The most terrible place in the known universe. It is a dark place, a depressing place, and the maintainers that work there are in a permanent state of dismay and suffering. It is prowled by QA Inspectors who have long since gone feral, and have developed a taste for Crew Chiefs and other maintenance personnel caught without reflective belts after the floodlights have turned on, despite the sun still shining. Expediters and Pro Supers also number amongst the flightline's known predators, their terrible calls and screams making every maintainer shudder and wish they were already dead. The only bright spot amongst this hellhole is a shining hope of being able to cross-train... but alas, she is an elusive beast, and nigh on impossible to catch.
"Where is SSgt Jones?"
"He's on the flightline, working that flier."
"... God help his soul."
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A career field in the Air Force, the maintainers who inspect, repair, and service the ejection systems on fighters and bombers. They are the elite of the elite, knowing perfection as a way of life, with the understanding that success means life, and that failure entails death. They work harder than all other maintainers, on explosive parts that can kill them in a second, with tolerances in the thousandths of an inch, to make sure that when a pilot pulls that yellow handle, he can be sure that he's going to get out of that aircraft. Because when all else fails, Egress prevails.
"That guy is a sexy bitch. And he can out-drink everyone else in the bar. AND he is infinitely smarter than all those crew chiefs. Who is he?"
"Oh, that's SSgt Taronji. He's an Egress troop."
"Egress, eh? That explains everything."
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