Just My Luck }{ [Bjorn Crew]

[Jordan Maxwell]

Two Days after the Dinner Post.

"Seriously now?" Jordan crossed her arms at the engine, "I just bought you those plugs and you are refusing to use one. Now you listen here, we need this plug, and I know that the old one fit better." She was scolding the engine, she did it fairly often when she was replacing parts. To this day, she wasn't sure if she was speaking to the engine or herself sometimes.

"However, they don't make that brand anymore, so get over yourself and," She slid the spark plug back into place, and flipped a small pin to lock it back in, as she had three times before now, and before speaking to the engine like this. "let this thing do it's job!"

As she finished her lecture to the engine, the plug slid into place, and the small lock engaged properly, nothing happened. Jordan smiled to herself and patted the engine casing softly. "See, it's not all bad. Just have to get use to wearing it is all." Smiling she rubbed the back of her hand against her forhead, at a useless attempt to keep the oils off her face.

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[Lars Engström]

Lars chuckled at the mechanics antics as he walked into the engine room. "I hope you aren't expecting the engine to talk back to you," he said playfully, "Cuz you will be here for a very long time." He looked around, and then returned his attention to the mechanic. "I hope the ship is in travelling shape," he said, because we are heading to Sihnon. Will she make it? We have a client waiting for us, so a positive answer would be nice..." His voice trailed off as he waited for Jordan to say something. "Oh and Jordan, there is quite a lot of oil left on your face, in case you were wondering."

[Jordan Maxwell]

She ignored his tease about the oil. She knew her habits and she would be completely covered when she was done. "She will be ready to fly. Well, she is ready now. I was just doing some minor things to make sure she was feeling better. She has been a bit sluggish lately." Jordan ran her hand along the case again. She's a little temperamental about her parts.. Is there something I should look into? The Mule?"

She offered up her best smile and put her hands in her back pockets.

[Drusilla Pardieu]

Drusilla had kept to herself a bit the previous day, unsure of some things. Mostly having to do with Jordan. She'd also skipped meals with the crew. She kept herself busy cleaning her weaponry, in her room. It gave her time to think, clear her mind. The mercenary wasn't sure exactly what to do even after a day of thought.

Well the first thing she should have done was talk to Jordan, find out of there was even anything for her to think about in the first place. She hadn't thought of that though, and felt silly after finally realizing it.

She moved fast paced toward the engine room, slowing down when she heard Lars' voice. Dru sighed a little, so much for a chat. She stopped at the entrance, leaning against the frame. "Hey you two." Giving a small smile when she looked at Jordan.

[Jordan Maxwell]

Jordan's normal smile brightened as she saw Dru. "Hey you." Her hands moved from her pockets and she waved at Dru. She had kept herself busy since the night they spent together. After all, what could she's say? 'That was an amazing kiss, would you like another?' Jordan turned away to hide the blush as she gathered up some of her tools.

"We can tell Trace she's good to go. I would like to get a new belt for her soon though." She spoke softly, almost as though she feared the ship might hear her talking about more parts.

[Lars Engström]

Lars snorted and gave Jordan an interested look when she greeted Dru. He tried to pass off his vocalization as a cough, by moving his hand up to cover his mouth. Midnight visits, almost overly friendly greetings, Lars decided at that moment he was going to have to get some answers, but now was not the time. He made a mental note to talk to a certain mechanic about a few things, then he put his arms back at his sides, and tried to regain his composure. "Well, I am glad to hear that we are good to go." Said Lars, as he gave Jordan his we-need-to-talk-later, look. "Ill make sure Trace knows, and then we can head out." He was about to turn when he heard footsteps outside. He saw the pilot walk in. "Looks like he came and found us."

[Trace Kennet]

Trace was deep on thought as he made his way down to the engine room. The last few days had been rather uneventful, which had left him with a lot of time to think, and a lot of time to get inside his own head. He had tried to ignore the things that were eating at him, but he couldn't get them out of his head. He knew that the others must have noticed, but he had been trying extremely hard to keep up his optimistic outward appearance.
As he walked in the engine room, he didn't immediately notice how popular it seemed to have become. "Jordan, what is the situation with... Oh." He noticed everyone else looking at him. "Hello everyone, Captain." He nodded and tried to hide his discomfort. "When did we move the common area down here?" Trace was not exactly excited about the seeming crowd that had gathered. He had hoped Jordan would be alone, so he could talk to her. He wasn't sure who to talk to, but she seemed to be the best one at listening, and he needed to talk. "Is everything alright down here?" he asked, hoping Dru and the captain were about to leave.

[Jordan Maxwell]

"Everythin' is shiny! No need to fret. The ship is ship shape" Jordan smiled at Trace and nodded to the engine. "I put some new parts in her you will have to tell me if she handles any different."

