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Joseph says, "I believe that is correct Captain." He watches as the woman does a visual inspection of her bird. He thinks on her question, then says, "Well, there were a few factors, one, she was pretty darn effective for her time, in the right hands, still could be, plus, we could find, and,....Strategicaly Take Equipment to an Alternate Location." "Something more modern, might be more noticed." He respectfully pats the wing of the fighter, then says, "This old girl had a three kills to her credit in Korea, I think she still has more fight in her, if it comes to it." "Think you can handle her Captain?"

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Cherry smiles, a teasing, almost excited glint in her blue eyes at the tale of it's legacy. It was nearly close to being an ace. "It's not a penguin," she refers to a nickname given to the f-35, a small shrug of her shoulders. "but, I think I can manage. You wouldn't happen to have an old manual lying around? I sort of like to study the aircraft before I get airborne in anything." She points to the wing. "May I climb up and take a peek inside, sir?"

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open to anyone.

"Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have."

Joseph had decided to be there to introduce the new member of his force, another flyer there to correct anything that Joseph might say incorrect. He turns, looking back at his new recruit, her time in 'basic training' over. He says, "Good afternoon,...Captain." "Sorry about the rank change, but, you are not part of the navel branch yet, when a slot comes open, and you transfer, your rank will be corrected." He makes a sweeping gesture with his arm at the aircraft sitting in the hanger, swept wing, single engine. He says, "Here is your bird, the F86 Saber, we call her the DE model, double edged." "This is not your Grandpa's Saber." "Better engine, more thrust, 2 twenty millimeter cannons, rather than the six .50 caliber machine guns." "Limited, air to air missile capability, she has a special radar in her nose." "No after burner, her aerodynamics just can't handle that speed for too long." "Lighter than her original form, we replaced a lot of her aluminum with titanium." "What do you think Captain?"

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A slight shake of her head, regarding the rank, made that curl fall loose again. That was a losing battle without hair gel. Being called captain would take some getting used to but Chelsea felt an enormous swell of pride at it. Chelsea couldn't quite believe her eyes. Let alone that she would fly this. She hesitated at first but reached a hand out to trace along it's cool metal. "I think it's pretty incredible." A small laugh, she was fangirling over airplanes like she always did. She walked around it, a hand and curious eyes inspecting. "This was the first swept wing for the air force, wasn't it? I remember seeing one as a kid on display. What made you pick this one to modify?"

Figuring that Debbie would be successful at recruiting her sister, the other woman had been directionless since her release from the Navy by all the reports that he had been told. The pilot had not spilled one bit of information about his force, and that had to be respected, considering the pressure that was more than likely applied to get her to talk. So, with some little moves, space was made for her in the force, she would get to do what made her feel 'alive' according to Debbie, fly. But, there were no slots open on the carriers for her, so, she would have to settle for flying patrols around the base, and hopefully, that will do for her in the short term until they have a 'Naval Aviator' position available for her. As it is, she will be getting assigned an aircraft with a reputation that is to be respected, though, highly evolved from its original form. He was walking around that particular bird right now, getting some details about what has been done to it, and the others that now are ready for duty. Joseph thinks, "Maybe I should have tried to be a pilot instead of a ground pounder, these things look like the would be a thrill to fly."

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Chelsea blows air up, trying to urge the stray blonde curl from her field of view. The excitement she felt couldn't be contained. She was back chasing what she loved and dwelling so little on the trauma that happened to her. And at every turn she found herself in awe. She was due now to report to one of the hangars to see just what historical aircraft she'd be flying. Her footsteps are light, pristine flight boots come to a stop by the hangar door. "Good..." The sound comes out hoarse and a small tinge of embarassment tickles the base of her skull. She clears her throat trying her introduction again. "Good afternoon, sir."

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Joseph had used his intelligence branch to keep tabs on the woman after she was returned to the Navy. It was unfortunate that she was considered 'damaged goods', by their higher brass, and she was discharged, honorably according to sources. But, she was having trouble adjusting to her new 'civilian' live. After some long, careful thought, Joseph decided on a course of action, and dispatched the woman's sister to make an offer of employment to her.

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"Knew I'd find you here." Debbie said, the soft waves rushing on the sand. Chelsea's blond hair blowing in the breeze, her arms were across her chest, still wearing her flight jacket in this heat. Debbie stood beside her sister and stayed silent. She could see the emptiness in Chelsea's eyes, blue eyes turned up to the sky. "You can work for us, you know?

