Scenes from the Flight Deck
Returning after being restructured is the famous show "Scenes from the Flight Deck" to the Southern Air Pirate channel. Previous Episodes are now available here:
Pilot episode
Second episode
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Scenes from the second episode
"That may have been what it was like in the old Navy senior, but I am part of the new Navy. You have to be ready to jump quickly and quick to draw. That being said, we are caught up for right now and since we just cross the Chesapeake Bridge-tunnel complex, Burger doodle is too far away now. The AT shop is heading to lunch and grabbing a bite to eat before the mess decks close."
"Okay, just remember that the man-over board is at 1300."
"Right-O"
So he and AT1 stumbled down the passageway remembering to try and pick up their feet over the knee knockers and carry on a conversation behind his back with the Uno.
"So where do you want to eat?"
"What do they have?"
"Dunno, usually they have sliders and fries up forward and back aft is the full meal. I would bet that since we just pulled out there might now be a line at either. So, we could..."
"Sliders sounds like a plan."
"Okay follow me."
They start to jink around the passageways up on the third deck above the hangar bay. For some reason only known to some one older them him, the hangar deck on a carrier is referred to as the main deck and everything above it is in the "oh" deck levels. They were on the oh-three (03) deck which is right below the flight deck (the 04 level) and where 99% of the staterooms and ready rooms were. Finally after moving through a couple of knee-knockers and turning through a couple of non-tight doors they came upon the ladder well that would take them right down to the line for the burgers and fries.
"We call them water burgers since they are nearly always sitting in a pan of liquid grease and look constantly wet. Sometimes we get lucky and they have fry season packets sitting out for us.", he said describing the menu to the uno.
"Gotcha."
Just as he was getting ready to say something else, the click of the general announcing system came on and three quick whistles
"THIS IS A DRILL, THIS IS A DRILL. MAN OVER BOARD PORT SIDE, MAN OVERBOARD PORT SIDE. ALL HANDS TO YOUR MUSTERING STATIONS. THIS WILL BE A BOAT RECOVERY."
"MUSTERING ROUTES ARE AS FOLLOWS, UP AND FORWARD ON THE STARBOARD SIDE. DOWN AND AFT ON THE PORT SIDE."
"THIS IS A DRILL, THIS IS A DRILL. MAN OVER BOARD PORT SIDE, MAN OVERBOARD PORT SIDE. ALL HANDS TO YOUR MUSTERING STATIONS. THIS WILL BE A BOAT RECOVERY."
"MUSTERING ROUTES ARE AS FOLLOWS, UP AND FORWARD ON THE STARBOARD SIDE. DOWN AND AFT ON THE PORT SIDE."
"Son of a..." they both said in unison as the turned and jumped up the ladder to head back to the shop.
At that instant some one was trying to come down the ladder. He thought about it for 5 seconds before realizing they were on the starboard side.
"Out of the way asshole you are going the wrong fucking way." As he shoved this person in coveralls which were neatly pressed with military creases and realized after a cursory examination was an non-petty officer with dual warfare pins.
"Obviously an admin punk who had nothing better to do then blow off real workers. While he got his pins gun-decked. "
They made it back to the shop in about 6 minutes and nearly everyone else was there. The night checkers were very unhappy and chief looked like he just woke up himself from a combat nap in the mess. AT1 took out his shift list and looked over.
"Anyone seen Airman Sanso?"
"Yea he is on his way, stupid bastard sleeps nude. That wasn't cool to roll out to." one of the night checkers that lived near him said.
"Okay."
30 seconds later in came the one missing man for the shop.
"South you want to dial maintenance and report AT's have everyone."
"TIME PLUS 10, MAN BEARS 075. MAKE MUSTER REPORTS TO DECK HOUSE ONE."
"Yea, Senior. AT's are here. All are accounted for. I know a few personnel issues need to still be resolved. Okay."
"Can we go now?" some one in the group pleaded.
"Nope not till they secure from Man Overboard." Chief said
"TIME PLUS 15, MAN BEARS 075. THE FOLLOWING DIVISIONS EXPEDITE MAKING MUSTER REPORTS TO DECK HOUSE ONE: X-1, V-1, OS, MEDICAL, VFA-99, CVW-19, DESRON100."
For the next five minutes it went like that until at the 20 minute mark the constant screech of the 1mc changed yet again.
