<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Blondes/js1-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Keridwyn "Keri" Jones<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Pilot<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Bridge<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Braxton, Lance, Isi<br/><br/><hr/><br/><em>“Keri, why the fuck are there people sitting all over the landing pad?”</em><br/><br/>Keri didn't bother answering. She was pissed. She'd had a sweet glide going on the approach to the landing pad when the damned workers had swarmed it, forcing her to pull up sharply and causing the Captain's outburst! Instead of answering she pulled back up and, silently, wished they had something she could fire at the idiots below them. The entire ride into the planet had been as sweet as you could get. Oh granted the ship had bucked and shuddered but there was no avoiding that when you were fighting the atmosphere itself. There wasn't a planet she'd flown into that hadn't<em>tried</em>to skip them off it's outer layer but there also wasn't a planet she'd couldn't land on. And while the ship had bucked and shuddered, it was still a smoother entry than most managed.<br/><br/>And then those idiot workers had ruined it!<br/><br/>Growling softly she did as Braxton instructed and circled out to land at the edge of town instead of near the cannery.<br/><br/>She was just cooling off, and actually looking forward to getting out and picking up items they needed for the ship, and doing a bit of shopping for herself, maybe seeing if one of the shopkeepers would pick up a carving or two from her and picking up some fresh pieces of wood for new ones, when Lance appeared and picked an argument with the Captain...and argument that<em>she</em>got dragged into for no good reason!<br/><br/><em>Part of it is your own fault, though. Yours and, especially, Keri’s. Sorry to say that, but it is true. I know you love the boat, and I love you for it. But if you want someone else on board who can handle her, you need to let someone, you know, handle her. No one is going to learn how to fly the ship by sitting on your sofa. Sure, they can learn the basics by practicing with the shuttles but it’s just not the same. The Line is a big ship. She doesn’t turn on a dime. You have to have some experience with the real thing. Besides, there is no better learning than learning from the best, and that is you. "</em><br/><br/>Holding up her hands she shook her head slightly and turned from her seat in the pilot's chair, "You two want to bicker, leave me out of it. If we're going to pick up fuel and supplies we need to get going. I am going to change since the weather looks nice enough. Besides, if we're going out I'm going to need shoes."<br/><br/>Rising from her seat she shot both the men a reproachful look, a look that changed to a grin as Isi appeared with tea. Unlike Braxton she didn't picture the girl in some sort of uniform, she just smiled and took a cup while saying with a laugh in her voice and a sparkle of mischief in her eyes, "You are a dear! Thank you! Do me a favor and get this two to stop bickering please."<br/><br/>Sidling out of the Bridge she swung sharply to the right and into her bunk, which was right beside it. There she quickly shucked off the denim pants she wore and shimmied into a pair of denim shorts instead. Once they had been a full pair of pants, but a tear in the shin after a day of helping Lance with maintenance duty one day had found them quickly cut short and now they fell to just mid thigh and showed signs of wear with frayed edges. Paired with the shorts she pulled on a violet tunic and fluffed out her short locks before grabbing a satchel that she wore with the strap across her body, the soft sound of clacking wood coming from inside when it bumped against her hip. On her feet she slid on a pair of sandals that ties around her ankles to hold them in place.<br/><br/>Satisfied with her preparations she swung back onto the Bridge and looked between the two men there, "Now Lance, are you done with your whining and ready to go shopping or are you going to grumble some more? The sooner we're done, the sooner we can take out own leave and I have no intention of wasting time," she said, clearly teasing her friend and hoping to diffuse an argument before it could start.<br/><br/>Especially an argument she had no intention of being part of because she wasn't a gorram flight instructor!<br/><br/><br/>