Flight 4330 by ~Altoshipper (PL), Juba Jaguar owned by ~LeadbyFAITH (BR) Part 1

A young female jaguar sat on a wooden bench in departures hall. She looked through glass wall at stand, which was full of aircrafts of many kinds. Several smaller for domestic routes and much more bigger for international. She tried to find her plane. It took her five minutes. It was a large Boeing 777-300ER, painted in Star Alliance livery. The only thing indicating the actual airline was a small symbol of TAM Airlines painted near the plane's nose.

The view of beloved machine cheered her up. She smiled and immediately turned around to see the table of flights. The TAM Airlines Flight 4330 to Warsaw was delayed, so she still had three hours. Meanwhile a giant Lufthansa Airbus A380 landed on severely damaged runway, making an incredible noise. Annoyed jaguar decided to leave.

"Juba !"- she heard her name, when she was heading towards the pilot's room.

-"Yes, what's going on ? Another delay ?"-she asked.

-"Unfortunately yes, but that's not the worst."-the flight controller said.

-"Oh, damn, what happened ? We're again out of white chocolate ?"

-"Again you're right. But I regret to inform you that due to unknown reason you lost your First Officer."

-"You're pulling my leg ! How can I fly alone, huh ? I need someone !"

-"I know. Thank God, the Star Alliance exists. We'll find someone who's free now. What's your destination ?"

-"Warsaw."

-"Chopin or Modlin ?"

-"This which is not low-cost."

-"Hm... so it's Chopin airport. Don't worry, I'm seriously sure that there is someone as a replacement."

-"Ok, I understood. And how about the delay ?"

-"One hour. We discovered several problems with the flight cabin server."

-"Is it serious ?"-"Flight without in-flight entertainment system ? Juba, it's sick ! You know, what counts the most, don't you ?"

-"Unfortunately, I know."- Juba answered.

She entered the pilot's room. It was almost empty. And suprisingly quiet. The annoying sound of A380 disappeared. She felt that she's calming down. She sat on a chair and took her iPad as she wanted to know something about her destination airport. She saw several pictures, videos and read lots of short articles. Warsaw-Chopin turned out to be much smaller than Rio-Galeao but she liked it somehow. Juba was very curious about it all, since it was her first flight on that route. The flight itself was planned to be at least twelve hours long with a time difference of five hours. It wasn't the longest journey for Juba, but still it was about four hours longer than an average.

While reading she became hungry. She opened her backpack and grabbed her last piece of white chocolate. It wasn't big, so she placed it entirely in her mouth, not caring that it was sticking out and gluing her lips. Suddenly she received a message. She immediately opened it.-"Dear Capt. Juba Jaguar, blah blah blah..."-she read spitting the display with remains of chocolate-"... we found a replacement. It's a LOT pilot, a bit younger than you, but very experienced. His name is Steve Lixandru, he is half-Polish, half-French. He flew several times on route Warsaw Chopin-Rio Galeao, so he is able to act as a navigator. We send you the photo of him, blah blah blah."- she continued. The picture didn't impress her. Steve Lixandru turned out to be a poker-faced Umbreon, looking somehow nerdy.-"I hope he speaks English."-she said to herself.

The hours were passing slowly. Juba started to bore. She decided to leave the pilot's room to go for a short walk. While passing by one of the gates, she noticed a large Boeing 787-8 docking to one of the jetways. She went closer to check its airline. The plane carried the same Star Alliance livery but instead of TAM's it had LOT's logo. A large number of passengers left the plane.-"Hm... maybe my new First Officer is somewhere in this crowd."- Juba said to herself. However, the crew didn't leave the plane. Juba tried to enter it, but she was stopped by security guards. Even her pilot ID card didn't help. However, on her way back to pilot's room, she noticed two suspicious guys walking in the same direction. They were mumbling something in a language pretty difficult to understand . It was similar to German, but also a bit to Russian. Suddenly, one of them headed towards the another terminal, while his buddy was still tracing Juba. She accelerated her steps.

When she had entered the pilot's room, she immediately packed all her stuff, cleaned her lips from remains of chocolate, sat on a chair and locked her look on the ceiling. The guy entered the room. It was Steve Lixandru. However, he looked much better than on the photo. He was at least fifteen centimeters taller than Juba and had a weird bolt on his left ear. He had a small overloaded backpack. He sat on a chair near Juba and looked at her. She blushed and give him her hand, saying-"Cześć, jak się masz ?"-trying to simulate Polish accent. Steve, a bit astonished, shaked her hand and answered-"Dobrze, nawet bardzo. A ty ?". This time Juba remained silent, since she understood nothing. Steve smiled and said with a nerdy London accent

-"Haha, that's was nice ! Of course I fell good."

