair.  It was built similar to a dentist’s chair, but had a built-in heater and massage which Victor turned on, causing the brown and tan bunny to close his big green eyes, letting out a soft moan.

The tall zebra scientist chuckled as he patted the bunny on his shoulder.  He rubbed at the patch covering his right eye as the left, a sparkling blue gave off a mischievous twinkle.  He leaned over the top of the chair, appearing upside down to the bunny, his long, red mane cascading down over his forehead.

“Feeling good?  Getting the tension worked out of those muscles?”

“Mmm-hmm!”  He gave a luxurious stretch, dressed in a pair of green gym shorts and a white tank top.  He wiggled the toes on his big paws as he arched his back in the chair.

“Excellent.  Well, when you’re feeling nice and limbered up let me know and we can proceed.”

Fortune nodded, really enjoying the massage, wanting it to last a good long while, but eventually, reluctantly, he let the doctor know that he was ready.

“Alright, now, this experiment is to see how your own growth abilities will affect the most basic of my own growth formulae.  This particular one should give you a boost of about two feet in height.”  Victor grinned and offered him a flask with a deep purple liquid in it that seemed to sparkle and swirl, almost like a tiny galaxy was contained within.

The bunny smiled, looking at the flask for a moment, then at the zebra, “Can we keep the massage turned on in the meantime?”

“Of course!”

Grinning, the bunny downed the formula in one gulp, licking his lips as he finished.  It was a little thick and coated the inside of his mouth and throat a bit, but it tasted wonderful.  A rich, deep grape flavor that wasn’t overly sweet.  He leaned back into the chair and relaxed, letting the massage chair work its magic as he waited for the drink to kick in.  

After a few moments, he felt a slight tingling in his left hand.  It almost felt like his arm was starting to fall asleep, but lifting it was unusually difficult, it felt heavier than usual.  As he lifted his head a little to see what was happening, his green eyes snapped open wide.

“Uhhh… d.. Doc?  Is this normal?”

The zebra turned in time to see the rabbit’s left hand swelling, growing to twice its normal size.  His ear twitched at the sound of stretching cloth as he looked down to see his thigh bulging thicker, straining the cloth of his shorts as it lengthened, sliding his paw down past the footrest of the chair.  His long, lopped ears slowly widened and extended, stretching their way down so far the tips rested on the floor.

“Uh, no..  THis is decidedly not normal.  Let’s get you out of that chair.”

He was helping Fortune to sit up when there was a loud tearing noise as the rabbit blushed a deep red under his fur.  His rear and hips widened and wedged in between the arm rests, pinning him tightly in the seat.  His neck stretched as his head swelled, making the rabbit dizzy.

“Hey!  H.. help me, would you?!”

His arms and legs slowly enlarged, inflating like four furry balloons.  Huge head and neck, massive arms and legs on a mostly normal sized body gave the poor bunny a very comical appearance, but the zebra wasn’t laughing, he was trying to find the antidote for the formula in his bag.  The hydraulic tube supporting the chair began to creak and warp, slowly collapsing under its own weight.

Suddenly there was a loud rip and a crash as the rabbit’s torso finally caught up with the rest of him, leaving the rabbit as well over twice his initial height.  He crashed to the floor as the seat collapsed beneath him, his huge hands darting down to cover his suddenly nude form.

“I found the.. Antidote…  shoot..”

“Little late to save the chair, but can you get me back to normal?”

“Yeah, just open wide.”

The bunny opened his mouth as the zebra poured a similarly thick liquid onto his tongue, this one a sweet lime flavor, like a melted lollipop.  Fortune licked his chops and smiled at the relatively small doctor, grinning.

“Hey, at least they taste good!”

He sat up on the floor and rested a huge hand on Victor’s shoulder, then stared, shivering a little as he saw his fingers starting to lengthen and swell one by one.

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Sutures and Shootouts (Ghost/Reader)

CW: slow burn, gunshot wounds, stitches, ghost is afraid of needles, vaginal and anal fingering, vaginal sex, cunnilingus, reader is a medic

gender neutral AFAB reader

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The propellers were deafening as we approached the drop ship. I grunted as I adjusted my grip on the backboard. Watching the medic in front of me for his cue, we pushed the board up the ramp and set it down on a gurney. I secured the belts into place as my partner began to reassess the patient. I glanced toward the ramp. Riley glanced around, his gun at his side as he pushed the button to activate the hydraulic doors. A loud bang sounded, Simon grunted, immediately grabbing at his shoulder. The doors shut soon after, dampening the noise of the propellers. 

“Ghost, let me see,” I said, taking a step forward.

“Patient is cyanotic. I need you to place an airway,” my partner said as he pushed medications into the patient's IV. He handed me a laryngoscope and an endotracheal tube. I quickly maneuvered the scope into the mouth of the patient, slipping past the uvula and down to the epiglottis. I pushed the scope into the small muscle to make way for the tube. I slowly slid the airway past the larynx and into the trachea. I taped the end of the airway in place and positioned a mask over the patient's face. 

“You’re on bag duty,” I said to my partner as I moved, letting him take over on ventilations. My gaze flicked across the room and landed on Ghost. He was sitting on one of the bench seats, slumped over. His eyes were narrowed and his furrowed brows could be seen even through his mask. His hand was clasped tightly over his shoulder. 

“Let me see,” I said as I approached him. He shook his head, looking away toward the doors. 

“I’m fine,” he grunted. I stepped closer, reaching out to push his gear off. “I said I’m fine,” He pulled away quickly. 

“I’ll get fired if I don’t check this out, and I’m not letting a stubborn asshole take my job,” I told him as I pulled his vest off. He winced, pulling away from me. I set the vest down next to him and reached for his hoodie. 

“‘S fine,” he grunted, tugging on his sleeve. He sharply inhaled through his teeth as he attempted to tug the fabric off of his injured arm. I stuck my hand out, placing it on top of his. I slipped my other hand underneath his shirt, holding his bicep still as I pushed his forearm out of the sleeve. He held his breath as I tugged the fabric over his head. My eyes trailed to his body, old scars littered his toned abdomen. Bringing my eyes up toward the bleeding, I gazed upon a jagged, linear laceration across his shoulder. The bullet had just grazed him, but still hit some surface-level veins. I pulled a four-by-four from my pocket, pulled open the pack, and placed the cloth over his shoulder. Taking a seat, I pressed firmly into the wound to control the bleeding. 

“It just grazed you. You’ll be good after a couple stitches.” I explained. I parted my fingers, watching for any blood stains through the gauze. Patches of dark red blood slowly sank into the fabric. I pulled out another gauze, ripped it open with my teeth, and placed it on top of the soiled one. 

“You feeling okay, Lieutenant?” I asked, holding his unaffected shoulder for counterpressure. 

“I’m fine,” he said shortly.

“You’re lucky it didn’t hit your other arm. I’d hate for your sleeve to get messed up,” I said with a smile as I looked up at Simon. His brown eyes flicked across my face, narrowing quickly, and then darting away. I felt my heartbeat quicken. My lips quivered as regret washed over me. I shouldn’t have said anything. In an attempt to get my mind off of the tension, I checked the gauze for any signs of bleeding through. The cloth was still a pristine white. Taking my hand off his unaffected shoulder, I pulled a roll of curlex from my pocket and began wrapping it around the dressings. I secured everything in place with a quick knot, knowing I’d be stitching him back up at the base. I stood up, returning to the apenic Patient to take another quick set of vitals.

The loud hum of the engines dimmed as the aircraft landed back at base. The hydraulics squealed as the doors opened. A flood of medical personnel ran toward the gurney, and in an instant, they were running toward the operating room. I glanced back at Simon as he stood. He picked up his vest from the bench seat and slung it over his good shoulder. 

“Let me stitch you up,” I said, crossing my arms over my chest “Please.”

He sighed and nodded, following behind me. I walked toward the medical bay. There was a mess of scrapped sterile packets and gauze. Peering in toward the equipment, I sighed, opting to use my office instead. I nodded my head toward the end of the hall. Riley merely huffed in response. We approached the door. My name was engraved into a bronze plaque on the exterior. I slid my key into the lock and pushed the door open, flicking on the lights with my free hand. I gestured toward the examination table, stepping aside to let Riley in. He dropped his vest on my desk and took a seat on the table. I grabbed a suture kit and a topical anesthetic from an overhead cabinet. I pulled the cap off of the needle as I approached the table. Turning the vial of anesthetic upside down, I slowly drew back a dose. I perched the needle between my fingers as I cleaned his shoulder with an alcohol pad. He winced, biting down on his mask. 

“You can take that off if you want,” I mumbled as I inserted the needle into his skin. His skin, what was visible at least, turned pale. His eyes glazed over. I slipped my fingers under his mask, pulling it off. I’d seen his face before. Sharp nose, the scars that marked his cheeks, and his defined jawline. Sweat began to drip down his forehead. I held the alcohol pad under his nose. His eyelids fluttered, brown eyes locking onto me. 

“You okay Lieutenant? You almost passed out on me.” I said as I withdrew the needle. The lid of my sharps bin clattered as I pushed the used needle through. 

“I’m not good with needles,” he huffed, wiping the sweat from his forehead. I pursed my lips, stifling a laugh. “What,” He Said, cocking an eyebrow. 

“Sorry I just think it’s a bit amusing,” I said with a smile as I sunk my suture needle into his arm. He turned to look at the injury, I quickly pushed his face away with my gloved hand. “Stop looking, I don’t want you to go out again,” I told him as I tied my first stitch. I sunk my needle into his skin, applying just enough tension to get the edges of the wound to close. He looked around my office, brown eyes squinting at the pictures tacked to my corkboard. I followed his gaze as I finished up the second stitch. His eyes were set on a picture of me and my cousin. 

