Great news! Killjoys and Dark Matter will both have a second season. I'm doing my happy
chair dance right now. LOL
The Last Ship appears to have delivered my greatest wish,
but… I may have hoped too soon. I have a feeling a different foe will prove
more formidable than those who will remain nameless for now. LOL I can't wait
for tonight's episode!
I got to watch the
season four trailer for Arrow and
ohhhh… can't wait for October to get here. Looking forward to The Flash and Agent Carter, also.
Syfy has a couple
of shows I'm going to try, but eh, their slate isn't what I'd hoped it would
be. Maybe I'll be surprised, who knows.
Tonight's post is
from Therapeutic Recuperation, a
novella where my main characters conduct their romance in an odd place.
Here's the
mini-blurb:
An accidental blast on the hangar deck lands Nadine Hewes
and Hall Pullion in sickbay. The ship's doctor gets them stable then puts them
in the same alcove so they don't drive everyone else nuts while they
recuperate, leading the pilots to discover all kinds of interesting things
about each other.
And a sneaky peek…
Nadine Hewes finished a hydraulic
check on her bird, a ravenwing fighter. "Specialist Hannah? Line number
four needs to be replaced before the next patrol run." She slid out from
under the plane and wiped her hands off on a work rag.
Rachel Hannah checked the
maintenance log and nodded. "Got it, Lieutenant. We'll cycle the repair
through on the next pass." She moved on to the next plane.
Nadine got to her feet and planted
her hands on her hips. Too many nitpick details were being missed by the crew.
If her line had blown while on a patrol, she could've taken out two other
ships.
The deck chief stopped beside
her. "Lieutenant, I'll have another bird assigned to you until the repair
is made." His gaze scanned the chart in his hand. "Let's go with
Victor Sierra 972. She just came back from being upgraded with the new radar
equipment." He shoved the clipboard under her nose. "If you'll sign
off, I'll have her towed into rotation."
Nadine scribbled her signature on
the line and initialed the box beside the chief's name. "Better make sure
she's in tip top shape. I don't want to find anything else your crew missed,
Chief."
He frowned. "I'll do the
checks myself. And go easy, Lieutenant. I've got a lot of rooks working my deck
right now." He motioned for two hands to hook the tow cables to the
replacement bird.
Nadine bit back a nasty retort.
She understood how hard the delicate balance of seasoned veterans and green
newbs could be, but too many errors could get someone killed.
And she'd be pissed if it ended
up being her.
Hall Pullion, a fellow pilot,
nudged her with his shoulder. "Give him another two weeks and he'll have
things running smoothly again."
Nadine slid him a sideways
glance. "Easy for you to say. I don't see your ravenwing getting hauled
off the deck for repairs." She nodded to his bird, complete with his call
sign on the side. "Everyone's going to think I'm Lieutenant No Name when
I'm out on patrol."
Hall snorted. "Trust me,
they won't. You're flying style announces your presence way before anyone can
make out the name or the designation." He crossed his arms over his chest.
Nadine lifted a shoulder.
"Good point. One I can't argue with." She turned and headed toward
the exit. "And since I'm flying with you later, you'll know exactly where
I am."
His brows knit together and
Nadine laughed. She had so much fun giving Hall a hard time.
I'm looking forward
to writing more on this one. I have such a good time with these characters!
That's it for this
week. Catch everyone on the flipside.
ML Skye
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