-"You're welcome."-Juba answered, still having a pink blush on her face.

-"So."-he started-"It seems that we're going to make a flight, ain't we ?"

-"Well... indeed it seems to. But you must know that I am the captain here, not you. You have to obey all my orders, understood ?"

-"Of course understood, haha."- he giggled again.

-"Glad that you understand. Is that true that you have never been a First Officer ?"

-"Nope. But it isn't a difficult job, is it ?"-"It depends actually. But thas't not the point. Will you be able to hide your habits ? I don't want any problems on my plane. As I said: I am the captain. Even on the other side of the world. Got it ?"

-"Mhm.. got it.."

-"Right, so I think we can board the plane. Our flight's becoming soon."

- Juba said and smiled to Steve. He didn't anwser. He just grabbed his backpack and opened the door. Juba left the room first, thanking him for opening. Steve smiled and traced her.

They arrived at the jetway 34. Despite the "Boarding" quote written on information display over the main door, nobody has entered the aircraft yet. And the departure time moved again. Juba decided to do one thing more before leaving Brazil.

-"Steve, can I ask you a favour ?"

-"Yup, what's going on ?"

-"I'd love to have a photo. Can you take me one ? Do you have a camera ?"

-"I think I have.. wait a minute.."-he said and started to take off his backpack. Juba stopped him.

-"I'll find it."-she said. Steve blushed in a big ashame but let her do it. Juba opened the bag and immediately found the camera. And something else...

-"Mmmmm... maybe I'll borrow it.. he won't kill me. At least I hope so."

-"Got it ?"- Steve asked a bit bored

-"Yes I found it. Here you are."- she said, giving him the camera. Then she stood in front of the jetway's door, made a two-finger salute and smiled, forgetting that she was holding a bar of white chocolate. Steve however didn't notice it. Instead he started to complain.

-"Hm... looks a bit boring... wait, I have an idea."-he said and ripped a small yellowish-brownish flower from the nearest clomb. He placed it over Juba's right ear.

-"Right.. much better now. Don't move..."- he said and took the photo. Immediately afterwards she hid the bar in her pocket and came to see the photo.-"Nice, really nice. Thank you Steve."- she said with moderate enthusiasm.-"You're welcome."- he answered immediately. Suddenly they both heard a loud noise. Someone was rapidly heading towards them. Neither of them considered it as something nice. And they were right. It was one of the security guards, the same who cut Juba's way to the LOT 787. He looked at them and started to shout.

-"How many times I have to remind you that it's not a photo studio, you spoiled brats ! And you Lixandru, you damn pervert, have a ban here ! With all your fucking airline. Remember the view of my fist ? If not and you don't want to, take this cat outta my way !"-Steve didn't answer. The guard looked at Juba.-" What are you looking at, you princess ? This is not a place for kids like you ! Who the hell gave you both the licenses ?"-he continued. Steve and Juba were keeping straight faces despite offensive words and a very interesting smell coming out of guard's mouth. Unfortunately after two minutes they ran out of patience. Steve jumped on guard's chest and used Mean Look on him. An unbelievable frighten paralyzed him. Some tears appeared in his eyes. Then Juba with her sharp claws ripped his face. The guard immediately ran away, crying like an infant.

As the guard disappeared Steve and Juba looked at each other. They rapidly smiled and hit a high five.-"I wonder who the hell gave him the job. I have never seen a bigger dope."- Juba started.-"Yup, you're right. I actually had several incidents with him."-"Lucky, that all of the Star Alliance is moving to Terminal 3."-"Indeed. Hey, it seems that the actual boarding is on now."- Steve noticed. A big crowd of passengers was approaching the gate.-"Yeah, you're right. We'd better get outta here !"- Juba shouted and pulled Steve's arm. They ran through the gate, showing their ID's and arrived at the aircraft. The rest of the crew was already there. They looked with disappointment on both pilots. In

order to avoid their mean looks, Juba and Steve entered the flight deck without a word. Steve immediately sat on one of the seats.

-"HEY ! THAT'S MINE !"- Juba shouted and kicked him out. -"I am the captain here, remember ? Behave yourself."

-"I know, know..."- Steve started to defend himself.-"I'm just used to sit on the left side. Stop fussing, please."

-"I stop when you stop."

-"I don't get it, what's going on ? I'm driving you mad ?"

-"Just behave as a First Officer has to, ok ?"

-"Ok.. I think so.".