“That your man?” He asked, pointing at the picture. 

“Cousin,” I said, catching his gaze as he glanced at me in his peripherals. “Him and my brother are the only ones I’ve got waiting for me at home,” I continued as I finished up a third. The edges of the wound were closing nicely. The tension wasn’t too tight on his pale skin. “What about you? Got anyone waiting on you?” I asked, piercing through his skin again. 

“Not really,” He Said softly, looking away at the wall. I clenched my jaw, knowing I’d overstepped once again. I secured the stitch in silence, opting to focus on my work instead of the man sitting before me. Peering up quickly through my lashes, I noticed him staring at me as I worked.  My gaze shot back down to my work. Heat rose in my cheeks as my now trembling fingers worked to put one last stitch in place. My fingers slipped as I attempted to secure the stitch. Sighing and grabbing the thread again, I tied it in place. I grabbed some sterile dressings and secured them over the wound with tape. 

“Um, you can come see me in five days or so. I’ll take them out for you.” I said as I took off my gloves. “Try not to move your arm a whole lot. I don’t want you to pop your stitches.”

Without another word he stood up, locking eyes with me one last time before leaving my office. As soon as the door shut, I turned around, sinking into my desk chair with a sigh. 

I had feelings for him, didn’t I?

-

“And can you push your feet against my hands,” I said to the soldier as I pushed my hands against the balls of his feet. He pushed back against my hands with significant force. I pulled back, tugging off my gloves and discarding them in the trash. 

“I’m not qualified to say what it is for sure, but your vitals and your examination results are normal,” I explained. “If anything gets worse, feel free to stop by and I’ll make sure that a physician can see you.”

The man stood up and left my office. I brought my focus back to my patient paperwork. A stack of unfinished patient care reports adorned my desk. I took a seat in front of the stacks of papers, sighing as I skimmed across the forms. 

“Ahem,” a deep voice said quietly, snapping me from my thoughts. I snapped my head toward the door, locking eyes with a familiar masked face. He was holding a dressing to his arm. The sleeve of his shirt bunched up around his shoulder. 

“Ghost, is everything okay?” I asked, standing up. His brown eyes flicked across the room, and then back to me. Tapping his fingers against his arm, he stepped forward, pulling back the gauze to reveal a broken stitch. 

“Got a bit rough while training some new recruits. Figured you can patch me back up,” he explained. I reached out, gently brushing my fingers against his bicep as I examined the stitches. One of the sutures in the middle of the wound had opened up. I nodded as I reached for a pair of vinyl gloves. With my other hand, I pushed him towards the table. 

“Sit down then. I’ll place another,” I told him as I reached for a kit. I brought the needle and thread over to the examination table, setting them on a tray with a soft thud. I pulled a vial of topical anesthetic from a drawer and drew it up into a needle. I stole glances at him as I cleaned the site with a prep pad. His brown eyes flicked up and down my face. I felt a noticeable heat rise to my cheeks as I injected the anesthetic into his skin. He squeezed his eyes shut, inhaling deeply as I pushed down on the plunger. I gently rubbed over the skin as I withdrew the needle. 

“You feeling okay?” I asked, squeezing his bicep lightly. He silently nodded with his eyes still closed. “Do you want to take the mask off? If you’re about to pass out I think it would be a good idea,” I added. With his unaffected arm, he reached up and pushed the mask up over his nose. His lips were parted and he was breathing heavily. I quickly placed another suture in place so I could shift my focus to his breathing. As I moved in closer I noticed his skin was growing pale and clammy. I grabbed one of the patient care reports and began using it to fan him off. I grabbed his wrist to quickly check for a pulse. It was elevated but strong against my fingers. Slowly his color began to return and the drops of sweat dripping down from his mask began to evaporate. I sighed, placing the now bloodied care report back on top of the pile. 

“Do you want some water?” I asked as I peeled my gloves off. 

“Yeah, sorry,” he mumbled. I turned away, approaching the mini fridge behind my desk. A wave of cool are hit my skin as I opened the door. I pulled out a bottle of water for Simon and a juice box for me. Leaning against my desk, I held out the bottle for him. He grabbed it with a small nod. 

“Just stay here for a bit until you’re ready to stand up,” I told him as I took a sip of my juice. He shifted his weight onto one of his hips and reached into his back pocket. He pulled out a small red package and held it out to me. I glanced down at the packet and back up to his face. In his hand was a pouch of Skittles. It wasn’t something you’d regularly come across on base, and it also happened to be my favorite candy. The corners of my lips curled up into a smile as I accepted his gift. 

“How did you know these were my favorites?” I asked, setting the candy down on my desk. 

“I asked your partner. I mean’ it to be a sort of apology gift,” he explained while taking a small sip of water. 

“Apology for what?” I asked, tapping my fingers against the mahogany wood of my desk. Simon looked away, pursing his lips, and then parting them to speak. 

“I felt like I might’ve been a little bit of an arse to you. You were only doin’ your job.” 

My eyes widened. I didn’t expect someone of his rank to be so thoughtful, even going out of his way to find out my favorite candy. Thinking back to the pushback he gave me on the ship, it was minimal, and most likely fueled by the heightened emotions at the time. I leaned forward, placing my hand on his wrist. 

“You’re the one who usually gives orders. I can imagine it felt a bit weird to take them, especially from someone like me.” I said with a smile. In comparison to patients of mine who have spat at me and hit me, snarky comments and mild resistance are something I’d take any day. 

“And what do you mean by that, dear?” He asked, taking another sip of water. My heart stopped at the name he'd given me. I looked away abruptly as I felt another wave of heat ignite in my cheeks. 

“I don’t know,” I sputtered out quickly, taking my hand off of his arm. He huffed with a smile as he took another sip from his drink. He sat up, sliding off of the table with a thud as his boots hit the linoleum. I rushed to his side, holding my hands out in case his steps grew unsteady. 

“Take it easy lieutenant, these tiles don’t need any more blood on them.” My fingers brushed against his back as I followed him to the door. He twisted the knob and pulled it open.

“You know, you blush like you're still in primary school, dear,” he said with a smirk as he left. My paces halted to a dead stop as I felt my knees grow weak. I watched as he turned down the hallway and then quickly shut the door. I fell back against the frame, sinking to the ground as I drowned in embarrassment.

Eventually, after gaining the strength to stand, I moved to my desk, examining the tower of paperwork in front of me. 

“Simon fuckin’ Riley,” I mumbled to myself as I shook my head. “You’ll be the death of me, won’t you.”

-

For the next few days, I made myself scarce, leaving the brunt of the cases to my partner, much to his chagrin. I made excuse after excuse. I was overloaded with paperwork. I was burnt out. Patients had specifically asked for him. One of our EMTs needed help studying for an upcoming assessment. A patient requested to be assessed in my office instead of the bay. No lie I told could stop the barrage of pounding on my door. I stood up from my desk and quickly scattered some instruments in an attempt to make myself busy. Pulling the door open I was met with my partner's reddened face. He dragged me by the wrist, pulling me toward the medical bay. The scene before me was hectic. Battered and bloodied soldiers took up almost all of the available beds. Comrades stood waiting in the hallway for news about their friends. I stepped past the dividers and pulled on a set of gloves. Just as the vinyl snapped tight against my wrist, my eyes met his. Sitting in the corner of the bay, casually stretched out in a chair. I quickly placed my gloved hand over a sucking chest wound, and thus I was thrown into the chaos of another sleepless night.

My fingers gripped tight on the patient as the doctor set his shoulder back into place. He bit down on the cloth in his mouth

“I’ll tell you what, if I could I’d-” the soldier started

“Yeah, yeah, sleep it off, private.” I huffed as I walked toward my office. The flood of soldiers had either been sent off to surgery, their dorms, or the morgue. I ended up hearing from a sergeant that one of our airships had come into contact with some sort of explosive, explaining the horde of patients. 

As I approached my door, a hand gripped my shoulder. I turned around, teeth clenching as that set of deep brown eyes stared me down. 

“Ghost,” I mumbled as I stepped into my office. Without a word, he followed. I sank down into my chair, sighing as my aching feet could finally rest. 

“Where have you been?” He asked, stepping closer. He shifted his weight onto one of his feet. His hands slid into his front pockets. 

“Busy,” I mumbled as I leaned back in my chair. He looked around my office, chuckling lightly.

“I can tell,” his eyes focused on me again, flicking down to my body, and then back up to my face. I kept my gaze fixed on his. He stayed silent as he leaned against my desk. My pulse began to quicken as he got closer. Feigning composure, I cocked my eyebrow at him. He hummed as he tapped his fingers against the wood. 

“You said five days.” He started, “It’s been six, but god are you hard to get ahold of.”

I recall telling him I’d remove the stitches in five days. I stood up, wincing as the ache in my feet returned. He stayed put, blocking my path to the examination table. 

“If I didn’t know any better I would’ve thought I’d scared ya off.” He said with a crooked smile. 

“It’s a Good thing you know better then, isn’t it?” I quipped. Having enough of his cockiness for today, I brushed past him on my way to grab my scissors. 

“Oh come on, you’re cute when you’re flustered.” His boots made a dull thud on the linoleum as he approached me from behind. I felt the heat of his breath tickling the back of my neck. I spun on my heel to face him. He quickly placed his hand on the wall above me, caging me in with his broad torso. 

“If I didn’t know any better, I would’ve thought you’d popped that stitch just to see me.”

He was silent, eyes wide. It was a hunch, just a hunch, that I had. As far as I was aware, training wasn’t scheduled for that day. It was a Sunday after all. His look of shock confirmed my thoughts. I’d caught him. 

“Lieutenant, you look quite cute when you’re flustered,” I said with a shit-eating grin. 

