Flights and Bikes

December 05, 2016:

Captain Marvel and Captain Quinn talk bikes, planes, and power at the hangar.

The Hangar

A hangar with an unused runway.

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NPCs: None.

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Mood Music: [*None None.]


Fade In…

Some might consider it strange for a woman who can fly at transonic speeds under her own power with aerobatics that would put the best fighters to shame to drag herself out to an airfield and have herself elbow-deep in the guts of an old Piper Cub, but that is exactly what Carol Danvers is doing right now. The large hangar doors are open, and her Piper Cub has been rolled out into the sunshine so she can soak up some rays while she is working. Also on display through the hangar doors are a collection of other private aircraft, including what looks like a custom rig on an old F-4 Phantom frame.

Carol is out today dressed not in her costume, but instead wearing a well-worn, oft-washed midnight blue zip-front flight suit, currently unzipped to show a USAF-labeled grey t-shirt.

*

Rachel would understand. Does understand. She's usually got her head in an engine when she's not out fighting la crise du jour. However, the machine she's pushing now isn't a plane. It's a motorcycle… possibly. Actually, it looks kind of like a cross between a Tron lightcycle and one of those stealth cycles favored by certain Gotham vigilantes. She's clad in a flightsuit of her own, a blue tee beneath it with silver wings across the front. The top hangs down, tied by the arms about her waist, the woman unphased by the crisp air. There's a helmet on the seat, and a couple of rags hanging from her back pocket.

*

Carol glances up as she hears the tires on the pavement, and catches sight of the woman and her bike. "Oughta put wings on that thing, looks like." she comments wryly, a smudge of grease visible on her cheek as she keeps her face towards the woman and her bike, pausing on whatever she was using that 7-16ths socket wrench for.

*

Rachel flashes a grin at the comment, pausing in her push to straighten. "Yeah, that'd be sweet. Command won't let me take a skycycle home, though. So, I'm aiming to build the next best thing." And that runway is long enough for a bit of testing.

*

"Bah! Command is always getting in the way of real fun." Carol comments wryly, as she comes around the fuselage of the Piper Cub to take a better, closer look at the bike and the woman. "Looks pretty impressive. How does she sound?" she questions. "I'm not much of one for bikes or cars. But she looks pretty hot." Bikes are shes, right?

*

Rachel runs a hand over the body of the bike. "She sounds pretty quiet, actually," the woman admits. "The goal is an electric motorcycle that goes at least as fast as a high end sports car, but without the roar." She smiles almost smugly. "Makes sneaking up on the bad guys easier."

*

Carol chuckles and shakes her head. "Without the roar? Clearly, you are not a purist amongst bikers. From what I hear, the roar is half the point. Never exactly been my way, but that's what I hear." The blonde teases with a smirk. "I prefer wings, myself. Obviously. You mind if I watch?" If the lady minded, she probably would have gone for a private track somewhere. But Carol asks, 'cause it's polite.

*

Rachel chuckles and points to the wings on her shirt. "Who cares about the purity of land crawlers?" But she gives a welcoming shrug. "But, by all means. Hell, you can do the honors if you really want." Definitely not a purist.

*

Carol walks over to join Rachel, gesturing with her socket wrench at her own t-shirt's emblem. "Darn the land crawlers, am I right?" She grins. "I'll just watch, though. Sorry, I'm no good at those things. But if we want to put some wings to the test, I'm your girl."

*

Again, Rachel chuckles. "I'll remember that." Not, mind, that she'll likely give up her own flight hours. Swinging a leg over the machine, she shoves the helmet on her head and pulls the flightsuit up over her arms. Then, she leans forward to take the handles and kicks the machine to life. It purrs softly, more of a whirr than a roar, but it's steady and even. She gives a sloppy salute and releases the machine to run. It's startup is smooth and it gains speed quickly, peeling away with a faint whine. It's actually remarkably fast for both a bike and an electric one at that — although it tops out at about 125mph.

*

"Nice and quiet." Carol calls out, loud enough - or so she hopes - to be heard over the soundproofing in the helmet. She leans back to watch as Rachel takes off, then gives a wry grin and pushes off, flying and inverting, flying off after the bike lying on her back, pushing up her speed until she is flying beside Rachel, head tilted up to smile, waggling her fingers at the woman on the bike as she paces her and the very quiet bike. "Nice."

*

Oh, Rachel can hear her. That's the joy of her superhearing. She glances at the other woman as she effectively 'backstrokes' beside her. "Yeah," she agrees, curling it into a sharp turn near the end of the straightaway. "I gotta find a way to make it faster, though. And up the battery."

*

To be honest, Carol is showing off. She wouldn't think she is, but the truth is the truth nonetheless. "Well, I'd suggest a multi-ratio gearset for your engine train to deliver higher throughput. As for upping the battery, it sounds like you need a better battery, not just more." Carol could put out some ideas, but most of them would be based on alien tech. Chances are they've never head of Shipstones here.

*

Rachel's a little out of touch with alien technology, it's true, but her body is full of bleeding edge technology. And who knows where that really came from? "That's not a bad suggestion," she admits. "Though the problem with the battery is duration more than power." Not, mind, that she wouldn't consider upping the power, too. "It only marks about 35 minutes, currently." And she can run faster than the bike can speed. As for the show-off? Well, hell. They're both USAF pilots. Of course there's showing off happening.

*

"So you need something that can hold more power, without adding too much mass to the bike." Carol offers, considering. "Or would it be better to build something that actually generates power?" Crazy, right? But Carol has seen tech that could do it. "A thought, anyway." And more showing off.

