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Topic Started: Jun 5 2010, 09:48 AM (219 Views)
Gwen MacKenzie
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Mentally Gwen could hear the clock ticking down on their window to leave for Hera. She hadn't said a word about the message that Jon had sent her, how she knew the destination she was formulating to get the crew to agree to, and exactly what she planned on saying to her bastard of a brother once she was actually there. Oh there was a lot of things that crossed her mind and none of them would be good towards the end goal of her being there. She'd not say a word about the Underground to him even if he would know she was lying. Course the two had grown since their last civil conversation together and lying had become an intricate part of her every day life since the War had ended. Blood stained fingers scrubbed over her tired face, somehow having found the strength to take the contacts out changing her eyes back to green. The dye would he washed from her hair soon enough, well, as soon as she could bring herself to actually do it. Since coming back to the ship everything about her was on autopilot.

Green eyes glanced about the trashed galley and what little they had been able to pick up in there. Everyone was focused on what they needed to do to get Cressi moving again or their own bunks. Gwen couldn't even step foot in hers. Not yet at least. Slowly the woman sat up pulling her arms off her knees where she had been bent over simply staring at the ground. They needed to get this over with- get on the way to Hera even if they were going to be limping. Anything would be better than just sitting there in space letting that window close down around them. Stained fingers reached out for the PAL on the tabletop only hesitating once as she flipped the radio on to the ship-wide channel. "Everyone to the galley. Lets get this meetin' done with."
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Aurora Carlisle
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Rora was busy at work, working mostly at the intake valve, which had been torn apart. Than god they hadn't bothered with the catalyser or compression coil. She was pretty sure she would've had a fit.

Holding a piece of the valve in place, Rora slipped a piece of twine between her teeth before pulling her knife from its hiding place and cutting it, grabbing it and knotting it to hold the valve piece in place.

She'd have to weld this piece, just to be sure it wouldn't leak and cause further problems, but for the main engine she could use as much twine as she needed. Wrinkling her nose at the thought, Rora jumped as Gwen's voice - tired, angry, a million emotions that the woman probably didn't even notice - came over the ship-wide channel.

Dropping her tools, Rora jumped off the bench and moved quickly through her workspace to the door, and up to the galley. She was the first one there. "How's the Doc?" Rora blurted out. She'd rushed to the engine room so quick, she'd not heard anything.
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Seraphina Grant
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Pocket Sized Fatalities
Fi got to the galley in no time. As soon as she'd heard Gwen's voice on the overhead she'd started up, it was time for some grub anyway. She kept her data pad clutched in one hand as she strode through the door, glancing at Rora when the brunette spoke and then shooting her eyes over to the Captain. She hadn't been to see him yet. She was focusing on her work, making sure the guts of the Cressi were still operational, though she'd had to piggy back a ton of wires already. What kind of monsters simply ripped computers out of the wall with no thought to the wiring?

Gwen looked tired, completely worn out and a bit frozen around the edges. The only thing Fi could think of for that kind of reaction was the kid. Her brother had kidnapped Rosie after all, and the Cap'n had been close to the little hellion. Hell, Fi even had a softish spot for the brat. Not that she would admit it to anyone.

Fi took a seat across from Gwen and set her data pad in front of her. She let her eyes drop to the pad and studied the numbers. Again. She'd patched the innards of the giant hole in the wall that used to be her favorite computer. She hoped they had fun trying to get through her security. She'd be seeing them before they cracked it.

Her blue eyes looked up from the numbers and across to the blond. "You look like crap that got trampled by a herd of wild horses," She informed the older woman. She knew that she herself wasn't much better. She still had on the hideously bright colored costume, though she'd traded the heels for a pair of boots.
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