Maybe it was the fact that I was a paramedic, or maybe it was drilled into my head after my time in the military, but I wasn’t going to let him see me as someone so eagerly conquered. I gripped his mask, partly to pull him close, and partly to pull it up over his nose. As if I snapped him from his shock, he quickly moved his hands to my waist, fingers digging into my bloodied uniform. His breath fanned over my face. His eyes flicked back and forth between my lips and my eyes. 

“If you don’t want this, you need to tell me now,” he said sternly. His fingers impatiently kneaded my sides. This time using the collar of his shirt, I pulled him in for a kiss. Our lips mashed together harshly, moving against each other in perfect sync. His hand slid down my back, over my ass, and to the back of my thigh. He gripped my thigh tightly, tugging it up and over his hip. Even through the layers of tactical gear, I could feel his stiff cock pressing into me. I moaned against his mouth as he rutted his hips against me. He pulled my other leg over his hips, hands slipping under my ass to stabilize me. I hooked my arms around the back of his neck and pulled him back into a heated kiss. He slipped his tongue into my mouth, colliding with my own in a messy battle for dominance. Drool ran down my parted lips, partly from his intrusion, and partly due to the way he rocked his hips against my aching core. My fingers slid under his mask and tugged it the rest of the way off. I carded my fingers through his short blonde hair, pinching the strands between my knuckles and pulling. He moaned into my mouth and sped up the movements of his hips. A knock at my door drew me from my bliss. Simon quickly set me down on my feet. I wiped the saliva off of my lips with a sleeve. Noticing his mask on the floor, I picked it up and quickly slipped it into my back pocket. I pointed to the exam table. Getting the hint, he took a seat, pretending to act injured. I pulled open my office door and was met with my partner. 

“Need your signature on this paperwork,” he explained as he handed me a clipboard and pen. I quickly, and messily, signed on the line labeled “witness signature” before handing the papers back to him. 

“Good work out there, man,” I said as I patted him on the shoulder.

“Oh, can you help me put these backboards away? Greyson cleaned 'em all for us,” he asked. I nodded, quickly shooting a glance back at Simon who was staring down at his phone.

“Yeah, just let me wrap this up. I’ll meet you out there,” I said, gesturing to the blonde behind me. My partner nodded and started down the hallway. I turned toward the table and quickly approached Simon. Leaning in with my hand resting on his thigh, I spoke quietly next to my ear. 

“I’ll meet you back at your room, just give me twenty minutes.” I slid my hand up his thigh until my fingers just barely brushed against his hardened cock. His hips twitched. I withdrew my hand and spun on my heel, leaving him alone in my office. 

My heart was pounding in my ears as I stood in front of his door. I slowly reached my hand out and tapped my knuckles against the wood. The door swung open. A toned arm reached out to pull me inside. My body was swiftly pushed up against the door. My eyes widened when I saw him. He’d changed out of his tactical gear, instead opting for just a pair of low-hanging gray sweatpants. What a fuckin’ tease. His lips crashed against mine as his hands worked to quickly unbutton my uniform top. Heat rushed to my face as he tossed the fabric aside. His focus went to my belt, nimble fingers quickly slid the leather from my belt loops. He dropped to my knees and looked up at me through his lashes as he undid my quick lace boots. The sight of him kneeling before me was dizzying. I ran my fingers through his hair as he helped me out of my boots. He then moved to my pants, undoing the buttons and easing them down my hips. He pressed soft kisses to my bare thighs as he pulled the fabric down to my ankles. I gripped his chin, tilting his head up to look at me. I stepped to the side, leaving my pants on the ground. I glanced at him over my shoulder as I walked towards his bed. I slowly crawled onto his mattress and turned to lay on my back against his pillows. He stood up, making his way to the mattress. His brown eyes scanned every detail of my body. He kneeled between my legs, running his hands over my thighs. I crossed my ankles behind his back, pulling his hips closer to mine. He propped himself up on his elbows and leaned in to kiss me. With a groan, he began to move his hips against me. I could feel a damp spot in my underwear that began to grow. My stomach fluttered as he began to kiss down my neck, sucking roughly on my skin. His hands glided up over my hip bones, over my ribs, and under the band of my sports bra. He pawed at my chest, tweaking my nipples between his fingers. I twitched, my hips bucking forward into his growing bulge. He groaned as he slipped the spandex over my head. His lips latched onto one of my nipples while his hands occupied the other. He gently sunk his teeth into the sensitive skin, earning a whine from me. I watched as he pulled back, tugging on my skin. 

“Ghost-“ I Said breathlessly. He hummed, bringing his mouth to my other nipple and circling his tongue around it. He palmed my cunt through the thin fabric of my underwear. He groaned, pulling back from my chest and focusing his attention between my legs. 

“I haven’t even done anything and you’ve already soaked through,” he said in a deep voice, pupils dilating as he looked at the mess between my legs. He slipped his fingers under the waistband of my underwear, roughly pulling them over my hips and down my legs. I yelped as my body jolted from the force. He placed his hands on top of my knees and slowly spread my legs. I looked away, feeling another wave of heat on my skin. My head began to spin as he pressed gentle kisses to my inner thighs, slowly creeping toward my center. Pushing my knees further apart, he licked a thick stripe up my cunt. 

“Ghost-” I said breathlessly as I gripped his sheets. He moaned against my skin, sending vibrations up my spine. He flicked his tongue against my clit as his fingers kneaded my thighs. The warmth that enveloped my cheeks spread down my neck and through my extremities. His brown eyes looked up at me through his blonde eyelashes. His cheeks were dusted with a light blush and his hips steadily grinded against the mattress. His lips wrapped around my clit, sucking harshly. My thighs quaked and squeezed around his head. With a grunt he pushed one of my legs up to my chest, not daring to break contact with my clit. 

“Ghost,” I whimpered, “you're so good,” I praised him. I reached down between my legs and slipped my fingers through his damp hair. He pulled back, snapping me out of my haze. His teeth sank into my inner thigh. Two of his fingers circled my entrance, slowly sinking in up to the first knuckle. His fingers were thick and calloused, and the way they rubbed against my walls had me drooling. He pulled out, rubbing his fingers up my saliva-soaked cunt, and then dipping back down again. His fingers slipped in easier, meeting less resistance as he slowly worked me open. He kissed over the red marks he left on my thigh before focusing his attention back on my clit. 

My body was quivering as his fingers hit every right spot inside me. A stream of moans slipped past my tongue, only to be muffled as I clamped my hand over my mouth. 

“Baby,” He Said with a Kiss to my thigh, “let me hear you.” He pulled his sodden fingers out of me and lightly smacked my cunt with the palm of his hand. The sound that came out of me was too loud, too desperate to be muffled. I buried my hand in the sheets again. My knuckles turned white from the force. He thrust his fingers back into me, starting up a fast pace with a force strong enough to have my body bouncing against his knuckles. With a groan, he leaned in, bringing his tongue back to my clit. My hips rocked against his mouth. He chuckled at my desperation, opting to flick his tongue against me with more fervor. 

“Ghost!” I cried out as my hips began to move on their own. “Fuck I’m so close!” He pulled his face back, instead opting to use the thumb on his unoccupied hand to drive me closer to my orgasm. My grip on his hair tightened. A flood of static washed over me as my muscles spasm uncontrollably. With a loud cry, I reached my climax. My vision turned to white, and my eyes stung as they rolled into the back of my head. 

“That’s it, bein' so fuckin’ good for me, aren’t’cha,” Simon said as he sat back on his shins, watching me slowly come out of my haze. My chest heaved as I tried to catch my breath. Droplets of sweat ran down my chest and dampened the hair covering the nape of my neck. 

“You’re cute when you cum,” he said as he stood up off of the bed. He pushed his sweats down his hips. My eyes widened as I watched his cock spring free. It was thick, and flushed, with a string of precum beading from the tip. 

“Ghost, I don’t think it’s gonna fit,” I told him as he stepped out of the sweats. He grabbed my ankles and pulled me toward the edge of the bed. My fingers dug into the mattress as he pulled me even closer. My ass was hanging off the bed. I firmly shifted my weight onto my shoulders, propping myself up to watch as he lined his cock up with my entrance. 

“I’ll make it fit,” he huffed, running the head of his cock up and down my cunt. “You on the pill?”

“Implant,” I responded.

“Good, 'cause I don’t like to wrap it up.” He pushed forward sinking just his tip inside me. I threw my head back against the pillows, moaning at the stretch of his cock. His head hung low, lips parted as he eased his way inside me. I felt full, filled to the brim, but he kept pushing forward. I bit down on my lip until a twinge of metal soaked my tastebuds. 

“Hang on,” He muttered as he pulled out. He threw open his bedside drawer, digging through its contents until he pulled out a clear bottle. I watched as he popped open the cap and drizzled the lube over his cock. With his free hand, he stroked his shaft, spreading the wetness over his skin. Tossing the bottle aside, he quickly stepped forwards and pushed into my cunt once again. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as he slid in with much less resistance. 

“There we go, Open up for me,” He groaned as he started to slowly pull back. My toes curled as he quickly shoved himself back in at a rough pace. I threw my head back against the covers, savoring the way his thrusts made my body bounce against him. My legs thrashed as he circled my clit with his thumb.

“Simon!” I cried as tears began to well in my eyes. “Too much!”

“Oh come on, baby. Your clits practically beggin’ for it. Who am I to deny,” he grunted, voice trembling with every rough thrust against my cervix. The muscles in my stomach tightened as I rapidly approached my second orgasm. 

“You’re fuckin-“ he gasped, “squeezin’.” His thrusts grew more intense. His cock head pounding against my cervix sparked a delicious pain that had me gripping even harder on his cock.

