In The Engine Room (Fred)

[Achilles Jones]

After Claudio's henchman Henry and his thugs left the ship, Achilles briskly walked to the engine room and searched for his Chief Engineering Officer.

"Commander, where are you? I've got good news, I just got us a job. It'll be dangerous, difficult yet very rewarding."

Achilles said this at the top of his lungs, hoping the sound would overcome the sounds of the engines, and that it would bring her forth.

Achilles continued to repeat this until he found her.

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The young woman he was calling was stuck in the engine, her face getting splattered with grease. She muttered as she whacked at something, and suddenly the engine started to sound normal again, and wer towards her head. She jumped out quickly, vaguely wiping her face clean, or trying. She just got it pushed around her face, and wiped on her pants. A loud masculine voice got her attention. of course it was Achillies, or Captain Black. As if she'd ever call him that. She didn't answer right away, keeping an eye on the read outs, keeping time in hear head to the wher. There. Everything was right.

"Yah Achillies, Captain, Sir?!" she called, a half teasing note in her voice. She had known him for five years, and had helped him build up the Larrisa's Glory and her band of merry men, as she called them. She was in a jumper, and a long sleeved shirt, just so that her arms wouldn't get dirty. She continued to watch the read outs.

"Can't leave 'er side. Been acting up." she called, letting him know right where she was.

[Achilles Jones]

"Achilles walks over to her location being extra careful to not get any dirt or grease or oil on himself. Well beautiful, looks like we got a job."

The client wants up to do a grab and bag.

"Do you think our new pilot Ely will be up for the job?"

Achilles took another gulp from his alcohol.

"What's your sister up to?"

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The slim woman eyed Achilles for a second. Beautiful? Since when did he get away with that? She glared at him, then turned back to her read out. "Oh? And it's important for me to know? It's not like I can leave the ship. Especially at this point. I put in new parts and now I've got to get the old parts used to the new." she said with a half annoyed grunt.

"Never met her, How should I know? Sure hope so. I'm gettin' tired of having to fix her up after getting banged around." she replied quickly, before nodding, and motioning for another engineer. "Keep an eye on this for an hour. If it goes above .2 or under .1 get me. We've been having with the compressor." she turned to look at her captain, and friend.

"Heather is a Security Officer, what she does is her business, not mine. She's nineteen, as she constantly reminds me, and it's not up to me to keep track of her." she said, walking past him. It was here that she felt the most calm, but she had other duties. She was the queen here, and no one could tell her she was doing something wrong. Not even Achillies.

[Achilles Jones]

"Someone's got an attitude today. Nightmares? Calm down. Just because you've grown up to be all hot doesn't mean you get to verbally smack me int he face, in front of others especially."

Achilles rubbed his brow and temples in frustration.

"I was merely asking you about your sister to see if you knew what she was up to. No need to get a gorram attitude at me."

Achilles followed behind her walking.

"Also I was letting you know about the job, because I MIGHT need you in the operation, you MIGHT just want to know where and why we're moving the the ship."

Achilles walked back to the door of the engine rooms.

"We disembark at oh four hundred hours Fred."

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The brunet eyed her captain, as he assumed she was having bad dreams. She was, but still, that was beside the point. "No, It's not that. Just trouble with her workin's." she reached out and touched the engine case, looking at it. She had learned from her father that a ship talked to you. As long as you listened, she wouldn't let you fall out of the sky, but it seemed that somewhere. She just needed to ber sure this ship didn't fall out of the sky, and it kept trying.

"Everyone expects me to keep track of my adult sister. I'm tired of it, that's all." she muttered, ignoring his copping an attitude. What did he expect? Her to be happy twenty four seven? She sighed.

"I ain't no good at shootin' and you know it! Imma liability as anything else." she added, not exactly pleased with his 'order', for her to get her ass back in line. She also didn't much like guns, though she had one, that she did know how to clean, and shoot, though not well.

[Achilles Jones]

Achilles stood in that all so military way of standing and spoke once more.

"I may need you to come on the assault team with me to disable their engines and/or computer systems.

Also the pay for this mission, is anything we can salvage from the objective ship, even the ship herself if we can swing it.

You need to be there to make sure you get claim on what you want form the target before other crewmen do.

What would you do with the ability to salvage whatever you wanted from an Alliance patrol boat?"

Achilles turned out the door and spoke once more.

"Remember oh four hundred we leave. Not oh four hundred we get up to get ready to leave."

Achilles paused to wait for her response before walking away to attend to his captainly duties.

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The slim woman sighed. "As long as I don't do any shootin'. Last time it didn't end well." she grumbled the last part, not entirely happy with her life at the moment. She could also tell that she'd angred him. Why ELSE would he be standing that way? But she had her pride, as did he.

"Fine. I'll be there, and not much. Alliance patrol boats aren't my thing." she added the last part a bit snidely, but mainly she just stood there watching him go. Four hundred. Great.

"As if. I'm always on time, Captain." she said, giving him a mock salute before disapearing behind the engine again. She would deal with him later. She just wanted to be left alone. And she really didn't want to deal with this mission. It wasn't her thing.

[Achilles Jones]

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