10154/Green Ranger on Mackenzie Station

Green Ranger on Mackenzie Station
Date of Scene:	22 November 2019
Location:	Level 7 (Ops., Mackenzie King Station)
Synopsis:	Green Ranger comes to visit Mackenzie Station and get the lay of the land.
Cast of Characters:	Fairchild, Green Ranger

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Fairchild has posed:
There's a definite change to the tempo on Mackenzie Station these days. With the modified charter and the surge of interstellar traffic, a lot of new faces and new crew members have been added to the roster.

"No-- nono, I don't want to do a baling wire fix on this," Caitlin says. She's not quite the youngest person on the crew, but she's gotta be close to it. Most of the Alpha Flight personnel are in their mid twenties and up, people who've fought hard to get a coveted billet on the only public space station in orbit around Earth.

Caitlin wears an Alpha Flight jumpsuit like the rest, though the sleeves are cuffed up to her elbows. Her hair's been pulled back into a functional bun at the base of her neck and pinned in place with a few ballpoint pens. 'FAIRCHILD' is printed in bold black letters on her right breast, and her red-and-white attire matches the rest of the crew. Most of the crew wears military rank on their sleeves and shoulders; Caitlin is the exception again, with a set of gold rings on her shoulders that suggest some rank outside the normal command structure.

"Please pull those capacitors and gauge them all again? I'd really feel better if we weren't doing guesswork with the things that keep us alive," she says, wryly. A few technicians chuckle and get back to work. Caitlin steps away from the exposed bulkhead and cranes her neck to examine a tablet in her hand as she goes down the list of repairs and maintenance from engineering.

Green Ranger has posed:
Having heard from Trini about Alpha Flight, beyond what he knew from their public reputation, Tommy had chosen to visit them up in the Mackenzie King Station. It was a fairly simple thing. The Rangers used tech that was advanced even by Alpha Flight's standards. Of course, that made sense since a lot of Alpha Flight's tech was based on Ranger tech.

Engaging his wrist communicator in the suit, he was bathed in green light where he stood in Angel Grove, and reappeared on the station. It was light a wide bolt of lightning struck inside the hull, though that energy wasn't disruptive, being a part of the process that he didn't understand. Billy could, and had tried, though Tommy never quite managed to understand the details.

What was important is that it made quite the light show. One moment, that spot was empty, and the next, there was the Green Ranger. He probably tripped who knows how many alarms. But it wasn't like he could just call them up in the phone book. Looking around, he said, "hi, I'm the Green Ranger." He hoped someone in the vicinity would know the Yellow Ranger, or this could be bad, very bad.

Fairchild has posed:
"Woah!" Caitlin exclaims. Alarms flash and warble, and the Operations crew scrambles away from the show of light and force. One technician, sure he's been flash-fried by an exploding capacitor, frantically pats himself down to check for injuries.

Caitlin winces at the noise and holds a palm out towards the Green Ranger. It's not an unfriendly gesture, but it's very clearly an instruction to 'sit tight' for a second.

She lifts a bracelet to her mouth and speaks into it. "Fairchild to Command. Yeah, I've got eyes on the intruder-- I think he's a friendly. Kill the alarms but send..." she hedges. "An escort detail down to Operations, just in case," she instructs them.

The redhead drops her hand and waits expectantly. A few seconds later the alarms stop as soon as they'd started and she sighs in relief. "Golly those are /loud/," she mutters. Tommy's given a quick head-to-toe. "I recognize the suit. T-- Yellow Ranger sent over some dossieres when she came on board."

Caitlin glances around and makes a command decision. "C'mon, let's get out of everyone's way," she instructs him, and beckons in a friendly fashion for Tommy to walk with her to the other side of the deck. It's near some windows, so there is a view, and it's also furthur away from the very expensive, very dangerous, and very classified equipment that the techs are working on. "I'm Caitlin Fairchild," she tells him, and offers a handshake with a smile. "I'm the assistant director around here. Colonel Danvers is the military commander. I'm in charge of civilian operations."

Green Ranger has posed:
The Green Ranger was already approaching the technician who was frantically patting himself down, saying through the helmet, "it's okay, it's just my teleport..." but then Caitlin gives him the sit tight gesture, "er," he adds after a pause. "You're all right."

He wore a suit that was very similar to the Yellow, except his helmet was a little different, they all were, and he wore the Dragon Shield, which protected his shoulders and upper torso. It also gave him something of a bigger profile. He just looked bigger.

With the friendlier greeting, he offers a gloved hand to her, "nice to meet you." He'd already introduced himself, but in case she missed it in all the commotion, he added, "I'm the Green Ranger." They really did need to come up with nicknames. That could get old quickly. Normally when conversing among each other on the communicators built into their headsets, they just used each other's given name.

"The Yellow Ranger told me about this place, and I thought I'd pop by. I guess I should have asked first. But, it's not like you're in the phone book. Talk about a long distance call."