“Simon, cum with me, please.” I whimpered as I reached out to tweak one of his nipples. He threw his head back groaning loudly as his hips drew back and forth. My throat grew sore as a flood of moans broke past my vocal chords. I cried out his name as I lost myself again. He moaned, hips twitching as warmth filled my insides. I looked at him through my fluttering eyelids. His brows were furrowed, lips plump and slick with saliva. His eyes opened and settled on my flushed face. He slowly pulled out, drawing my attention to the mess between my legs. I felt his cum slowly drip out of me and run down my ass. His eyes widened, cock stiffening again as he watched my twitching cunt. 

“Fuck, you really took all of me, doll.” He bit his lip and began to knead my ass. 

“You wanna go again, Lieutenant?” I asked, sliding my hand down my body and spreading my cunt for him. He grunted and brought his hand to his cock, giving it a couple of pumps. 

“Turn around for me,” he said, gesturing with his finger. I flipped onto my stomach, wiggling my ass just to tease him even more. He spread my cheeks and stood back to watch as another stream of his cum dripped from my cunt. 

“You want me to fuck another load into you?” He asked, gripping my hair tightly. 

“Yes sir,” I said, moving my ass. His hand harshly landed on my skin, drawing a moan from me. 

“Want me to fill your cunt, aye?” He said, punctuating his words with another smack. 

“Mmmh fuck me, lieutenant!” I moaned as I felt the head of his cock press into my hole. With a grunt he pushed forward, fully sheathing himself. My head dropped. I bit down on his blanket to muffle the influx of high-pitched moans arising from my stomach. He grunted and made what sounded like a spitting noise. I was too fucked out to pay attention to what he was doing, but eventually, I felt the intrusion of his fingers at my ass. He started with his index, slowly sinking it in, testing how tight my muscles were. He groaned, speeding up his hips as he curled his finger. 

“Spread your ass. Wanna see you take my fingers,” he ordered as he slipped a second spit-soaked finger into my ass. I let out a muffled moan as I spread myself for him. He groaned, pushing his fingers deeper into me. “Oh I can feel my dick in ye like this,” he groaned, angling his hips up. 

A fire ignited in my extremities as his cock hit every single nerve ending inside of me. With the added pressure of his fingers, I felt like he was damn near close to splitting me open. My toes dug into the carpet as I crawled further and further into my ecstasy. 

“Baby, you’re clenchin’. You gonna cum again? What is that, number three?” I could hear the smirk in his voice as he gripped my hip, pulling my ass back onto his dick. I nodded, choking out a sob against his soaked blankets. “Maybe next time I’ll fuck your arse. You seem to like- it,” his words were cut off by a moan. His thrusts grew sloppier, the pace erratic as he approached his climax. With a particularly deep thrust of his cock, I lost myself, screaming his name out as my legs turned to jelly. He slid his fingers out and used the palm of his hand to give me another hard smack to my ass. His hips stilled. My body heaved as I choked out a sob, maybe from the pleasure, maybe from the growing pain in my cervix. 

The mattress dipped as he climbed into bed. His hands gripped my sore hips and tugged me back into his embrace. My breathing was labored as I attempted to catch my breath. Simon softly pressed kisses against my jawline, stroking over my stomach lightly. 

“Fuck, Simon. I could feel you in my goddamn lungs.” I said with a chuckle, placing my hand over his. 

“Told you I'd make it fit,” he said with another kiss to my jaw. We sat in silence, only interrupted by the sound of each other's breath. I could feel his heart pounding against my back, a strong, fast rhythm. He slotted one of his legs between mine. Our limbs began to tangle as I pulled him closer to me. His lips moved to the back of my neck, and my shoulder. Not a single millimeter was left without a kiss. My lips curled Into a smile, and I reached my hand back to grab at his hip.

“So what about my stitches?” Simon asked against the skin of my shoulder. 

“We can leave it for another day. Just don’t make me leave this bed right now, Simon.”

Masterlist

[fakegingerrights]

A Little Support

[Wrecker x Medic!reader, warnings for mentions of medical issues, other than that just fluff! Oh, established situationship, kinda, nothing too lovey dovey. I write with a female reader in mind but try and keep it gender neutral so tell me if I mess up.]

“Hunterrrrr.” You smiled slightly as you hear Wrecker’s groan from the hall. Hunter had called earlier, said he wanted you to look Wrecker over. The bad batch had no real medic, so finding proper care was hard.

“C’mon big guy, they’re your favorite.” You snorted quietly at Hunter’s coaxing tone. “You were so sore after this last mission you could hardly lift your arms. They’re just gonna check and make sure you haven’t pulled anything.”

Wrecker huffed, and rolled your eyes. Pressing a button on the desk you opened the door to your small private workspace. Wrecker jumped a little at the suddenness, but Hunter just rolled his eyes.

“You boys gonna sit out there arguing all day or come in.” You sass, standing up and walking over to the exam table crammed into a corner, unrolling a fresh layer of tissue paper on top. Hunter patted Wrecker’s shoulder.

“Go on, Wrecker. I’ve got some paperwork to finish.” He started to walk away, leaving a slightly bewildered Wrecker.

“You’re not staying?” He called at Hunter’s back. You chuckled, fussing with a drawer full of instruments.

“Oh come on, Wreck, I don’t bite.” You smiled innocently at him.

“No… you stab though.” He mumbled, walking over to the exam table and flopping down with a grunt, wincing a little and not even trying to hide it. “Tech’s gotten enough sedatives to know that.”

“No needles today, promise.” You march up to him and fold your arms. “Stiffness in your shoulders, huh?”

Wrecker nods. “Just a little bit though. It’s been worse. Long necks always brushed it off so I do too for th’ most part.” You frown a little. Kaminoans brushing something off? Especially a long term injury?

“Armor off, top half only.” You think, trying to remember if you knew where they were coming back from. “Blacks too, if you’re comfortable.”

Your frown deepened as he rolled down the top half of his blacks. Bruises and scrapes were dusted across his back, stretching all the way down to the bottom of his ribcage. His armor had taken the most of it, but it looked like he had been thrown pretty hard against something.

“Maker, Wreck! What happened? Did you have Tech look you over?” You asked, instantly grabbing a tube of bacta gel from the cabinet behind him.

“Wall was in my way. Tech said it wasn’t bad, just a deep… fancy word for bruising that starts with C.”

“Contusion?” You supply, pulling latex gloves on before you began applying the bacta to the worst of the bruising.

“That’s the word.”

You kicked the bottom drawer out off the table, the drawer being sealed off to make a step so you could reach his shoulders. “How long have you had soreness like this? Your shoulders are really inflamed.”

“Uh, always?” He sounded confused. “Tech said it was probably ‘cause of my size.”

You nodded, not that he could see it. “Does wearing your armor help?”

“Kinda, with m’back.” He rolled his shoulders as you finished, and a small part of you took a moment to appreciate the slow ripple of muscle. Wrecker’s good eye lit up as he noticed you staring and he winked with his bad one. You just rolled your eyes fondly.

“I’m gonna try some stuff, wear it for tonight and tomorrow, ok? I’m gonna see if I can wrap your shoulders and back, since I doubt we carry a brace in your size.” You grabbed a roll of kinesiology tape from yet another drawer, a couple different kinds after a moment of considering. “Got all different colors and everything.”

“What’s it gonna do?” He looked at the different rolls.

“It’s… hmm. You know the hydraulics under the ramp of your ship?” You ask. He nods.

“Yeah, Tech’s had me lift the ramp when he fixes ‘em.”

“Ok. Think of those hydraulics as your muscles, and the ramp hinge as the joint. Without the hydraulics working, the ramp breaks, right?” Wrecker takes a moment to think about this for nodding.

“Yeah. This last mission it broke while Cross was usin’ it as a ledge to line a shot up off of and it almost dumped him into a canyon!” Wrecker laughed. You chuckled as well, while also making a mental note to drag Crosshair in by the backplate if need be.

Wrecker seemed pleased at getting to laugh nonetheless. You tapped the rolls of tape. “Right, like the ramp then. These help your muscles along a bit, so there isn’t as much strain on the hinges, your joints. It also is good for taking the strain off in general.”

Wrecker nods, following along. “They go on my skin? And stay there?”

“A couple days if you can keep yourself from tearing them off.” You supplied. “Ok, scoot. I gotta sit behind you to do this. Wrecker slid to the edge of the table and you climbed up behind him, grunting as you kicked off the ground to hoist yourself up. The bench height table for Wrecker came almost up to your ribs.

He held still as you took the backing off a piece of tape and pressed it to his shoulder, stretching it as you pressed it down until it was fully on before rubbing it to seal it in place. Wrecker’s skin practically radiated heat as you worked, forcing you to push away the urge to just press yourself against him and doze. It had been a long day.

Wrecker was quiet as you worked, a tension you hadn’t noticed seeping out of him as he slowly relaxed into your touch as you worked your way down his back with the kinesiology tape. You added a second layer on his lower back to help the strain on the muscles there before going back up to his neck one last time to double check everything, smoothing a hand down the patchwork of brightly colored tape.

“Ok, how does that feel?” You asked, sitting back a bit. You couldn’t see his face but Wrecker seemed to pout a bit at the loss of contact. He stood up and stretched, several joints cracking as he rolled his shoulders.

“Kinda weird.” He grunts. You snort.

“Yeah, it will. That’s just temporary until we can get you proper braces.” You smile softly and pass him the top of his blacks. He pulls it on, giving you one last chance to discretely admire the amount of work the kaminoans put into him even if they are heartless sleemos who screwed up a perfectly good man in their desperation for a perfect specimen.

