Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Airline Gripe Sheet ❯ One-Shot
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By: Nita-sama 
After every flight, pilots fill out a form called a gripe sheet, which conveys to the mechanics problems encountered with the aircraft during the flight that need repair or correction. The mechanics read and correct the problem, and then respond in writing on the lower half of the form what remedial action was taken, and the pilot reviews the gripe sheets before the next flight.
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Shounen | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.27.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.0K | Visits: 936 | Status: Completed
After every flight, pilots fill out a form called a gripe sheet, which conveys to the mechanics problems encountered with the aircraft during the flight that need repair or correction. The mechanics read and correct the problem, and then respond in writing on the lower half of the form what remedial action was taken, and the pilot reviews the gripe sheets before the next flight.
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Shounen | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.27.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.0K | Visits: 936 | Status: Completed
Title: Airline Gripe Sheet
Genre: Comedy, dry humor, shounen ai, one shot
Disclaimers: I don' t own GW. I barely own the damn plot, just the writing skills and creativeness put into creating this...I guess that's mine.
Pairing: 1+2 (only because it isn't anything graphic)
A/N: I blame this on Aviea Renouf.
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After every flight, pilots fill out a form called a gripe sheet, which conveys to the mechanics problems encountered with the aircraft during the flight that need repair or correction. The mechanics read and correct the problem, and then respond in writing on the lower half of the form what remedial action was taken, and the pilot reviews the gripe sheets before the next flight.
Violet eyes sparkled mischievously down at the definition of the 'gripe sheet'. The owner of the eyes was an American male in his early twenties dressed completely in pilot garbs, a pair of black slacks, a prussian blue short sleeve button-up complete with a navy blue tie and pilot's hat. His skin was even sunkissed, his hair was pulled back into a braid that brushed just pass his hips in a beautiful shade of chestnut. Despite the nonflattering uniform, he was still breathtaking in the eyes of men and women alike. He was Pilot Duo Maxwell of Gundam Aire and he had a plan.
For two hours, he had sat quietly waiting for his co-pilot to return from the bathroom. For two hours, he had pondered why the petite Arabian had to have the unibanged mechanic accompany him to 'find said restroom'. And for two hours, he sat alone in the cockpit watching as a wild haired man in greasy coveralls stalked from plane to plane toting a toolbox in hand.
From the distance, Duo could already tell the man was a hearthrob, a blue eyed hearthrob at that. Yes, the braided man's eye sight was exceptional when it came to things like this.
"A gripe sheet, huh." He muttered to himself eying his own sheet that hung just to the right of his pilot sheet. He had never had to use it before. He grabbed it cautiously staring at the paper and reading over the directions. It was simple enough. Beside the 'P:', he had to put his problem then beside the 'S:', the mechanic would put the solution or action taken to correct said problem. He tapped his foot thoughtfully, thinking of anything that could possibly be wrong with his plane. Yes, his plane. No one else flew it and rarely did anyone other than himself work on it. It was an unspoken rule. Plane 02 was Duo's plane. "Ah!" He said inspired and wrote quickly but carefully. He looked over again grinning madly. Yes, this is what happened when you left a braided baka by himself.
*
"Yo, Heero, you have a gripe slip." Trowa called behind him. His emerald eyes scanned over the sheet of paper slowly. A small grin twitched at the corners of his lips. He quickly covered it using the sweep of his cinnamon brown hair to hide the right side of his face. The damn grin just wouldn't be tamed.
Heero looked up from what he was doing. His cobalt blue eyes watched the taller man approach him. Curiously he looked down at the paper. "That's from Plane 02?" He asked.
Trowa nodded once.
"Hmm...." Heero took the paper and read it again.
'P: Left inside main tyre almost needs replacement.' was written in semi bubbly handwriting. The Japanese mechanic frowned. That didn't make any sense. What kind of complaint was that? With a 'hn', he wrote his response.
*
Duo gawked at the response from the mechanic with the blue eyes.
'S: Almost replaced left inside main tyre.'
He was torn between laughing and pouting. So that's how he wanted play it, huh?
*
And so the gripe sheets continued to be exchanged.......
P: Test flight OK, except auto-land very rough.
S: Auto-land not installed on this aircraft.
P: Something loose in cockpit.
S: Something tightened in cockpit
P: Dead bugs on windshield.
S: Live bugs on back-order.
P: Autopilot in altitude-hold mode produces a 200 feet per minute descent.
S: Cannot reproduce problem on ground.
P: Evidence of leak on right main landing gear.
S: Evidence removed.
P: DME volume unbelievably loud.
S: DME volume set to more believable level.
P: Friction locks cause throttle levers to stick.
S: That's what they're there for.
P: IFF inoperative.
S: IFF always inoperative in OFF mode.
P: Suspected crack in windshield.
S: Suspect you're right.
P: Number 3 engine missing.
S: Engine found on right wing after brief search.
P: Aircraft handles funny.
S: Aircraft warned to straighten up, fly right, and be serious.
P: Target radar hums.
S: Reprogrammed target radar with lyrics.
P: Mouse in cockpit.
S: Cat installed.
P: Noise coming from under instrument panel. Sounds like a midget pounding on something with a hammer.
S: Took hammer away from midget
P: You're cute and won't come visit me
S: Ask me to
P: Will you come visit me, Mister Hot Lookin' Cookie Man
S: Sure
P: Will you go out with me?