Chelsea doesn't speak for a long moment. A Cessna breaks the quiet, taking off into the morning sky. The radial engine spills across the sky and Chelsea closes her eyes. The sound was home, it brought back every moment, from flight training to the big leagues. She wondered if she had been Icarus, when she opens her eyes again. the pilot rocks it's wings, maybe a gust of wind and nothing more. But Chelsea sees it as a sign. "When would I start?" She asks, finally meeting Debbie's gaze.

"You know the worse part of not running your own company?" Bruce said as he worked on the car above him. "Is that you loose track of company events and only the day before do I get a reminder that it's the Wayne Gala tomorrow. Oh boy."

"Well, as surprising as it sounds I do like a good museum. I always enjoy history so if you want to go to one, we can." He smiled. "And I don't mind fitting the bill, Chelsea. You're worth it. Maybe even some star gazing sometime? But right now, I am happy to have you here with me. Makes me glad you got so much shore leave. Lots of time to be together."

Chelsea can't help the small blush that raises to her cheeks. The idea of spending more time together brings up other possibilities but, Chelsea knows better. She had never been quite lucky at anything beyond friendships. "It already sounds like a perfect evening." She says softly. "What time should I be over?"

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Once the woman was on the bed, the head nurse started a simple exam, giving her the once over. The nurse says, "Okay, does not see that you have injured yourself, I will give you some 'professional' advice such as I can, you really need to get some therapy, this sort of thing can eat you up from the inside if you give it a chance."

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Chelsea doesn't fight as the nurse checks her out. A small wave of exhaustion hits her and she fights a yawn. She nodded softly, adjusting her gown again. "I know. I thought...i thought I was doing alright. It didn't bother me until I...saw my uniform again."

The head nurse says, "No, you did give us a bit of a scare though." Looking at Debbie, the nurse says, "Why don't you help you sister back onto the bed, then I will give her a once over, while we wait for another set of clothes be brought for her."

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Debbie hesitated but dropped her crossed arms. She went over and wrapped an arm around Chelsea guiding her back to the bed. Chelsea tried not to read too much into her sister's quietness, or avoidant looks, but she knew what it meant. She rubbed her elbow as she settled on the bed.

An orderly comes in with the called for mild sedative on a tray, the head nurse simply gesturing to set the tray on the bedside table, the orderly leaving the tray there and walking out. The head nurse says, "She is not your responsibility, she is full grown, an adult, and is going to need to face all the adversities that come with that." "Your job is to support her, you can't 'save' her."

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Chelsea looks up at the sound of footsteps. blue eyes glance at the sedative and then up at her sister's hard expression. For a moment, the room is quiet. It feels suffocating. Chelsea wipes at her tears and slowly gets to her feet, though still bracing against the wall. Her voice is quiet, hoarse even. "I didn't hurt anyone did I?"

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❝ How do you even look at someone knowing that they will be dead before the end of the day? ❞( @aviatriix from Chelsea to Steve Rogers?)

"If I'm being honest....I try not to think too much on it," he replied honestly. Steve had never been a fan of war. She knew that it was a necessary evil, and he knew that in any kind of war, breath was inevitable. Despite that, he hated it.

"I never wanted to kill anyone. I just didn't like bullies. Still don't."

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Steve nodded, contemplative and quiet just a moment. He knew that feeling well. Hating the destruction. The bloodshed.

"You get called an angel of death, after those around you know just how much blood you spilled. Not something I went through thankfully....the nickname I mean, but I saw it happen enough. You have to believe though that you did the right thing. That you were protecting the people back home that couldn't protect themselves. That's our job, right? Protect the little guy. Protect those that can't protect themselves."

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She nodded thoughtfully. "You're right. I know I...struggled with it for a few months. But coming to places like this-" She tilted her head to the history exhibit in front of them. "hard choices are everywhere in history. None of them get easier." Chelsea went quiet for a moment. She crossed her arms over her chest, her flight jacket rustling. "Thank you though...for being a listening ear for me and helping me get that off my chest. I've never really told anyone about that. I never felt like they would understand."

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"You know the worse part of not running your own company?" Bruce said as he worked on the car above him. "Is that you loose track of company events and only the day before do I get a reminder that it's the Wayne Gala tomorrow. Oh boy."

