Minor Electrical Issue?

[Jordan Maxwell]

Jordan slowly walked into the cockpit. She was hoping that Trace would be in his bunk but no luck. for the last day she had kept herself busy by running new wires around the ship. She was trying to make the relays run just a faster to Trace's commands. She knew that a few seconds delay could mean life or death and these older ships sometimes had an issue with that.

"Hey, Trace, I need to get under there and rewire some things, could you move please?" She smiled like her old self again. She was getting a little more sleep but things were gettnig strange between the two of them since he kissed her, twice.

[Trace Kennet]

Trace jumped, and almost fell out of his chair. He had been thinking a lot recently, and he found that he wasn't always aware of others nearby. "Sure," He croaked, for his voice had not been used in a few hours or so. He quickly moved out of the way, and walked instead to stare out the window. "I can leave if you want," He said, "If you need to concentrate or whatnot." He glanced back at her, still embarrassed by his actions a few days ago. He began heading towards the door, not sure whether he hoped she would stop him or not.

[Jordan Maxwell]

"And if something starts happening who's going to fly this thing? Just have a seat Trace." She smiled at him again then got onto her hands and knees crawling under the station. She opened the panel and started feeling around inside for what she was looking for. "This should give you a faster responce time.. Is there anything else you need me to fix while I'm down here... Turn signels?" She glanced at him, she was trying to get him to relax if only a little.

[Trace Kennet]

"nah, not that I know of," Said Trace, choosing to return to his window rather than sit. He was nervous and afraid that he would make another mistake. "Everything seems to be just dandy." He looked off, not really registering what he was looking at. He wasn't sure what to do with her joke, considering the situation. Instead, he changed the subject. "So what are all these new wires for?" He asked casually, "I never knew you were giving us a whole overhaul..." He didn't really know what else to say. Sure there was a lot he wanted to say, but not much he would dare to actually verbalize. "Did Munchie get loose again?"

[Jordan Maxwell]

"What? No, Munchie is in his bed room when i fed him dinner eariler. Why?" She moved to get out and sat up too quickly hitting her head against the panel. She fell back hitting her head on the ground and just laid there for a moment holding her forehead.

She had been doing things like this for the last few days. She burned her arm, droped a wrench on her toe, even fell off a ladder, she thought this might have been a little safer, but it was just her luck. hurting herself.

[Trace Kennet]

"Are you alright?" Trace asked, unable to hide his over concern. He tried to make it sound just friendly, and failed. He turned to walk towards her, and stopped. Glad she was unable to see him, he simply returned to the window. "Come on Trace," he muttered to himself, "Get over it."
He decided that he needed to clear his conscience, and goet it over with. "Jordan," He began, still glad she was unable to see him tense up and try to keep from losing it. "I need to apologize for, well you know." He said, sounding pitiful. "I was wrong, and I know it, and well, you deserve to hit me with your wrench." He looked back over his shoulder, and tried to act happy, and care free. "Can you forgive me?"

[Jordan Maxwell]

"There was some truth in what you said Tray, I know that, but.. Listen, It's not something someone can just let go suddendly. That has been my life much longer than being free." She looked back at where she was looking at and rubber her forehead, a little blood was on her hand, but she figured her bangs would cover it, besides it wasn't her first time hurting herself in the last couple of says. She didn't feel like herself. The ship wasn't talking to her right now, she was just too distracted.

"I forgive you Trace, I have a hard time staying mad at my family." She was refering to everyone on the ship being her family. She had thought about that alot over the last few days, they were all family in a way.

[Trace Kennet]

Trace let out the breath he had been inadvertently holding. "Thank's Jordan, thanks a million." It was good to know she didn't hate him, but he still didn't know how he felt. Things between them were still unsteady, and he didn't know what to do about it. He would give it some time, maybe things would work out for him. "So what great plan are you bringing into being with all your electrical work?" He asked, walking back over towards her. "You have been at it for such a long time, there can't be that many dead light bulbs." He decided to push the whole mess to the back of his mind and let it be for now. "Can I do anything to help?"

[Jordan Maxwell]

"I'm trying to improve the responce time of the controls. Make it easier to turn sharp courners and just over all give you more control over a situation.." Jordan rubbed her head for another moment before she went back to cutting some wire and running some other things about inside. She was also chaning lightl bulbs, but he didn't need to know that part. "Can you pass me the thingy.." She said pointing at her tool bag.

