Launch Bay 34Delta
Mac nodded at the Chief absently, running his hand down the length of the ship and leaning in to check areas for wear and slack maintenance.
"I'm a'Ndruhsgn, but you can call me Anderson or MacArthur because otherwise you'll offend my savage sensibilities by mispronouncing my name. Fragile ego, like to start fights, terrible mess hall habits - Barely civilized, got it? Good, now.."
He filled his PADD with the maintenance logs on the Kitchissippi and started to backtrack it for errors or misrepresentations.
"How does she balance out?" he asked, bending down to inspect the port impulse nozzle. "Why don't you find me someone on the deck crew familiar with her to walk me through her maintenance history and I'll let you go ahead and get on with more important things. While I'd love to have you to myself, I don't rate a Chief to hold my hand for this. You work for a living."
He straightened up and ran his fingers through his braids absently.
"One more thing, is the SB around to check out a flight plan? Once my ops shows up and I've gone over the logs I'll want to take her out and shake her upside down a little. No criticism intended," he said. "I'm just pretty hard on shuttles. Have a tendency to ride them until they're just ghosts and fond memories."