The Cleaner and the Mechanic

[Jeff Weston]

After the bodies were counted by Jeff and dealt with (spacing them), Jeff worked on finding out what was the most useful and what was going to be harder to sell for profit.

If I had known we're going to have to deal with this stuff then I would have shot higher and cleaner.

Jeff worked on the brigde first taking an inventory of the bridge lockers and supplies setting in the co-pilots's seat he arranged the items at his feet. Statified with the loock of the items re restowed the common stuff back into the lockers. Lars did say that he would send some one up here but who well that was yet to be seen.

[Jordan Maxwell]

Jordan stood just outside of the door to the cockpit and looked Jeff over, he was on her side. "Jeff, Can you help me pull things off the engine?" she asked biting her lower lip, not that she truly needed his help, but the engine was on the other side of the ship and she felt uncomfortable being alone. After all there was any number of things that could happen, hidden pirates attack, and, well that's all she could think of. Truth be told, she didn't have a reason, she just didn't want to be alone.

[Jeff Weston]

Hearing the soft words of Jordan Jeff lifted his head.

Sure no prob kid. Hey,...um it's alright now I swept the ship from stem to stern but if you feel uneasy take this for a while and don't worry you can't kill anyone with it.

Jeff drew his sonic weapon out and dlowly handed it over to her. He heard some of the event at the bridge. Still she had tod have that some thing to focus her mind and get her to thinking other than the causing of a persons death.

So ...um what parts are you.. I mean we are going to strip? Some thing that don't require me having to rush to find my helmet yes.

He knew he placed it some where but where was another issue. Might have been in the cargo bay with all the heavy lifting he had to do. His suit needed a bit of tweeking.

By the way are you familuar with Evo-suits? This one is acting a bit up moister is building up faster than it can be taken out. When were done here would you care for a look at it? I'll pay ya of coures.

[Jordan Maxwell]

Jordan nodded when he was talking about the ship, and was shocked when he handed her the gun. She felt uncomfortable holding it, but knowing it wouldn't kill put her a little at ease.

"I'm pulling out a few coils, some compression things, plugs, wires.. Several things I wanted to buy new for the ship in case there is a problem, but havin' the parts sitting back there, it would be silly not to pull it.. But, there should be no need for worry, I have been strippin' ships since I was 7." She smiled, ships were something she knew, something she had always had a knack for. As for his suit...

"I can look at it, I have a little experience, but you are on my ship, you are part of my crew, you keep me alive I'll keep your suit up to date." She smiled happily at him, she had always wanted some unsupervised time with a suit like that. She had confidence she could fit it no problem.

[Jeff Weston]

Jeff smiled as she agreed. It was good to have ones around that were handy. The only set back was she'd be privy to his suit's special ... features. Not only was it able to fend off the cold of space but had a system to refresh the used air indefiantly. Air being one major part it matter for he had yet to find another like it with out going deep into the core.

The other feature seemed minor the mag clamps in the boots and gloves. The black ops armor interlaced with carbon plates. Yet he had to trust someone. So as they made trip to the engine he wondered as to why had yet to get close to anyone. The first thing that came to his mind was that no one wanted him. Wanted by none made his mood go cold until he looked back to Jordan where a smile slowly came to a face which rarely had one. He was looking forward to taking apart an engine for parts not to make it cascade and explode.

[Jordan Maxwell]

In the engine room Jordan rambled on about different components and things they could use back on the ship, though on more than one occasion she called it "her" ship.

"And this compression coil will save the Cap'n some money. I love things like this, it's not very often I get to take them apart." She handed the coil to Jeff using both of her hands. As he took it she looked back and spoke in a cheery voice. "Ohhh! Synchronizers!" Reaching into the engine several sparks flew as she pulled out the synchronizer. After holding that out to him and crawling under the engine she realized she hadn't heard him speak much, she had been rambling on about engines for almost a hour.

"Why are you out here in the 'Verse?" She asked finally. "Don't you Alliance types stay near the core?"

[Jeff Weston]

My Alliance is to myself. I was raised and trained by the core Alliance group but they are not my family and in a time of great need they threw me away, just like my birth parents.

Jeff spat at the mention of his parents. Heavy handily he stuffed the parts in a gunnie sack.

Neither am I with the brown coats either. The one with most to offer me has use of my gun and my skills. So at the moment you all have my Aliance.

Jeff snorted. He hated to have it seem that he is always switching sides. When and if anyone person or group can offer his something none else can promise then he will keep joining whoever has the bigger offer.

It's not like I had a choice at the start of which side I could take. My birthing parents....Spitting again.....Dropped me on the steps of St. Lucy. They could have easily dropped me off on some rim world step if they were out that way. As it was they were in the core so.....I was born and orphaned an Aliance.

[Jordan Maxwell]

Jordan looked at Jeff, she could see the anger behind his eyes, and his words. She knew he was hurting, and in most cases most likely felt alone. She wanted to tell him a number of things, but she also knew that they would not help him. So instead, she moved over to him and hugged him.

"You're on my ship, that makes you family to me Jeff. All of us are a dysfunctional family in a way." Jordan let go. "Lars will pay ya' as long as you are on board, and all I can offer is my services as a mechanic, cook, and friend." She smiled up at him. "I know not a whole lot but that's all we got."