"TIME PLUS 21, MAN BEARS 075. THE FOLLOWING PERSONNEL REPORT TO DECK HOUSE ONE WITH THIER ID CARDS: AN SMITH, V-1 DIVISION; AN BEGANI, V-1 DIVISION; HN CHOCKER, MEDICAL; LT JOHNSON CVW-19; MR. ROBERT BONES CVW-19."
"Well at least Cobra's made it. We are usually lucky like that." he said to no one in general.
At 28 minutes later everyone was accounted for, the last one to be found was the AN Smith. After which the XO of the ship came on and went on for another 5 minutes about the need to do better and team Neverdocd.
"Okay night check can roll back to their racks." AT1 said
Grumbling and groaning they all staggered out.
"Well that was interesting. Do they always take that long?" AT1 asked
"Not really, but the boat chucks are pretty new." ,he said while looking at his watch, "Goddamit, we missed lunch and now the only thing worthwhile to eat is the taco bar."
"I don't feel like tacos."
"Good cause they aren't very good. Dried out meat or over spiced chicken and usually broken shells or ripped up soft shells."
"Hang on, I will get you two some burgers from the mess" Chief said for the first time after the start of the man overboard.
"Alright, lets go get the skids and the rest of the crap."
"Okay just follow me."
So for the next hour they went all over the hangar bay getting the gear together just in case they had to drop pods.
When they came back up to the shop there was one of the ITs and a pair of civilians standing outside the shop door.
"We are here to hook up your computers to the LAN and give you email and NALCOMIS access." the IT said
"Okay"
For the next 10 minutes of screwing around with the IT, a boat IT, and the civilians find out that of the three drops in the shop all but 1 didn't work and the one that did work was in a bad position to get to because it was behind the workbench. Yet, after it all it they finally got the two NMCI computers they brought out hooked up and email running.
They both separated and started to check their email on the separate computers.
After logging in he immediately clicked the icon for MS Outlook and waited for that to load.
The first thing message was from the AZ2 in charge of NALCOMIS, basically a link to the server while out to sea.
He skipped that one and looked through the 15 or 20 messages that had been stacking up since he forwarded he email the Friday when he got off from work before the flights out. When he finally found the two with the name he was looking for.
The romantic interest had written him twice. Once asking how the flight some general life subjects, the other email was some questions about himself. They had just barely known each other for a few days before he had to ship out. So it was perfectly natural to sit back and start to answer these questions.
Pilot episode
Second episode
______________________
Scenes from the second episode
"That may have been what it was like in the old Navy senior, but I am part of the new Navy. You have to be ready to jump quickly and quick to draw. That being said, we are caught up for right now and since we just cross the Chesapeake Bridge-tunnel complex, Burger doodle is too far away now. The AT shop is heading to lunch and grabbing a bite to eat before the mess decks close."
"Okay, just remember that the man-over board is at 1300."
"Right-O"
So he and AT1 stumbled down the passageway remembering to try and pick up their feet over the knee knockers and carry on a conversation behind his back with the Uno.
"So where do you want to eat?"
"What do they have?"
"Dunno, usually they have sliders and fries up forward and back aft is the full meal. I would bet that since we just pulled out there might now be a line at either. So, we could..."
"Sliders sounds like a plan."
"Okay follow me."
They start to jink around the passageways up on the third deck above the hangar bay. For some reason only known to some one older them him, the hangar deck on a carrier is referred to as the main deck and everything above it is in the "oh" deck levels. They were on the oh-three (03) deck which is right below the flight deck (the 04 level) and where 99% of the staterooms and ready rooms were. Finally after moving through a couple of knee-knockers and turning through a couple of non-tight doors they came upon the ladder well that would take them right down to the line for the burgers and fries.
"We call them water burgers since they are nearly always sitting in a pan of liquid grease and look constantly wet. Sometimes we get lucky and they have fry season packets sitting out for us.", he said describing the menu to the uno.
"Gotcha."
Just as he was getting ready to say something else, the click of the general announcing system came on and three quick whistles
"THIS IS A DRILL, THIS IS A DRILL. MAN OVER BOARD PORT SIDE, MAN OVERBOARD PORT SIDE. ALL HANDS TO YOUR MUSTERING STATIONS. THIS WILL BE A BOAT RECOVERY."
"MUSTERING ROUTES ARE AS FOLLOWS, UP AND FORWARD ON THE STARBOARD SIDE. DOWN AND AFT ON THE PORT SIDE."
"THIS IS A DRILL, THIS IS A DRILL. MAN OVER BOARD PORT SIDE, MAN OVERBOARD PORT SIDE. ALL HANDS TO YOUR MUSTERING STATIONS. THIS WILL BE A BOAT RECOVERY."