*

Rachel is perfectly content to speed laps around with the other pilot, talking shop. "The former, certainly. The latter would be awesome. It would eliminate the weight of a backup battery." Yes, the girl believes in redundancies. Nothing wrong with a solid CYA plan that doesn't depend on nanites. "You got an idea how?" Yeah, she'll pick brains; why not?

*

"Well, my first thought would be a zero point generator. But the failsafes would have to be flawless." Carol comments as they continue their laps side by side. "A hydrolitic converter could do it, I suspect. Not sure if one that size, on the reservoir you could afford on that thing, would generate enough power. No proof it wouldn't, but we'd need numbers I don't have yet."

*

"Miniaturization is often easier than flawless," Rachel notes. She's living proof. "But, yeah. Numbers would be good. I'll have to run some sims." And, indeed, she's already compiling sketch numbers in her head for processing by her omnitool. Not that they'll be available for a while. "Your plane," she says, now, coasting back in towards where the Piper stands. "What's up with it?"

*

"The Piper? Just usual maintenance. She's not a spring chicken anymore, so she needs regular love and care to keep sailing the clouds." Carol offers with a smile as they continue on towards the open hangar doors and her planes. "I'll talk to a few friends of mine, see if someone has a design for a hydrolitic converter that will operate on parts we can build here, on Earth."

*

"That'd be awesome," Rachel agrees. Her head cants some. She's aware of alien tech out there, of course. Between the Kryptonians and other upheavals of late… hell, chances are some of what's in her body is a riff on some of it, though she has no proof nor reason to pursue it. "I'm thinking off-world tech would probably negate even the slightest chance of passing a street-legal test." Not, mind, that she's actually concerned about that.

*

"That's why I thought it best to look for a design that can work on completely Earth-built parts." Carol offers, blue eyes twinkling merrily as they reach the end and she lands by just floating up to vertical and setting her feet on the ground near her plane. "Unlike my conversion on the F-4. She's an even better interceptor now. Full AG, and her weapons systems are inexhaustable energy-based systems. Her sensors and comms are off the charts, too. Only thing I haven't put into her yet is an FTL system. Though I can fly her through a gate pretty easily." She extends her hand, then glances at the grease, wipes it on her flight suit, and offers the hand again. "Danvers. Carol Danvers, Lt. Colonel, USAF, retired."

*

"Oh, sweet," Rachel says, appreciating the specs. She slides the helmet off. "That'd be a nice bird to fly." At the introduction, she offers a more proper salute, but then gives her hand. "Captain Rachel Quinn," she replies. "USAF. Still active." Technically. "A pleasure to meet you, Colonel."

*

Carol returns the salute and then takes Rachel's hand. "Good to meet you, Captain. But please, just call me Carol. I earned the rank, mind you. But it's really not a lot of what I'm about these days." Carol can't always be sure when her reputation is going to catch up with her and someone will know who Carol Danvers is and who she has been, and when not. But she's always prepared. "So, what got a jet jockey into tinkering with electric bikes?"

*

Rachel's internal 'net is sophisticated enough, she could probably find out. But, for now, she takes the retired officer at face value. She's heard the name before, in any case. And, you know… floating is a pretty dead giveaway for 'meta powered', so to speak. "Carol, then. Call me Rae." She glances to her bike. "Honestly? I've always been a gearhead. Engineering, aeronautics… the bike is just a hobby, since it's cheaper than planes." She gestures to the hangar. "One day, I'd like to get an old Spits and rebuild it… or simply build a replica. For now, though, the bike is useful." A beat. She grins. "And it just looks cool when I can't be in a Raptor."

*

Carol chuckles at that. "Well, that's tre. It does look pretty darned cool, for not having wings. Good to meet you, Rae. I got into the gears just because I wanted to take care of my planes. It was never my passion. My passion was always the flying. And then, well …" She shrugs, and gestures to herself. "Wishes were horses, you know? Alien psychic wish machine, and poof. It's a pretty cool sideline you have, though. Seriously."

*

Rachel nods her head in acknowledgement, giving another easy smile. "Thanks. It keeps me busy, anyway." A beat. "Not that I need it. But, it beats dodging bullets." Or worse. "I'm sure I can't keep up with you," she gestures to the floating. "But I've got enough tech around me to keep a dozen supergeeks happy for life." And that's no word of a lie… The techs and scientists at Project Archangel are forever poking at her. "So, I guess we each suit what we do."

*

"Better to suit than not, I suppose." Carol grins impishly at that. "So. You're a Raptor pilot? They're pretty good birds. Better than being a Predator or a Reaper pilot, at least." After all, drone pilots are just video game junkies. To a real pilot, there'd be no comparison. "So, what else do you do for fun, Rae?"

*

"Mostly, I fix stuff," Rae admits. "Or make new stuff. Usually stuff that goes fast." Because, slow is boring. "I'll take a hot stick any day over a digital peep show." Not, mind, that she hasn't flown more than her share of drones. That's what got brought into The Project in the first place. "Though, I actually have designed and deployed a more than a few UAVs. But, that's work, y'know?" She grins at that.

*

"I know." Luckily, flying was mostly about anything but drones when Carol was in. "I got lucky enough to work out of NASA for a while, afterwards. That's where I met the alien and the wish machine." She grins. "If you ever want to give the F-4 a shot, let me know. I'd be happy to backseat for you." Because nothing beats a good flight.

*

Ever the flight junkie, Rachel agrees quickly. "I'll definitely take you up on that," she says. Just then, she cants her head and raises a hand to rub absently in front of an ear. After a moment, she pulls a faint grimace, but then recovers with a wry smile. "I'm sorry, Carol," she says, now. "I wish I could take you up on the offer, now, but duty calls. I'll look for you around the hangar. Clear skies."

She gives another jaunty salute, once more casual, and grabs hold of the bike to put it away and head off to work.

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