S: ........sure
P: How's three sound?
S: Make it 3:10
P: Okay
S: Okay
TBC......
A/N: If you want the actual joke, let me know. This is what I got out of it, not to mention a good laugh. Hope you enjoyed it too. Review and let me know. If I get anymore jokes I'll be sure to try to make them into fics too.
Genre: Comedy, dry humor, shounen ai, one shot
Disclaimers: I don' t own GW. I barely own the damn plot, just the writing skills and creativeness put into creating this...I guess that's mine.
Pairing: 1+2 (only because it isn't anything graphic)
A/N: I blame this on Aviea Renouf.
~*~**~*~*~**~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*~*~**~
After every flight, pilots fill out a form called a gripe sheet, which conveys to the mechanics problems encountered with the aircraft during the flight that need repair or correction. The mechanics read and correct the problem, and then respond in writing on the lower half of the form what remedial action was taken, and the pilot reviews the gripe sheets before the next flight.
Violet eyes sparkled mischievously down at the definition of the 'gripe sheet'. The owner of the eyes was an American male in his early twenties dressed completely in pilot garbs, a pair of black slacks, a prussian blue short sleeve button-up complete with a navy blue tie and pilot's hat. His skin was even sunkissed, his hair was pulled back into a braid that brushed just pass his hips in a beautiful shade of chestnut. Despite the nonflattering uniform, he was still breathtaking in the eyes of men and women alike. He was Pilot Duo Maxwell of Gundam Aire and he had a plan.
For two hours, he had sat quietly waiting for his co-pilot to return from the bathroom. For two hours, he had pondered why the petite Arabian had to have the unibanged mechanic accompany him to 'find said restroom'. And for two hours, he sat alone in the cockpit watching as a wild haired man in greasy coveralls stalked from plane to plane toting a toolbox in hand.
From the distance, Duo could already tell the man was a hearthrob, a blue eyed hearthrob at that. Yes, the braided man's eye sight was exceptional when it came to things like this.
"A gripe sheet, huh." He muttered to himself eying his own sheet that hung just to the right of his pilot sheet. He had never had to use it before. He grabbed it cautiously staring at the paper and reading over the directions. It was simple enough. Beside the 'P:', he had to put his problem then beside the 'S:', the mechanic would put the solution or action taken to correct said problem. He tapped his foot thoughtfully, thinking of anything that could possibly be wrong with his plane. Yes, his plane. No one else flew it and rarely did anyone other than himself work on it. It was an unspoken rule. Plane 02 was Duo's plane. "Ah!" He said inspired and wrote quickly but carefully. He looked over again grinning madly. Yes, this is what happened when you left a braided baka by himself.
*
"Yo, Heero, you have a gripe slip." Trowa called behind him. His emerald eyes scanned over the sheet of paper slowly. A small grin twitched at the corners of his lips. He quickly covered it using the sweep of his cinnamon brown hair to hide the right side of his face. The damn grin just wouldn't be tamed.
Heero looked up from what he was doing. His cobalt blue eyes watched the taller man approach him. Curiously he looked down at the paper. "That's from Plane 02?" He asked.
Trowa nodded once.
"Hmm...." Heero took the paper and read it again.
'P: Left inside main tyre almost needs replacement.' was written in semi bubbly handwriting. The Japanese mechanic frowned. That didn't make any sense. What kind of complaint was that? With a 'hn', he wrote his response.
*
Duo gawked at the response from the mechanic with the blue eyes.
'S: Almost replaced left inside main tyre.'
He was torn between laughing and pouting. So that's how he wanted play it, huh?
*
And so the gripe sheets continued to be exchanged.......
P: Test flight OK, except auto-land very rough.
S: Auto-land not installed on this aircraft.
P: Something loose in cockpit.
S: Something tightened in cockpit
P: Dead bugs on windshield.
S: Live bugs on back-order.
P: Autopilot in altitude-hold mode produces a 200 feet per minute descent.
S: Cannot reproduce problem on ground.
P: Evidence of leak on right main landing gear.
S: Evidence removed.
P: DME volume unbelievably loud.
S: DME volume set to more believable level.
P: Friction locks cause throttle levers to stick.
S: That's what they're there for.
P: IFF inoperative.
S: IFF always inoperative in OFF mode.
P: Suspected crack in windshield.
S: Suspect you're right.
P: Number 3 engine missing.
S: Engine found on right wing after brief search.
P: Aircraft handles funny.
S: Aircraft warned to straighten up, fly right, and be serious.
P: Target radar hums.
S: Reprogrammed target radar with lyrics.
P: Mouse in cockpit.
S: Cat installed.
P: Noise coming from under instrument panel. Sounds like a midget pounding on something with a hammer.
S: Took hammer away from midget
P: You're cute and won't come visit me
S: Ask me to
P: Will you come visit me, Mister Hot Lookin' Cookie Man
S: Sure
P: Will you go out with me?
S: ........sure
P: How's three sound?
S: Make it 3:10
P: Okay
S: Okay
TBC......
A/N: If you want the actual joke, let me know. This is what I got out of it, not to mention a good laugh. Hope you enjoyed it too. Review and let me know. If I get anymore jokes I'll be sure to try to make them into fics too.