"MUSTERING ROUTES ARE AS FOLLOWS, UP AND FORWARD ON THE STARBOARD SIDE. DOWN AND AFT ON THE PORT SIDE."
"Son of a..." they both said in unison as the turned and jumped up the ladder to head back to the shop.
At that instant some one was trying to come down the ladder. He thought about it for 5 seconds before realizing they were on the starboard side.
"Out of the way asshole you are going the wrong fucking way." As he shoved this person in coveralls which were neatly pressed with military creases and realized after a cursory examination was an non-petty officer with dual warfare pins.
"Obviously an admin punk who had nothing better to do then blow off real workers. While he got his pins gun-decked. "
They made it back to the shop in about 6 minutes and nearly everyone else was there. The night checkers were very unhappy and chief looked like he just woke up himself from a combat nap in the mess. AT1 took out his shift list and looked over.
"Anyone seen Airman Sanso?"
"Yea he is on his way, stupid bastard sleeps nude. That wasn't cool to roll out to." one of the night checkers that lived near him said.
"Okay."
30 seconds later in came the one missing man for the shop.
"South you want to dial maintenance and report AT's have everyone."
"TIME PLUS 10, MAN BEARS 075. MAKE MUSTER REPORTS TO DECK HOUSE ONE."
"Yea, Senior. AT's are here. All are accounted for. I know a few personnel issues need to still be resolved. Okay."
"Can we go now?" some one in the group pleaded.
"Nope not till they secure from Man Overboard." Chief said
"TIME PLUS 15, MAN BEARS 075. THE FOLLOWING DIVISIONS EXPEDITE MAKING MUSTER REPORTS TO DECK HOUSE ONE: X-1, V-1, OS, MEDICAL, VFA-99, CVW-19, DESRON100."
For the next five minutes it went like that until at the 20 minute mark the constant screech of the 1mc changed yet again.
"TIME PLUS 21, MAN BEARS 075. THE FOLLOWING PERSONNEL REPORT TO DECK HOUSE ONE WITH THIER ID CARDS: AN SMITH, V-1 DIVISION; AN BEGANI, V-1 DIVISION; HN CHOCKER, MEDICAL; LT JOHNSON CVW-19; MR. ROBERT BONES CVW-19."
"Well at least Cobra's made it. We are usually lucky like that." he said to no one in general.
At 28 minutes later everyone was accounted for, the last one to be found was the AN Smith. After which the XO of the ship came on and went on for another 5 minutes about the need to do better and team Neverdocd.
"Okay night check can roll back to their racks." AT1 said
Grumbling and groaning they all staggered out.
"Well that was interesting. Do they always take that long?" AT1 asked
"Not really, but the boat chucks are pretty new." ,he said while looking at his watch, "Goddamit, we missed lunch and now the only thing worthwhile to eat is the taco bar."
"I don't feel like tacos."
"Good cause they aren't very good. Dried out meat or over spiced chicken and usually broken shells or ripped up soft shells."
"Hang on, I will get you two some burgers from the mess" Chief said for the first time after the start of the man overboard.
"Alright, lets go get the skids and the rest of the crap."
"Okay just follow me."
So for the next hour they went all over the hangar bay getting the gear together just in case they had to drop pods.
When they came back up to the shop there was one of the ITs and a pair of civilians standing outside the shop door.
"We are here to hook up your computers to the LAN and give you email and NALCOMIS access." the IT said
"Okay"
For the next 10 minutes of screwing around with the IT, a boat IT, and the civilians find out that of the three drops in the shop all but 1 didn't work and the one that did work was in a bad position to get to because it was behind the workbench. Yet, after it all it they finally got the two NMCI computers they brought out hooked up and email running.
They both separated and started to check their email on the separate computers.
After logging in he immediately clicked the icon for MS Outlook and waited for that to load.
The first thing message was from the AZ2 in charge of NALCOMIS, basically a link to the server while out to sea.
He skipped that one and looked through the 15 or 20 messages that had been stacking up since he forwarded he email the Friday when he got off from work before the flights out. When he finally found the two with the name he was looking for.
The romantic interest had written him twice. Once asking how the flight some general life subjects, the other email was some questions about himself. They had just barely known each other for a few days before he had to ship out. So it was perfectly natural to sit back and start to answer these questions.
Labels: Flight Deck, navy life
posted by Southern Air Pirate at Friday, June 01, 2007
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