Wrecker pulled his head out through the top and you looked away, flushing slightly and clearing your throat. “Is that everything, trooper? Not gonna pull a Crosshair and try and hide injuries from me?” You tease as he tucks his stack of armor plates under his arm.

“Hah, we might have to drag you back to the barracks t’ look at him.” He shot right back.

“I can make a house call later.” You begin collecting your mess of flimsi and datachips from your desk. You were surprised when scarred hands helped you with the mess, pushing the pile into a neat stack and dropping them on the desk to even it out before handing it to you. It was hard to tell on his dark skin, but his ears were looking a little red.

“And if I want you down there in case I mess the tape up?” He asks, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand.

“Wrecker, are you trying to take me home for the night.” You lean forward on your desk, watching as his eyes go wide and his entire face goes red as he tries to explain himself. “Relax, I knew what you meant.”

You knock your hip against his as you pass, taking the flimsi stack. You bounce right off, but Wrecker still seems a little stunned.

“I’m gonna change and grab dinner for us, ok? After all, Crosshair probably needs to be checked after he nearly fell down a cliff.” You were playing coy and you knew it, but Wrecker still lit up like a kid remembering their birthday was tomorrow. You watched in amusement as he fistpumped the air in celebration before realizing you were watching him.

“Oh. Uh, I’ll see you soon?”

“Sure, Wreck. See you soon.”

[angel-0f-verdun]

7 Missile Lock

Authors Note:

Everyone, I appreciate your continued support, I am so sorry it took so long to get this going again. I have moved and life is a bit messy at the moment but I wanted to get this out. For those waiting for Desert Umbra I am working on it, I promise. Right now my heart is set on Top Gun, but I will be putting out another chapter for Desert as soon as I can. I appreciate you all.

AngeDeVerdun

Previous chapter

I started my walk around the plane, making sure to check every inch of my metal beast. Everything seemed to be in order on the outside, I jumped inside and checked all my switches, ensuring they were in the right positions. I turned on the master switch and waited for a second as the indicators started working, plugging the connections of my helmet into the plane. Then turned on my avionics switch, and listened to the fans kick on. When I knew they were in working order I moved on. I proceeded to input the Automatic Terminal Information Service (ATIS) frequency and turned up the volume so I could hear it without putting on my helmet. I adjusted the other volume knob for Doe, using my muscle memory to determine what she liked. I input the sea level pressure into the altimeter and wrote down the letter that this hour’s weather corresponded to and any airport notes I may need. I also input the numbers for the fuel I had until bingo. I didn’t worry about my weapons counters as this was a simulation/training flight, nothing was going to be active. I looked at the switch for my hook bypass and switched it to field instead of carrier. Then turned on all my lights, I first looked around myself at the wings and tail to see if I could see all my lights. I could see a majority of them but decided I needed to get out of the plane and make sure they were all indeed working. I wouldn’t want our team to be patronized because I didn’t check the lights.

As I made my way down the ladder, I could feel the skin on my hand ripping more with the movements I had been putting it through. I sucked in a sharp breath through my teeth as I moved it more to loosen it up before the flight started. I watched the bright lights through my peripheral vision so as not to hurt my eyes when I finished I climbed back inside the cockpit, moved my helmet aside, and set it on my lap. The last thing to do was to flip the lever on the hydraulic transfer pump to shut it off. I tuned into the ground frequency. 

“Miramar ground, Reaper, would you connect our ground electric power?” I asked them. I then hooked up my mask to the oxygen tube. I covered my face with my mask and flipped the switch and inhaled, feeling the air hit my lungs. I watched the instruments come to life, closing my eyes and listening to the hum, uncaging my standby instruments. I reached up with my left hand and closed the canopy, I watched Doe give me a thumbs up in the mirror above me as she covered her mouth and nose with her mask. 

“Comm check, Doe, can you hear me?” I asked her. 

“Loud and clear Reaper” She replied as she continued her own checks, including arming the ejection seats. I cranked my left engine and powered it up watching my RPMs, then let it go to idle and tested the other one. 

“Copy,” I told her as I continued my flow checking our lights inside the cockpit, and the fire detection system, which ignited the sounds and warning lights.

“Miramar ground, this is Reaper you can disconnect us.” I told them.

“Disconnecting, you are good to go.” I watched the ground personnel clear out of the way as I bumped our throttles a little and held the brakes. 

“Miramar ground this is Reaper with November, at hanger 3 requesting a northwest departure for a training exercise, run up is complete.” I told them. 

“Reaper continue to runway two four right via golf and papa, then hold short of runway two four.”

“Taxi to runway two four right via golf and papa and hold short.” I abbreviated their language happily as I revved the engines and taxied to where we needed to go. 

“You ready Reaper?” I heard Doe ask me as I made the first left turn. I smiled looking at my surroundings, glancing back in the mirror at her. 

“Yeah, I think so. We’ll see how we do and how we compare to the rest of the group. Don’t be nervous, it’s the first flight, they can’t be too tough on us.” I told her, my eyes locked on a plane coming in hot and low to the right near the tower as I turned onto taxiway papa.

“Is that?” I heard Doe ask briefly. I knew exactly who that was, Maverick and Goose. I held short of the runway tuning into the tower's frequency. I rolled my eyes, Maverick was not going to make it easy for me to get out if he did what I thought he was doing, buzzing the tower. 

“Yes, our two idiots. They always have to make a scene.” I breathed out annoyed with the showmanship of Maverick. 

“I guess this means they did well.” Doe sighed out. I was starting to get annoyed with her lack of confidence, I brushed off the comment and waited til Maverick and Goose had blown my ears out with their inopportune flyby. 

“Miramar tower, this is Reaper holding short of runway two four right. Think we can get a departure in before Maverick lands?” I asked them.

“What’s wrong Reaper? Jealous?” I heard Maverick’s voice come through the frequency, I rolled my eyes I would tear him apart the next time I saw him. 

“Reaper, no delay, fly straight out runway two four right cleared for take off.” Tower cleared us to go as they also ignored Maverick and his bullshit. 

“No delay, fly straight out runway two four cleared for takeoff,” I confirmed, as I taxied out to the runway and gradually put in full power. The plane lurched beneath me, the power throwing me back into the seat. I maintained the center line with my rudder and waited for my speed to climb to what I needed for us to get off the ground. When I reached take-off speed, I pulled up slowly taking us into a climb at a few knots faster and lesser angle of attack. I put my gear up happily getting rid of the drag that accumulated over the wheels. Immediately I felt the plane pull us forward.

“Maverick do a right 360 and set yourself up for a downwind entry landing,” Tower advised him as I tried to tune him out.

“Copy that, right 360 for a downwind entry to land.” He repeated the instructions to the tower.

“Reaper, you’re cleared to turn right to heading three one zero, frequency change approved, tune into practice area frequency 125.3. See you later, and good luck.”

“Cleared to three one zero, changing frequency 125.3, thank you, see you soon,” I told them, lifting my finger from the push-to-talk button. As I dialed in the frequency I heard Doe exhale. When we were in these kinds of training exercises she had a stressful aura about her. It put me on edge but I tried to ignore the tense air between us. I suppressed the urge to start a conversation and instead busied myself with getting to our altitude of 13,000ft. I knew we were far enough from the airspace of Miramar to get up to altitude as soon as possible. 

“Ladies, this is your first hop, the gen 2 you are flying against are smaller, faster, and more maneuverable just like the enemy MiGs. The clock is ticking and as of now we are keeping score.” I heard Jester say to us.

“Left and low, they’re coming up fast, get ready,” Doe replied reading me the closing altitude between us. I forced our throttles forward immediately feeling the plane react to the movements almost instantaneously as I pulled us into a straight climb, looping around so that Jester would be in our forefront, however, my efforts were in vain as the plane had already disappeared by the time I was in position. 

“Where’d he go Doe?” I asked her as she was frantically looking around, no doubt. 

“I– I don’t see him, he must be to our left and just out of my sight.” I nodded taking her note into account, I banked hard right weaving us around and putting us into a slight dive so Doe could have better visibility.

“I see him. Off our right, still low and behind.” She advised me.

“So even though he’s faster he’s lagging behind us on purpose.” I thought out loud so Doe would know my process. Even though she was my RIO, we worked together as a team through situations such as these. It’s what I would want my pilot to do if I were a RIO. 

“Doe, I’m gonna hit the brakes, he’ll fly right by, hopefully we can get a missile lock on him,” I told her.

“Let’s do it Reaper.” She confirmed my plans. I set my plan into action turning off the burners and lessening the throttles I pitched down to gain a little speed and have Jester fly by us. He did, I put the power back in and cruised behind him chasing him for once. I got him in my sights attempting to lock on him with my targeting system. However, the little bugger moved too quickly for my reflexes, my hand was pulsing in pain at this point with how much I pushed the threshold.

“Fuck. I can’t get him.” I said to Doe, upset that I wasn’t performing my best. He curved around behind us and I put the burners back on attempting to get away, but that lack of acceleration for a split second caused him to get a missile lock on us. The alarm blared in my ears and immediately my perspective changed.

I was flying in the mountains in Bosnia. The views were to die for, flying in this place was like a whole other world, I had never experienced this before. It was calming and beautiful with the pine trees, mountains, and crisp winter air. The snow that covered the area was pure and untouched. Why we were in the area was unimportant to me, all I knew was that we were here for reconnaissance, nothing more. My RIO and I had decided to divert from our original plan and take a detour against our better judgment. I was more like Maverick back then, uncalculated in my decisions and rash. The world was against Jax Taylor and I at this very moment. I felt the cold metal of my ring against my finger smiling as I looked down at the scenery. A happy memory was born, my fiancé and I were flying together with little to management’s knowledge. 

“Where are we?” I asked him. 

“301506.5 1150 confirmed, sectors have been confirmed.” He told me the numbers, but it didn’t make any sense. 