Fairchild has posed:
"Nice to meet you," Caitlin echoes. She makes no effort to squeeze down on the handshake, but there's not much yielding in her grip, either. Her body language is cautiously neutral, as if she's trying to refrain from intimidating anyone by dint of simply towering over them. She's built more on the scale of Asgardians than most humans, tall and clearly extremely athletic even in the relatively loose-fitting jumpsuit.

The security detail comes in at a good step and Caitlin signals them with a 'stand fast' gesture. They take up a stern-faced perimeter, but don't otherwise approach. "Sorry about the confusion," she tells Tommy. "With the teleporter, I mean. We're working on transitioning to a commerce hub instead of just being a military operation. But, protocols are protocols. We're working on a teleport shunt and a Z-wave signal beacon so people with fancypants teleporters can get around here without setting all the alarms off at once, but it's not quite dialed in yet."

"What brings you up to the station today?" she asks of the Ranger. Something buzzes near her wrist; Caitlin glances at her bracelet, then looks back at Tommy. "Are you looking for Yellow Ranger? I don't think she's here, I figured she'd be at your base or HQ or whatever."

Green Ranger has posed:
She had almost half a foot on Tommy, even in his suit, but he was undeterred. He'd fought bigger people than her, and he was hoping that she'd become a friend in any event. Still, a lot of guys were intimidated by tall women. Truth be told, he did feel a little of it. But he wasn't about to admit to it.

He watched the guards with caution, and listened to her explanation. The mask gave up nothing. All she could hear was his voice, and it wasn't even his natural voice, but one modulated and being transmitted through an external speaker built into the 'mouth' of the helmet.

"Curiosity mostly. It didn't kill the Yellow Ranger," which was a private joke if she didn't know that the Yellow Ranger controlled the Sabretooth-Tiger Dinozord. He knew that it wasn't based on a dinosaur, but he didn't name the darned thing. "I actually wanted to see what all the fuss was about." He also noted that she asked a probing question. How much did she know? Trini said she could trust them. But trust had to be earned. It couldn't be transmitted.

Fairchild has posed:
"Guess you're lucky I was the one here and not the security chief. He's, um." Caitlin makes a face. "Twitchy."

She waves it off with flicking fingertips. "Anyway. Not important. But we definitely need to set you up with a whitelist pass and get your systems dialed in to access the transport point. A phone call's still nice, but I understand sometimes comms can be finicky," she says, sympathetically. "Like I said, we're transitioning. Your teleporter-- it acts a bit like a Zeta-beam translocator," she remarks. "Someone told me the technology had been in use elsewhere. It's... Kree, right?" she says. "I'm still kind of learning my way around the interstellar side of things. I know Yellow Ranger's from Earth, I'm guessing... where are you from? Canada?"

Green Ranger has posed:
"I'll try and get... the Blue Ranger to contact you. He knows our communicators best. Should be able to patch us in." If he hasn't hacked the system already. Tommy didn't understand that sort of thing, but Billy seemed to be capable of extraordinary feats of technology. The guy must have been a genius. All he needed was a little bit more confidence.

"Sort of like them, I mean, I'm no expert. But ours don't require a landing pad. We can teleport to, or from, anywhere, at least on Earth, and orbit. Red Ranger managed to get back from the moon." It was curious that he said get back, and not get to. "Yeah, I'm Canadian. Do I have an accent?"

Fairchild has posed:
"No, it was just a guess," Caitlin tells Tommy. She shrugs. "Just putting a few things together between what you said and what Yellow Ranger told me."

The redhead waves off the security crew entirely. Tommy either seems to be what he is, or the ship's sensors have confirmed it. Either way, everyone relaxes a little. "But yeah, put me in touch with your tech guy. I know you can use the Zeta system way more efficiently than we can. We've been trying to improve it for years," she admits. "But we've been working on an interdiction field. The last thing we want is someone hijacking a Z-wave system and sending a bomb into our power system. Once we've got it up and running, the only accessible teleport location will be one of the docking bays. It wasn't my idea," she adds. "But it kinda makes sense, if you think about it."

Green Ranger has posed:
He gave a little nod of the head, through the helmet, which exaggerated the gesture somewhat. A subtle movement of the helmet was hard to notice. He, like the others, had learned to put emphasis on those kinds of movements so that they would be discernible on the battlefield. The worst thing you could do was have miscommunication while fighting putties, Goldar, or whatever else came their way.

"I'll do that. The whole thing, ours, yours, it's pretty remarkable to me. I don't pretend to understand it, but it's just crazy to think you can be in one place, and suddenly in another. I don't think I'll ever get used to that. Though a bomb would do it. That's going to put a damper on anyone's day. I'm betting some of your crackerjack engineers had a reason. Maybe it was easier to reinforce and secure? Or has some kind of fancy vent to send it out into space?" Likely earning a look, "I like science fiction. Or I used to. Now I'm kind of living it." And then his wrist beeped in a bit of a jingle, "Sorry, gotta go." He paused, then added as he took a step back, "enjoy the show."

And with that, he teleported out, creating that same crackling green energy that looked like lighting in a tube. It was a great light show. And then he was gone, off to see what he was being called about. Hopefully it wasn't that Alpha 5 wanted the latest Nintendo game or something.