She claimed a bunk early to ensure that she'd have a place to sleep. Her personal effects are carefully stowed. And she's taken a quick walking tour so she knows where everything is
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Now that Shephard's back at the base, he's heading into the hangar to check on the black beast. Long, long before he was born they wrote the Rifleman's Creed and made it a basic part of Corps doctrine; it took Shephard all of thirty seconds to edit the creed to fit his situation:
My chopper and myself know that what counts in this war is not the rounds we fire, the noise of our burst, nor the smoke we make. We know that it is the hits that count. We will hit... My chopper is human, even as I, because it is my life. Thus, I will learn it as a brother. I will learn its weakness, its strength, its parts, its accessories, its sights and its barrels. I will keep my chopper clean and ready, even as I am clean and ready. We will become part of each other...
There's more, but it boils down to the same thing: come and look after your equipment, and learn what you can about looking after it from those who know how to do it better than you. So, Eleanor's likely to have company real shortly.
The sound of footsteps behind Eleanor makes her look up, briefly. "I'll start working as soon as I'm finished here," she says evenly. "Most of these don't belong in the rag pile."
"I ain't the one who put that together," Shephard answers, a little started. "Reckoned I'd just come down'n look the birds over, that's all. Found anything good in there?"
"Plenty. Have a look--" She lifts a pair of well-worn denim pants, part of the basic ensemble worn by the bulk of the civilians now housed at White Forest. "These are perfectly fine, they just need patches on the knees, but someone was content to throw them out!" She tsks and shakes her head as she carefully folds the garment and sets it atop the rapidly-growing stack of fabric.
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My chopper and myself know that what counts in this war is not the rounds we fire, the noise of our burst, nor the smoke we make. We know that it is the hits that count. We will hit... My chopper is human, even as I, because it is my life. Thus, I will learn it as a brother. I will learn its weakness, its strength, its parts, its accessories, its sights and its barrels. I will keep my chopper clean and ready, even as I am clean and ready. We will become part of each other...
There's more, but it boils down to the same thing: come and look after your equipment, and learn what you can about looking after it from those who know how to do it better than you. So, Eleanor's likely to have company real shortly.
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