“Are you sure, Casanova?” I asked, confirming what he was saying on my map and looking out the window. 

“I’m reading it right here Dice.” He said to me annoyance slipping into his voice. I sighed knowing that this was not where we were.

“Well, we’re flying over a lake,” I said to him.

“Goddamnit, well one thank you goes out to the U.S. intelligence community.” He said saluting in the mirror looking at me. 

“Yet another useless mission for the American taxpayer.” I quipped. 

“Wait, hold on I’m getting something in sector 4.” He told me. 

“That doesn’t make any sense, that’s a demilitarized zone over there. We’re not supposed to go there either.” I told him as I started mindlessly turning the aircraft about 10 degrees and back, my eyes focused on the area he was talking about. The area was shielded by trees, but you could see there was a bit of deforestation taking place just north of the tree line. 

“When has that ever stopped you before? But my scope doesn’t lie, Dice, there’s something there.” He told me, adamant to get over to that sector. He never really understood my struggles as a female fighter pilot and I was already on thin ice with the brass. It was only one mission where we would deviate.

“Hey, we’re on recon, let’s recon something.” He argued with my judgment.

“See with that logic I can’t possibly argue with you, plus we have a shiny new camera to test out.” I easily agreed, not even thinking about the consequences of doing so. 

“There you go. ECM is cleared, GPS is synced, putting in the coordinates, steady up zero three four, and fly the director.” He replied as I banked to the left to get us over the area he had pointed out. 

“Standby for roll… Now.” I told him as I got closer, turning on the burners in case we needed to get out of there fast.

“Rolling digital.” He confirmed the camera's action. I maneuvered us to get out of the area, straight ahead back into a safe zone, also known as the lines we were supposed to be flying. Little alarms distracted me as I asked Casanova what was happening. 

“What’s going on??” I asked him as I knew his eyes were on the radar more than mine were at the moment.

“Holy shit, we’re being painted!!” Casanova yelled at me, and my mindset quickly changed from complacent to tactical. 

“What?!” I asked him out of pure shock from a simple flyby. 

“Shit they fired, scoop it now,” he instructed. I did as he asked, quickly throwing the plane into a straight climb feeling the G-forces hit me.

“Okay, I don’t see it, call my turn. Where is it?” I asked him frantically trying to figure out which direction to go.

“Hard right. We’ll try to break the lock.” I immediately threw us into a right turn, not daring to dive below our current altitude fearing the missile would hit us. “Golden Eagle Arc Angel, we have been engaged!” I heard Casanova on the radio immediately trying to alert command.

“Put out the decoy flares” He instructed, I flipped the lever to deploy the flares. After that, I dove a little while looping us around our previous circle. “Got it… No joy.” He informed me as I continued flying in another direction not caring about how erratic the flight had gotten, I circled us around a mountain pass, trying to let Casanova get eyes on the missile. 

“Where is it? Where is he?!” I yelled at him, trying to get him to talk to me, we needed to communicate better in this aspect especially when we were being targeted.

“Casanova, I have a second missile in the air, 3 miles, and closing,” I informed him as I knew he was now watching outside trying to spot the flying fireballs.

“Pull up!” He yelled again. I did as he requested and threw the plane into a straight climb.

“We need a bigger heat decoy.” He said, my pass around the mountain peak hadn’t worked. There was a leveled-off area near the top of the mountain. I watched my altitude as I got lower for a pass near the trees, the snow toppling off the branches as we passed.

“Where do you suppose I go for that? We’re in the middle of fucking winter!!” I yelled at him. 

“Drop the fuel tank and pull up!” He yelled as I came to a slope. I released the tanks, listening for the boom as they hit the ground, immediately pulling up after I had dropped them. 

“That’s it one down one to go! Where’s the second?” I asked him as I heard the crash from the missile hit.

“No joy, I don’t have it in sight!!” He said as I tried to get us out of the smoke banking hard right. 

“He’s back on us, push over, hard left!” Casanova replied as we finally hit clear air. I watched where I was in comparison to the mountains, then made the turn flipping us around as I did so. 

“I’m going for a head-on pass,” I told him as I barrelled toward the incoming missile, attempting to move my wings to the right so it wouldn’t clip us, but it was too late.

“He clipped us. He’s coming back. Turn left!” Casanova yelled.

“Fuck.” I released a breath and listened to the airplane, we had multiple caution lights on and master alarms, I would have attempted to do an emergency landing but there was no telling what would be waiting for us on the ground. We needed to get out of here. 

“I’ve got no turn left Jax! The flight controls are shot.” I told him as the realization of the damage finally hit my brain. 

“Then break right!” I had already started that turn but it was too late, the missile hit us dead center. I could feel the metal of the plane ripping apart before I saw Jax out the window. He went with the back of the plane floating for a second then diving down, my half took a nose dive starting to spin uncontrollably now.

“EJECT, EJECT, EJECT!” I yelled at him, pulling the two ropes above my head as I braced for the cool air against my skin. I heard the rivets on the canopy pop and the glass remove as I sailed through the air at the highest speed I’ve ever been outside of an aircraft. The chair was proving to be a problem and I needed to get out of it as soon as possible. Right as I had that thought Jax and I collided in midair, bouncing off each other effectively giving me a headache.

When the chute finally pulled I released my seat by pulling the lever on the side towards the sky. It dropped near a broken angel statue. I curiously watched it for a minute. Its wing had broken clean off and its face was mangled. It was beautiful and creepy at the same time. I brushed the thought away as I tried to navigate the chute and land in a field near Jax, however, I was dropping too fast to do anything. I was going to end up in the trees. 

I fell through the branches feeling them each cut through my uniform and into my skin until my chute got caught up on one of the larger branches. I looked down taking in the fact that there were about five feet between me and the ground. 

“Fuck.” I exhaled and took a breath in before I released myself from the chute, making sure to bend my knees upon impact so I wouldn’t break my legs on the fall. I stood, checking myself over making sure nothing was innately broken, just a few bumps and bruises. I started running in the direction I saw Jax go. 

“Jax!! Jax!” I yelled as I saw him on the ground in the valley, I started to sprint my heart going fast as I ran up to him to check him over as well. 

“Are you okay?” I asked him, worry breaking through as I saw him lying down propped up on his right arm. He had cuts all over his face from the fall. 

“Yeah I’m alright, you look terrible.” I scoffed at his sarcasm as I slid to him on my knees and embraced him in a hug. 

“Be serious, now’s not the time for bullshit,” I told him as I started to do an initial assessment of his leg. He had already applied a tourniquet, but it was already soaked through its color now crimson with his blood. 

“Oh my god. I have to change this, now.” I said as I sniffed, my nose starting to run as it was freezing. I rummaged through my flight suit looking for a new tourniquet. 

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. I love you, it’ll be alright” He said to me, grabbing my face to look at him, he started to wipe my tears away. I didn’t even realize that I had started to cry. In times such as these I tended to push through until I couldn’t anymore.

“I love you too, I’m fine Jax, let go of me. Let’s just get this patched up, okay?” I told him practically prying his hands off my face. Now was not the time to break down and he wasn’t helping me keep my emotions in check. If I allowed myself to feel we would be in way worse condition. I finally found a tourniquet and whipped it out. As I observed his wound I realized that I didn’t want to remove the old one and cause more damage so I placed it on top covering it up. I then pulled the ends as tight as I could and tied them together Jax whimpering in the process. 

“I’m sorry” I whispered out. He nodded his gaze not leaving my eyes. As his hand searched for mine.

“Where are we?” I asked clearing my throat, as I held his gloved hand in my own. I was trying to distract him from the current situation, but it wasn’t working. 

“In the mountains north of Miciovic. Do you think they saw us eject?” He asked me, not wanting to beat around the bush, I did love that about him. 

“We won’t be here when they come looking. But the Navy is going to be wondering what happened to their 40 million dollar plane, so that gives me hope,” I told him pulling out my radio. 

“I already tried, you need to get to higher ground.” I looked around at the pine trees that surrounded the valley.

“Do you think it’ll work up there?” I asked him pointing to the hill in question.

“Yes Maeve, just make sure you get high enough.” He told me. I sighed letting myself catch my breath, dropping his hand and bracing, putting my arm back to push myself up.

“Okay,” I took a deep breath, standing up.

“Wait–” Jax uttered, catching my wrist with his hand and pulling me back down to a squatting position in front of him.

“Yeah?” I asked him as the moment of silence stood between us.

“Promise me that you’ll move on if anything happens.” I started to shake my head and say no but he held up his hand to stop me from talking. Not normally an obedient little girl I stopped looking into his eyes that were starting to tear up. I wanted nothing more than to hold him. 

“If something happens, I want you not to dwell on this moment, I want you to be happy. Try not to think about me too often but just enough. You cannot let grief control your life. I don’t want you to quit the Navy either. You love it here, you love flying. I know, you’ve got to be one of the best pilots out here. Don’t let those boys push you around, you’re a fantastic person and I know you’ll do great things when you get out of here. Once the assignment changes it will be worth it, I promise. This opportunity led me to you and I can’t thank whatever higher power is up there enough for that. I love you Maeve Scarlett Ford. Don’t you dare come after me, I want you to promise me that.” Before I knew it the tears were streaming down my face yet again. I hated him in this moment, it ripped me apart, but I knew that I would do the same thing in his position. 

“I love you, Jax, I promise, but if we get out of here together we’re getting married immediately,” I told him as he brought our foreheads together and wiped my tears away. 

“Immediately my love, I promise.” He smiled looking into my eyes and leaned in. As his lips touched mine I knew I would never move on from him, not fully at least. It was a wholesome and lingering kiss that would put me on my ass in a normal situation. But this was far from my definition of normal. The potential of becoming POWs was very real. But if I didn’t have to walk away from him now I never would. I ripped myself away from the love of my life and set my sights on the hill in front of me. I didn’t get very far before I stopped in my tracks. 

