she's ship captain (open-ish)

[alsohawkeye]

CHARACTERS ▶ Kate Bishop + others
LOCATION ▶ Mostly in and around the Atalanta
SUMMARY ▶ A catch-all post for logs for the month
WARNINGS ▶ n/a
NOTES ▶ I'll be tossing up starters in here for people I've already planned things with; if you'd like something too feel free to ping me to discuss or drop in a starter of your own!

Zion's docks are busy at all hours, and among their many visitors one has recently become even more of a fixture than usual. It only makes sense a newly minted captain would want to spend time getting acquainted with her ship, and the Atalanta's is no different. Maybe a little more zealous than some given the amount of time she spends overseeing every detail of repair work and outfitting, in and out a dozen times a day to discuss this or learn more about that.

When she isn't charming the mechanics into showing her how they fix a gimbal or sketching out alterations to the weapon targeting systems or meeting with her new crew there's paperwork to be done, ZDG rosters and releases and briefings, personnel files and mission packets. She's often to be found perched somewhere, in sight of the ship or in a restaurant nearby, reading and typing away.

She hasn't entirely abandoned the rest of her life for the ship-- almost, but not totally. There are still appointments to be kept, regular training partners and 'students' to check up on while she's still in town, sim sessions and real world sparring, runs that wind her way through the city. Every once in a while she even goes home long enough to run into her neighbors.

Comments

for deucalion

[alsohawkeye]

[ Kate's meeting with her new First Officer is the only one of the bunch of appointments on her busy schedule she's at all anxious about. Maybe anxious isn't quite the right word, but it's the one she's most uncertain about: how it will go, how she's going to handle it. It niggles at the back of her mind, has her drumming her fingers in a relentless, restless tattoo on the back of the chair as she leans over watching the programmer running through the set-up of various on-board systems, tweaking things to her specifications. She's had years to build up opinions about how she'd arrange things if she had a ship of her own.

This is what she's doing when Deucalion arrives, leaning over with an arm stretched out to tap at the little console screen, some setting she wants raised, some display she wants shifted over to the right. It's a little micromanagey, and from the technician's resigned expression it's not the first thing she's felt the need to dictate in detail today.

She's engrossed in it, but not so much that she misses his arrival, and she turns quickly, holds up a finger, and then finishes her instructions before pushing away from the station. She greets her First Officer with a polite nod and a tilt of her head that indicates the way down the corridor. She begins to walk, assumes he'll follow. ]

So. Here we are. I admit I was surprised, I hadn't heard you were gunning to move up the ranks.

for emily finch

[alsohawkeye]

[ The restaurant Kate chose is small, only the size of a small apartment or two, and doesn't seem to have a name. Her directions were all based off other landmarks, 'turn left from the east side of the docks, second hall on your right, across from the repair shop, but not the first one, the one with the yellow sign' etc. It's clearly a hole in the wall and something of a ZDG haunt, full to bursting with the grease-smeared denizens of the docks.

Kate's secured a tiny table shoved up against the wall between a couple others, just enough space for her and Finch to squeeze in. The close quarters might seem at first to be a bad choice for what is meant to be an at least somewhat private conversation, but the place is loud with chatter and the clinking of cups and forks, and the table's so small they could whisper beneath it if they want. Not that Kate does, at least not to start. ]

My advice is skip the fake meat, but the fake egg protein omelette scramble things are really not bad here. The owner's friends with one of the tea farmers, I think, that's the other real draw. Definitely some of the best in the city.

for hawke

[alsohawkeye]

[ Most sims are designed to simulate the Matrix experience, to allow operatives to practice forgetting the laws of physics and gravity. The piloting sims are the opposite: no plugging in, no uploaded assistance, all laws of nature programmed into effect. The console is set in a generic cockpit mock-up, designed to match as many ZDG ships as possible. Luckily, Kate has informed him, the Atalanta is pretty generic, too. A few of her recent upgrades have been input by the technician who operates the place to get as close to realism as possible, but it's all fairly bare bones.

Kate perches on the copilot's seat, one leg drawn up beneath her, twisted around to watch Hawke and the 'windshield' screen and output monitors at once. She makes no attempt to pretend her attention isn't entirely focused on his performance, or that it isn't a very keen and judgmental sort of attention, weighing each choice he makes against some invisible score sheet, ticking off boxes in her head as he goes. Pre-flight checks, take off, dock exit protocols, some basic winding through tunnels. She's been friendly enough but since they started it's been mostly business.

Next up is apparently evasive or combat maneuvers, as a Sentinel warning starts beeping, a little red light flashing in the dim faux-cabin and a read-out indicating a pair of them coming up fast on the left. Kate doesn't say anthing, just keeps watching intently. Don't fuck up, Hawke. ]

for lily

[alsohawkeye]

[ It takes a few days; she wasn't kidding about being busy. But eventually Kate does swing by the clinic, jogging up to the door one evening, late in the day as requested. She's not jogging because she's in a rush but because that's apparently how she's shoehorned this little jaunt all the way down to the lowest levels of the city into her schedule: by making it part of her daily run.

So it's boots clomping and just a little bit sweaty around the edges that Kate arrives, hair in a tight ponytail she tugs tighter as she slows to a walk and looks around. In a tank top bare arms are full of ports, and there are the dark circles of a tattoo on the inside of her right wrist. ]

Hi, [ she says to the first person she sees, smile friendly, breathing already slowed back to normal, ] I'm looking for Lily? I'm Kate, she said to drop by sometime so we could talk.

hello :')

[rathercommon]

[ She knows the woman as a captain from word of mouth more than anything else. Here, it's not like back home, where you know who's who just by looking at them: you could tell a magician by the cut of his clothes and the leather in his shoes, a Grayback by his uniform. Here, though, the captain of a ship might be dressed in the same rough-stitched burlap as a beggar, and there's no one who walks like he owns the place; no one takes for granted his superiority over all he surveys. So it takes a lot longer to figure out who's important than it did at home.

But conversations, overheard at the restaurant and around the docks, have let Kitty pick out a few of the people in charge. And so this woman's one of them. Hawkeye is apparently her name; she's awfully pretty and seems fairly comfortable in her position of authority. A bit of a micromanager, maybe. She's always hovering through repairs, the dock crews say, and always asking questions - so she might not be that confident? One stevedore is just about in love with her, which Kitty has to endure listening to for a ridiculously long time before she can politely get out of the conversation.

Once she does a little bit of information gathering, she finally decides to get in a little closer. Kitty finds and barters for a wig long enough to make her look like she's been here more than a few months, sheds her cute waitress' outfit in favor of something a little more sober and professional. Gives up a little packet of tea in exchange for a pair of wire-rimmed glasses that make her blink. And so, in a little cafe, when Hawkeye is deep in her cup of tea, Kitty finally approaches her, looking sober and a little troubled. ]

Hello. You're a ship's captain, aren't you?