Bruce watched Chelsea look around and be amazed but a little overwhelmed. He did have quite a large collection of modern and vintage cars and bikes. Some even rare and some that were one of a kind. But given her profession, he was sure she'd feel at home soon.

"Champagne? Sounds lovely. If you can't find it, I can buy you anew one. Just let me know the price and it's yours." He smiled. "We'll go and mingle for a bit and after a speech or two, we can leave if you want and go somewhere you want. Alright? I do need to look under another car but I need to be on my back. Can you hand me tools whilst I am under? Last one, I promise, then I need to shower and then we can do something you want."

Chelsea laughed, surprise mingling in the sound. "No way I could ask you to do that. If I can't find it I know my sister has some dresses...not really my type but-" She shrugged thinking about her sister's dresses with the slits in them or the ones that exposed quite a bit of cleavage. "I can make it work." Chelsea nodded and stepped closer to the work bench. "Yeah I don't mind helping you. I know my tools pretty well so, just tell me what you need."

She smiled softly as she touched one. "You know as far as going somewhere else...I've always loved the beach. The stars at night are unmatched Oh, And history museums but I wouldn't want to bore you to death with that."

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The nurse turns to look at the woman, then says, "Do you think anyone in this force, or who has served, has not been negatively affected by what they have done or seen?" "When old vets say, 'You are not the same person you were before you joined', you need to pay careful heed to that."

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That was the one thing Debbie never came to terms with when Chelsea graduated Annapolis. Watching her bright eyed sister become an ensign, the world seemingly at her feet. Debbie had been deployed countless times, lost part of herself in Afghanistan and the other half in a bottle, in people. She was well versed in becoming a different version of herself, a version she hated so deeply. "All I tried to do my whole life was save her. Now look at where we are." She said quietly.

The head nurse says, "Those are not under our control here." "We only have time and resources to handle her physical injuries, anything emotional, or psychological, will have to be attended to when she is back in 'official U.S.' hands." Turning more to the dark haired sister, the nurse says, "She is not 'throwing away', those years, if anything, those bastards that took her, took those from her."

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Debbie bit her cheek. She knew the nurse was right but there was still this idea, the Atwell women were supposed to be tough as nails. It was why Debbie coped with her own problems through alcohol for that brief stent in time. When she turned to their parents and all they said to her was that it was her choice to serve, so her trauma to bare. She ran a hand through her hair, vulnerability evident in her tone as she whispered. "I just don't want her to be like me."

The head nurse knelt down, picking up the kaki Navy uniform, brushing the material off of the dust the material, refolding it, then says, "Probably PTSD, seeing the uniform she was wearing when she went through all of that trauma was a trigger, pure speculation on my part." Setting the uniform on the bed, the nurse says, "We can get her some standard officer duty uniform we have, no sort of insignia or rank on them though."

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Cherry lifts her head slowly upon hearing the head nurse speak. She relaxes some but doesn't speak. Her eyes avoiding her uniform at all cost. The haze seems to go away as she looks around, recalling where she is. A twinge of frustration crosses Debbie's face at the nurse's reasoning, her arms crossed over her chest and her foot tapping slightly. "She's going to have to wear that uniform when she gets back to her squadron. If she has PTSD, i highly doubt they'll let her continue to serve. And Chelsea isn't throwing away four years at Annapolis."

Since this was not a rescue, or an invasion, rolling out before daylight was not necessary. The plan was to lift off the deck at 9am. Plenty of time for all concerned to do another double of everything with no rush. Joseph dresses in full battle rattle. They don't expect any sort of people on the island, much less hostile, but, one never knows. He starts walking to their 'guests' quarters, intending on escorting her, the sister, and the head nurse to the hanger deck to board the Sea Stallion himself.

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The commotion got the attention of the nurse on duty, and after a glance into the room, a hand signal got a message sent to the head nurse, who arrived some minutes later, a bit disheveled from her quick awakening and dressing. Stepping into the room, she ordered to another nurse, "Mild sedative, just in case." To Debbie she says, "Just back away from her, give her space, don't want either one of you hurt if you try to restrain her."

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Debbie clearly hesitated between listening and comforting Cherry. But she took a step back, her hands falling to her side. She didn't understand what made her fall apart so suddenly. She was fine through the night. As Debbie moved back she nearly stepped on Cherry's uniform and realization dawned on her. Cherry's sobs had turned to hiccups. She still couldn't look up nor stop the trembling that overtook her figure.