“Babe, I should’ve dodged that fucking missile,” I said as I turned back to him.

“Yeah, yeah you should’ve, you blew it and you took me down with you. I thought you had great reflexes, what happened to you?! I used to have a good pilot, you’re slipping. You need to watch it.” He sarcastically replied with a smile on his face. My laugh penetrated the sad air that lingered around us. I walked away from him, continually looking back to make sure he was okay as I made the trek up the hill. 

The sound of treads, tires, and footsteps startled my thoughts as I heard them cut through the mud and grass near Jax’s position. I stopped near a tree and pulled my miniature binoculars out. He was surrounded on all sides.

“Fuck.” I breathed out as I watched the army of men walk up to him and step on his newly dressed and now bloody wound. The men formed a circle around him, we were vastly outnumbered, and there was nothing I could do but watch. A car pulled up and the two men inside stepped out one with a navy blue beret on and the other in a blue sweatsuit. I watched as another man in the squad retrieved Jax’s handgun that was in his chest pocket and threw it to the man in the sweatsuit. I saw Jax give him a card that we carried in our pockets that is used in case we were shot down, the man threw it to the side not bothering to look at it. I watched as the beret talked to him and then touched his comrade in the sweatsuit's shoulder. The men filed away it looked like we may have gotten lucky, and my heart swelled with hope as sweatsuit man lit up a cigarette. I knew better than to go running back down the hill to him even though that’s all I wanted to do in this moment. The sweatsuit man helped Jax stand up. Jax glanced toward the treeline at me shaking his head no, he knew me well enough to know I would try something. My heart froze. The man in the sweatsuit inspected Jax’s flight helmet behind him just before he pulled Jax’s handgun and shot him in the head.

“NO!” I cried out realizing my mistake almost immediately, I covered my hand over my mouth as the tears started again. I quickly got up and started to run, I sprinted as they started to open fire on me with their tanks and guns, the ground exploading around me. I ran as fast as I possibly could away from everything I knew and loved. Now it was my turn to stay alive when all I wanted to do was give up. My body was not giving up. 

Eventually, I reached the peak of a far mountain so that they would not find me. But I knew I would need to keep fighting, tomorrow was a different story. I pulled out my radio when I reached the top,

“Alpha Whiskey, this is Archangel 06 over.” I tried the radio sobbing uncontrollably as I tried to get an evacuation going. 

“Damn, good attempt ladies. I’m impressed! Get back on the ground, we’ll debrief on the way back since you are the last flight of the day.” I heard Jester say to us but the words were muffled. I was stuck, I made no movements to the plane and kept it as we were straight and easy flying. 

“Reaper?” I heard Doe ask me but I couldn’t snap out of it. 

“Standby Jester,” She said to him over the frequency.

“Copy? What’s going on? Reaper, Doe? You alright?” He asked her confused.

“She’s fine, just give me a minute with her.” She replied, attempting to preserve my decency no doubt. 

“Hey look at me.” She said sternly trying to get my attention in the mirror. My eyes flickered over to her but for a second I thought I could see Jax, his blue eyes sparkling at me as I took a deep breath. I blinked hard, attempting to get my eyes to focus and my brain to get back in the game. 

“We’re okay, we did fine. It was a bit fast, but we’ll get it next time. I’m sure no one passed.” She said to me. I didn’t reply, thinking about the last time I saw Jax the gunshot echoing in my head. She tried again.

“Maeve, Jax isn’t here with you it’s me, Crystal, we’ll talk about it more once we’re on the ground but I need you to snap out of it now. We’re not in Bosnia, it’s not winter. It’s actually really fucking hot outside, so I’d love to get in some air conditioning. Can you do that for me, please? I know that missile lock sound probably set you off. But you're okay, you're here with me.” She said, I blinked again, tears forming in my eyes. I blinked them away looking around and seeing Jester on my wing. 

“Fuck, he’s going to rip me apart,” I said to no one in particular. 

“We’ll see, I’m hoping he lets this one slide,” Doe said to me.

“Jester, lead us back in,” I said over the frequency. He proceeded to bank left, and I banked left with him on his right-wing all the way. I focused on my landing, and how much different it was going to be from the aircraft carrier. I plugged in the frequency for ATIS and listened to the wind direction and speed, what runway they were using, and the alphabetical letter they assigned to the current ATIS. 

“Reaper, Doe, we’ll debrief later at 19:00, get your showers in and see me in my office.” Jester said.

“Copy. Thank you sir” Doe replied. 

“Miramar tower this is Reaper with Oscar coming from the northwest full stop”

“Copy Reaper overfly the airport and enter on the downwind for two four right, you’ve got Jester in front of you.” 

“Enter on the downwind for two four right,” I replied to them. I veered to the left then when I felt a good distance from the runway I turned right entering the downwind. 

“Reaper do a right 360 for spacing” Tower advised.

“Right 360” I replied as I entered a 30-degree right turn waiting for my clearance as I straightened up for my downwind leg. I put the landing gear down. Looking down I watched Jester land and clear the runway as I entered my base. I put in 20 degrees of flaps and reduced my power waiting for my airspeed to drop and then tilted my nose down turning into my final approach. I watched as the runway started to come up faster than I was expecting. I threw in 30 degrees quickly and dropped my power bringing us into a flatter attitude. Tilting the nose up as I did so I felt the ground beneath the wheels. I listened to the taxi instructions and forced myself to do the rest of the movements until we were parked on the tarmac in our spot. 

“You okay?” Doe asked me, knowing I was more than likely going to have to explain this to the guys. 

“I’ll be alright, I need a shower,” I told her as I shut down both her and the aircraft, popping open the canopy. I couldn’t wait to feel hot water against my skin to wash away the memories I had today. 

Next Chapter

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We Can't Keep Meeting Like This, chapter three, part two. Part one.

Peli Motto came out to greet him from under the shade of the hangar’s repair shop as Din disembarked, chin up and hands fisted on her hips. “Mando! What are you doing here? You break the starboard motivator already? I already told you, it’s not that easy to find a motivator that’s up to your standards—” 

She brightened as Grogu’s hovercradle came into view, abandoning her line of questioning. “There’s my little womp rat! Glad you haven’t lost him yet!” 

She scooped him out of his hovercradle and tucked him into his side. “Look what I’ve got for you!” Digging around in her pants pocket, she pulled out a tube, tore the top off with her teeth and slid out a long strip of cured meat. “Dewback jerky,” she announced with a flourish. Grogu squealed and held out his hands. “Alright, alright. Take your time. Chew.” Grogu munched happily on the end of the jerky, his ears quivering. 

“So what’s on your mind, big fella?” she asked Din. 

“Do you know anything about Talon Karrde?” Din asked. 

“Sure, he snapped up most of Jabba’s territory after the slug died—not the local gangs, of course, they were stuck with Bib Fortuna when he took over what was left on Tatooine. We all were. And Bib—you know—” She made a gesture with her hands that Din didn’t follow. “There are worse daimyos.” 

One of her droids made a low blat. 

“I didn’t say that!” she exclaimed, pointing a finger at the offending droid. “Don’t you go around repeating that.” 

“Droids,” she said, and Din nodded in agreement. 

“There are some people who are going to meet me here. I gave the coordinates to your hangar.” 

“Do they need work done as well? Because this isn’t a public dock.”  

“Uh.” 

“Oh, great.” Peli shook her head in an exaggerated fashion. “Why don’t you just invite every bounty hunter in the sector to meet you in my hangar. Isn’t there anywhere else you can do business with your clients?” 

“They’re not clients or bounty hunters.” 

A shadow passed over the hangar and they both looked up at the sound of a ship circling above. The shuttle Din had seen on Morlana One cut sharply out of its turn and began to make a descent into the circle of the hangar. In the daylight he could see that the shuttle was painted a darker shade than standard Imperial grey. A black streak of carbon scoring from a laser canon marked the left side of the ship. 

“A retrofitted Imperial shuttle,” Peli said. “Bold choice. These are friends of yours?” 

“Yeah, I guess so.” 

“Unusual friends.”

“Yeah.” 

The shuttle settled slowly beside the Razor Crest, kicking up a small cloud of sand as it landed. Din and Peli watched as the ramp lowered in a loud hydraulic hiss and Luke and Mara strolled down the ramp. Mara lifted her hand to block the sun streaming down into the hangar. 

She wore high-waisted ochre pants with tall boots and a sage green shirt that came to her elbows, ending above the holster strapped to her wrist. Her long hair—returned to its natural bright red shade—was clipped back from her face on either side of her head. For the first time Din noticed a light dusting of freckles across her nose and cheeks. 

Luke was dressed in a dark blue shirt and fitted, dark brown pants with tall boots. The front of his shirt was stylishly undone, the triangle shape of the flap hanging down across his chest. His right arm was in a sling. The arm wasn’t bandaged, but Luke held it stiffly across his front. 

A blue and white astromech trundled down the ramp behind them and swerved to make a beeline towards Peli’s motley crew of repair driods, greeting them in their own language. 

“Mando! Grogu!” Luke called as they crossed the hangar. Grogu squealed in delight and waved his hands at the Jedi. 

“Oh, he likes you,” Peli said. Grogu nearly squirmed right out of her arms as she passed him over to Luke. 

Luke balanced Grogu in his one good arm and smiled down at the child. “I missed you, too! We came as soon as you called us.” Grogu placed his little hands on Luke’s chest and looked at him intently as he spoke. 

“He some sort of gremlin whisperer?” Peli asked, leaning towards Din. 

