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 Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2012 3:28 pm
Faleen lifted an un-gloved hand up to wipe the back of her knuckles across her forehead as she took a few steps back from the work her and her team had been doing.
Brushing off some sweat from her forehead, but at the same time leaving a thin layer of black grease smeared over one of her eyebrows.
She was dressed in the usual Agent uniform, only due to the heavy labor she and the team of Robotics she had gathered for this particular task, her gloves, and the over shirt of her uniform had been removed, to keep them from getting snagged on the equipment.
Leaving her white skirt, that wasn't so white anymore, and the body suit that she wore underneath the skirt and shirt,
the form fitting and sturdy black fabric ran up high on her neck, but was cut off at the shoulders, leaving them bare where the long stretches of fabric over the arms met just under her shoulder joint.
A small patch of red broke through the black of the suit, a smaller red R sewed over the right breast of the uniform, showing her pride, even with the first layer of the uniform shed from her body.
Hazel eyes took a moment to examine the work that they had been doing since the early morning hours.
It had been a last resort... something this risky and extreme, she had hoped to learn more about the jet, before they went ahead and started taking it apart.
But now was not the time for her to be worried about the jet, not when it was currently the best option she could see to find out where the Galactics were, and where keeping their team mates.
Faleen had been keeping close records of the Galactics tech whenever they had the opportunity to come across them.
She had spent many restless hours going over the notes and scans, trying to clear her mind, and trying to come up with something anything that could help with locating the lost team.
It had been late at night when she came up with an idea, and of coarse they wouldn't be able to do it without taking a drastic step in dismantling part of the Galactic Yanmega jet.
She didn't want to... REALLY didn't want to, but she called her team the nest day, the best of the best she had, and started carefully taking apart the Jet, to get to the engines set been and protectively within the machine.
The had work had payed off, and this is where Faleen's team's job ended for now.
Now it was time for another specialist to step in.
The blond agent had called in someone she knew would be perfect for the job, sending a note ahead for Agent Frost, and his team.
"Porygon." Faleen said as her eyes glanced over the large rocket engine now slung carefully from a crane.
The computer behind her flickered to life.
"Send Frost a message that we're ready for him."
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Posted: Tue Feb 28, 2012 3:08 pm
Life had gone on as normal, almost. Hours that had been spent with Xander were merely applied to trying to find Xander; keeping the theme going stopped his head exploding from such a sudden and terrible jolt to his routine. Today was a little different, however, as he and Agent Faleen had obtained permission to deconstruct the Galactic jet. This meant that paperwork time was going to see Faleen time. It made him itch and prickle but it was necessary.
The feeling of discomfort remained as he arrived perfectly on time in his perfectly crisp white overalls with his perfectly bland expression. All things in their place. Even if his time was out of place for a normal day he was on time for this abnormal day and he was in place, he was as he ought to be, he was in control. When he came to a halt in front of Faleen he folded his arms behind his back to stop himself tapping his fingers against his hand.
"Faleen. I do hope I have not kept you waiting." He was precisely on time - he had actually waited outside for two minutes to ensure this because he could not be off schedule any more than he already was - but not everybody worked to the same meticulous timings as he did.
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Posted: Fri Mar 02, 2012 11:58 am
It had been a plan she had been discussing with Frost for the last couple of days.
She had to know that it was worth the chance to take the jet apart like this, and Frost's insight on his specialty was invaluable.
It didn't take them long to go ahead with the project.
Faleen glanced over her shoulder when she heard Frost's voice, and turned to face him as he walked in.
"No at all, You are as punctual as ever Agent Frost." She said, in a form of a greeting.
She would have extended a hand, but knew that they were quite filthy with grease and oil.
Instead, she gestured a hand around, to being his attention to the engines that her team had just finished accessing.
They were really a sight to see, Faleen herself had never seen a construction quite like this, and was curious to take a poke around inside to see what he had done. but this was Frost's expertise, she watched him closely to see what kind of reaction this would bring from the Mechanic.
Two of her roboticists were making sure that the tethers and the structure holding the engines were secure, and making sure that the connections to the power source were still working.
"It took a little longer then expected to get to them, but we didn't encounter any trouble, so everything looks good so far."
She explained to the Mechanic.
Oh the last Mission she had been on, she had seen the massive flying ship that the Galactics called their base, and the engines that it used to keep up in the air.
It had been an overwhelming experience. but it got her thinking, If in fact the same man designed these, (and she assumed so, since he seemed so hands on about anything mechanical) Then what were the similarities, and could they use this to their advantage.
If Frost's mechanics, and Faleen's Robotics could find an energy signature, or any hints, maybe it could lead them to getting the team back, getting their Tech lead back...
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