Her hands slid into her back pockets. She normally loves talking to people but she was starting to feel as though she was getting a bit too popular for her on taste. She knew that Dru and her needed to talk about their kiss. Trace seemed to want to talk to her, the Cap'n needed something and she still wanted to speak to the medic and Jeff. When did she suddenly have so many friends?

[Lars Engström]

Sensing that this might be a good time for the crowd to disperse, Lars cleared his throat and spoke. "Well, i am glad to hear that Jordan." He paused, and looked around, then continued. "I need to talk to you when you get the chance, but it isn't anything urgent. Just come and find me when you get all this sorted out. I'll be in my office." He turned and waked out of the engine room, headed for his office. "Something strange is going on here," He muttered, "And i want to know what it is."

[Lance Howe]

"So this is where everyone is." Lance said as he entered the engine room just as the captain was leaving. "By chance would we possibly have a rat or some other type of small mammal stowed away on the ship?"

It was certainly an odd and out of place question but Lance didn't notice the peculiarity of it. He'd been spending the better part of the last two days preparing the drug to use for the... kidnapping was such a strong work. He liked to think of it more as a controlled capturing. Long story short was that he had a product ready but wanted to test it first and considering possible side effects it was best to try on something that nobody cared about rather than crew. He'd been so engrossed in the project that it was hard for him to think that the others wouldn't immediately know what his question was in reference to.

[Drusilla Pardieu]

Dru smiled slightly when she saw Jordan smile with her returned greeting. Though she didn't say anything more, letting Lars and her continue whatever his purpose down here was. The mercenary rolled her eyes at the entrance of the pilot now also. This semi-small room was getting crowded quickly, popular place to be. Dru assumed he was down here looking for the mechanic as well, "Guess you missed the invitation Trace." Dru grinned as she spoke to the guy. The jury was still out on the pilot, about whether or not Dru gave any sort of care about him. The same could be said for just about everyone else though too, the one exception being Jordan of course.

"Most ships usually do, tricky part being in finding them Doc. Looking for a new pet?" Drusilla pushed herself off from the wall she was leaning on, it was time for her to leave. Glancing over to the mechanic, they could talk later; or something. At the moment Dru just wanted to get out of the room.

[Jordan Maxwell]

"I'm sure I can get you a fuzzy critter to two Doc. They like to screw round with my wires." She smiled to the Doctor, but saw the look behind Dru's eyes. She wasn't sure how this was going to play out. She guessed only time would tell.

"How many do you need? You ain't gonna hurt em are ya' " she knew the likely hood of him even asking her meant that the rats were not going to be long for this world. However she had to ask.

[Lance Howe]

"A pet? Oh no no no." The doctor was finally making connections that they were not all on the same page. Of course, why would they be? They weren't mind readers though some might have an idea for the reasons behind his questioning. The responses he got were very encouraging and luckily no one took his question the wrong way as to suggest that the ship was a filthy and ill kept place.

"Well, the goal is not to hurt them. If anything ill comes of it then that is an unfortunate side-effect and beyond my control. It's also the prime reason why I need them instead of experimenting with the knock-out drug on myself or one of you... I assumed that no one would have any attachment to a stowaway rodent."

[Trace Kennet]

Trace had been listening, and watching. When the doctor had come in, he moved over to a wall, and leaned against it. The doctor was interested in rats for testing some of his "Sleepy Time Liquid" and that was interesting enough. Trace had never been a fan of Doctors, or hospitals. He associated doctors with death, and with all that had happened recently, he was not eager to get to know the doctor. He didn't want to find out that if this man had been here, that maybe... trace shook his head and tried to direct his thoughts away from these painful memories. He needed to talk to Jordan, he knew, or hoped he knew, she would understand. "Do you have any cages? Or traps of some kind?" He asked, chiming in to get his mind off of his own slow slide to insanity. "If you put some of the peanut butter in them and leave 'em on the ground, the buggers will be fighting to get in." Trace had loved trying to catch animals at home. Osiris didn't have many animals, but rats were everywhere, and he had always been interested. "You can also try crackers." He lapsed back into silence, and returned to his mind, not sure if he felt better after talking or not.

[Jordan Maxwell]

"Well..... I must admit to a love of some little ship critters.. kinda.. don't talk the Cap'n." She leaned behind the engine and pulled out a metal box. She had one rat inside. "His name is Munchie. I found him crawling in the block I feed him three times a day... and he likes it when you pet..." Jordan paused and she looked at everyone in the room. Someone had to catch the rats. She just didn't have the heart to kill them.

She held the home made cage to the Doc."I can't kill them they are too cute... I dropped them off on the planets we visit. Are you going to need Nibbler, Oscar, Pep, Queenie and Ralf?."