Luke grinned. “You could call me that.” 

“Mara, Luke,” Din said. “This is Peli.” 

“Welcome to Tatooine,” Peli said cheerfully, gesturing at the Razor Crest. “I keep that hunk of junk from falling out of the sky.” 

“Good to meet you,” Luke said.

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Not only JP-7: the SR-71 could use JP-4 and JP-5 as emergency fuels but they both limited the Blackbird top speed to Mach 1.5

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The J58 engine was hydromechanically controlled and burned a special low volatility jet fuel mixture known as JP-7.

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Emergency fuels could be used in the SR-71 if the crew was low on fuel and had to use ANY tanker (as already explained the Blackbird relied on KC-135Q tankers [that could simultaneously carry a maximum of 74,490lb of JP-7 and 110,000lb of JP-4 for their own engines] but the SR-71 could also be refueled by standard Stratotankers in the event KC-135Qs were not available or if the Blackbird crew had to deal with an emergency situation) they could find to avoid the loss of the aircraft. The emergency fuels were JP-4 or JP-5 but they limited the Blackbird top speed to Mach 1.5. There were six main fuselage tanks. All 80,285 pounds of JP-7 fuel were carried in six main fuselage tanks. The tanks numbered one through six moved forward to aft (back) tank 6B It could hold 7,020 pounds of gravity-fed fuel and two tanks sumps. This was also called the “doghouse” and was located in the extreme back portion of the fuselage.

These are just a few interesting facts that I found by reading Rich Graham’s “SR 71 Revealed the inside story.” This book was published in 1996 before some of the facts about the SR-71 became unclassified. Last year when I was visiting SR-71 #972 one of my Grandson’s friends asked me “Why is this airplane so big? My immediate answer was… they needed the room to hold as much fuel as possible.

Fuel was the lifeblood of this fastest-manned airplane in the world.

Be sure to check out Linda Sheffield Miller (Col Richard (Butch) Sheffield’s daughter, Col. Sheffield was an SR-71 Reconnaissance Systems Officer) Facebook Pages Habubrats SR-71 and Born into the Wilde Blue Yonder for awesome Blackbird’s photos and stories.

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Titanium Metal - Qualities As Well As Uses

Pure titanium is a light-weight, tough, silvery-white, shiny metal. It has unique strength as well as deterioration resistance homes and also a high stamina to weight proportion.

 The name Titanium itself is stemmed from the name of God of planet 'Titan" in Greek folklore. The name implies stamina.

 Titanium is a chemical element with the sign Ti. It has an atomic number of 22, inhabits team 4, duration 4, and also block d in the periodic table and is classified as a transition steel.

 Titanium is the 9th most abundant element in the Planet's crust but is by no means discovered it its pure kind. Its major minerals are anatase, brookite, ilmenite, perovskite, rutile, titanite, too lots of iron ores. Rutile as well as ilmenite are its economically important minerals.

 Considerable deposits of ilmenite are found in Western Australia, Canada, China, India, Mozambique, New Zealand, Norway, as well as Ukraine. Substantial amounts of rutile are mined in The United States and Canada and South Africa.

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 One of the most considerable residential properties of Titanium are its strength, its resistance to rust as well as it stamina to weight proportion.

 Titanium is 45% lighter than steel but it is just as strong. It is only 60% heavier than aluminium but is 100% more powerful.

 Titanium is basically as immune to rust as platinum, and can holding up against acids, salt services, as well as also the extremely destructive chlorine gas.

 The humane blend of light weight as well as wonderful stamina in addition to its resistance to rust and also warmth makes it ideal for airplane, spacecrafts projectiles and so on. In sports it is used for making light as well as solid noises, bicycle frameworks, golf clubs etc. Titanium likewise discovers use in making eyewear structures, light-weight laptops, bone and oral implants in medicine.

 Titanium vanadium alloys are extensively made use of in aviation in the manufacture of landing gear, hydraulic tubing, fire walls, etc.

 Yet probably the really business and also mass intake oriented use of titanium began with the crafting of titanium jewelry as well as today Titanium precious jewelry industry is amongst the fastest growing market sector in fashion jewelry industries.

 Titanium is honored with almost all the high qualities important to become an appropriate medium for crafting precious jewelry. It is solid and long lasting, it is immune to rust, and it is hypoallergenic significance that it does not established off allergies with the skin.

 A gorgeous, putty-grey shade differentiates titanium from the silver, gold as well as platinum used in jewelry. With different types of gloss it can be given either a matte or a glossy coating.

Titanium Sheet

 The setting of Titanium in the periodic table (team 4, period 4, and also block d) identifies it as a change metal. Among the common residential or commercial properties shared by all change steels is that they are able to develop colored substances primarily by anodizing. The process entails producing oxide layers of different density and refractive residential properties on the steel surface. This characteristic is used for crafting titanium precious jewelry in practically every shade of the rainbow.

 Titanium is utilized for crafting precious jewelry items like jewelry, pendants, bracelets, rings, wedding bands, money clips and so on.

 The metal is frequently viewed as an icon of toughness as well as indestructibility and also this has made titanium wedding bands a preferred option for pairs that desire their marriages to continue to be as strong as well as indestructible.

 There is a particular magical top quality concerning titanium as well as it seems specifically appropriate that titanium (before it was so named) was found by a male of God-Reverend William Gregor-in Cornwall, England, back in 1790. It is likewise proper that 5 years later the metal was in fact called titanium, after the Titans, the Greek gods of planet by the German chemist Martin Heinrich Klaproth.

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Do you have metal bits in your arm? do have a mechanical skeletal structure in your body?

I'm not sure about the particulars, but I know a few things.

* They knock on their arm, some water droplets flying off with a hollow thud, muffled slightly by their skin.

We have a metal exoskeleton with a silicone layer on top serving as "skin". Within that is a rod, connected to my exoskeleton by thousands of small support structures. This keeps my body from collapsing in on itself, and generally makes me more resistant to damage. They also provide an anchor for my tertiary exhaust vents, such as the ones along my joints.

* They trace a finger down the center of their forearm with a soft hum.

Routed along the walls are hydraulic tubes that help distribute Darkness to my extremities. Should these tubes, or worse yet, the resevoir in my internals, ever be damaged, the limbs affected will likely end up turning to stone regardless of whatever is keeping that from happening right now.

Hm... in such an event, the scarred pieces would likely fall off. They're only barely connected right now thanks to the fact that my body has healed over the miniscule cracks caused by the ice, thus allowing me to move my fingers and feet as though they were still connected.

Under normal conditions, when Darkness solidifies, it expands. So they'd likely just break apart, haha!

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design notes: engineering not measuring, vs what are the exact dimensions of existing Quantum Technologies tanks the reasoning is that these are what we need they could be bigger maybe, if they made the ones we seen they may as well make them larger

there's costs involved because a company is going to tell you well this is custom stuff, but and this is important,

most engineering companies who are on top of their game will make you anything you need, it's only larger ones who are into consumer grade mass products who are going to say well what are we going to do with these next, where you still can convince them that they are more products for their products line up

in the end they might just like it, especially if you are increasing a given product line while stomaching development costs, no he picks tech or engineering providers and wants stuff they don't even make, I like to think that we know what we're doing

we also want to look at those HFC's because the format that we had for flat atomic batteries isn't how HFC's present themselves, plus its tricky they need air supply, hydrogen gas returns, water vapor outlets, and yes cooling

compressed hydrogen storage is not going to require extreme cooling, it's liquid hydrogen that is a monster to transport, also in terms of energy expenditure, and the reason why compressed hydrogen is The workable solution for hydrogen powered vehicles

where we have cooling needs is at HFC's so it displaces cooling to the deck below where space is scarce, how do we solve that diffusion bonded cooling

we still have space on this deck in midsection, for a cooling module, ie fins, cooling coils, and a heat exchanger, try to stay clear of the water tanks on the sides

we are not going into the nitty gritty of how it's done, cooling fins on the sides, heat exchanger in the center, cooling fluid gets pumped on top of the heat exchanger and cools while going into its coils, we still need to pump that cooling gas, so we also have compressors in that format

nitty gritty meaning we are going to show the tubing all of it, concept engineering shows that it can be done, ie it is not meant to provide actual manufacturing blueprints, know it, and it makes easier if it's something you want to do

the cooling module is organized vertically and it makes good use of that space, we still have fridge/freezers, 2 units stacked, either or this is where anything cooling takes place in the RV, very likely it's tapped into for floor cooling, like we said floor heating/cooling, I have no idea how those floors are heated, or water, well it has it

if you figure out 90% of it no one is going to blame you for the 10% left, except if they render all of it unworkable, so make sure those 10% are not critical stuff

color coding is not a theory, we needed to differentiate between hydrogen and cooling gas, and we are done for this deck

for additional clarity, this is what takes place above, and what takes place below, cold gas pumped above, hot gas exchanged below

yes we are using our support beams which do not necessarily need be plain to function as ducts, and we find that this cooling system is in fact extensive partially cools both motors and hydraulic modules casings, why not, residual heat is still an issue when storing compressed hydrogen

because we have communicating ducts with the volumes of the enclosures we can actually store more hydrogen within the tanks, and that stands true until hydrogen becomes liquid, why we have liquid hydrogen, transporting more of in the same format

but we are not going there, rather we are into improving efficiency for what we have so far, which is a great deal how much compressed hydrogen can those tanks store

16 tanks, the smaller ones are 60%, possibly times 1 and a half capacity by cooling enclosures, or a 50% additional storage capacity

alongside the walls of enclosures could these be gas chambers, is insulation still a thing as in foam filled enclosures, or it's all filled with cooling gas, there is such a thing as too much insulation or too much cooling gas and a solution in between

Thank you for having followed

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