[Trace Kennet]

"You make it sound like we are flying a Gunship,"said Trace as he moved towards her bag, "I didn't know we were in the business of Dogfighting." He had always been fascinated by the fast paced arial fights, he longed to feel the thrill, to connect with men who had done the same, all the way back to Earth-That-Was. When she motioned for her bag, Trace raised an eyebrow, even if she couldn't see. "The thingy?" He chuckled, sliding the bag within reach, "Do you want that in 5/8ths? or 11/16ths?" He smiled, and remained nearby, at his ease at last, all thoughts of other stuff gone.
"So what is it like?" He asked, trying to think of a good conversation, "To hear a ship?" He didn't know if this was the right way to say it or not. "I heard the mechanics at the bars on Osiris talking about being able to hear the ship. Captains also said similar stuff." He reached back to scratch his head. "I mean, I know that flying i can get connected for sure, but hear it? Hell I figure a pilot ought to know if the ship he was flying started to talk."

[Jordan Maxwell]

"I know every purr that engine makes, I can feel the changes in speed when you step on the gas or let her coast. I know the vibrations from almost every floor of the boat." She stopped what she was doing and looked at him. Her eyes showed the content, wonderment of what she was talking about. "It's almost like words, the slightest thing changes, and I can feel it, I can hear it. In some cases, you can see the changes as they happen. You learn the ship, and she learns you in a way." She blinked several times to get her head out of the clouds and pulled out some wire cutters and went back to work.

"It's not as much words, as it is almost, a type of telepathy I suppose. When a mechanic and a pilot get to know eachother, when they are in flight they can almost do the same thing. They just move and know the other one is there picking up the slack. On the Bombay, Marty and Max were like that, It was almost like they thought as one person. But they both knew the ship and knew what needed to be done, and they have been flying together for 6 years." She peeked out from under again and looked at him, "It's kind of interesting don't you think? Being able to share a connection like that? Anyway, I have always been able to listen and feel troubles with ships. However, the Star talks a little more than others. She really wants everything runnin right, and she doesn't want new parts. She's picky but that's why I love her." She pet the floor and went back under to work on some more things.

[Trace Kennet]

Trace shook his head and snorted. "I dunno," He said rather disbelievingly, "I mean, I know when things go wrong most of the time, but i am not sure if I am going to buy the Telepathy, Picky ship stuff." He kicked a piece of metal scrap across the floor. Most of that can just be explained by routine, and knowing how to execute your job."" He looked down at the mechanic, or what he could see of her, "And sure it is" he paused putting special emphasis on his next word, "Interesting." He walked over to the co-pilot station and glanced over the sensors, "But there are things I would find much more enjoyable than arguing with an engine cuz it wont work with the parts." He leaned in closer to the controls and his voice was distracted. "That is just bad design, if you ask me."
Trace was seeing something on the scanner, and he brushed it, thinking it was dust. "Hey now," He said, realizing it was either a glitch or an object being picked up on the scanner. "You aren't messing with the scanner feeds are you?" He sat down, and pressed a few buttons, trying to clear the screen. "There is something on the feed, and it looks fairly large." He glanced back at Jordan. "You didn't cut any wires you weren't supposed to?" he asked, concerned, "Or should I call the captain and Dru?"

[Jordan Maxwell]

"I'm not messin with the sensors." She slid out from where she walked over to him. there was something there, but it wasn't moving. She hit the switch, "Cap'n, Dru, can you come to the cockpit please. Trace found somethin' " She looked back at him then at the sensor, they were getting closer to whatever it was. There was any number of reasons for something to be out here in space, but most of those things, were moving faster than that.

[Trace Kennet]

"if it isn't you then what the hell is it?" Said Trace fiddling with the sensor to try and get a more in depth readout. "We are coming up on whatever it is, we should have visual by... Oh my God." His voice trailed off. He had just looked out the window and seen what was on the sensor. There was a ship all-right, but that was stretching the imagination. The thing floating out there was just that, floating with trash and junk floating nearby. "That can't be good," Trace said altering their course to bring them farther out from the wreck, and get a better view. "Why is this thing here, there are no un-salvaged wrecks in the cortex.." His voice trailed off, and he glanced back at Jordan. "Unless.." But he changed his mind. "Where the hell is the captain?"