Barbara Gordon (_the_oracle_) wrote,
Barbara Gordon
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Nanotech at The Base

Cassandra's and our flight into the Golden State of California was more than pleasent.

Upon arriving and aquiring our rented car we stopped at a local pizza place and grabbed a bite to eat. "Barbara, who is this person we're seeing? I don't know anything about her...."

Taking another sip of my drink I proceeded to tell her. "She's an old friend of mine by the name of Zinda Blake. She's a fighter pilot-- or was. Still is, depending on how you look at it. Perhaps you've heard of the Blackhawks?

"She was part of the elite squad and happens to be the only female on the team. Now... she IS the remaining squad, but continues to serve when she's needed."

Cassandra only smiled and nodded. "Well if you trust her then I trust her. I look forward to meeting Zinda then. Try the slice with pine nuts! It's awesome."

We later made our way to our destination: March Airforce Bace and met up with Zinda, who was waiting for the two of us at the gate.

"Good of you to make it Barbara!" she smiled, giving a friendly wave.

She was fully dressed in inform. Jacket with the Blackhawk insignia on it as well as her pliot's cap with matching logo as well. She took notice to Cassandra and gave a wave to her as well. "You must be Cassandra. Barbara has told me a lot about you. It's such an honor to finally meet her protege."

She started walking forward, the heels of her shoes clicking on the pavement and motioned to the golf cart. "We'll get to the hangar a lot faster in this." She turned to me. "Need help, Barb?" She, of course, was making refernce to my chair.

"We've got it, Zinda, thank you."

It was pretty much customary for either Cassandra or Dinah to handle my chair. Other than those two, including daddy, I barely let anyone touch it as it is.

It didn't take us long before we made it to the hangar to the awaiting jet.

"Now it's as I told you, Barb. I don't know what the heck is going on with the aircraft but they keep resulting a jarbled mess of code when we turn the systems on. Some of the controls... well... I'll let you take a look at them."

+++++++++

I had to take a sample of one of the circuit boards from within Zinda's plane to try and run a diagnostic on it to see what's going on. I've been sitting in my hotel room, poking and proddting at the board, running the dignified tests I know how to run on it.

I finally get my systems to work well enough to a point to get part of the code to show up for more than a second.



....This looks familar...
Tags: california, cassandra, circuit, kryptonese, march air force base, planes, superman, zinda, zinda blake
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