Somewhere between Tycho and Ceres, a few days before the Blockade... The three man crew had made the decision to head for Ceres station. It was one of the larger stations in the Belt; and it would offer their best chances at resupplying their recently acquired ship, while also affording them the opportunity to find some sort of gainful employment. For the time being, Violet was the acting pilot for the vessel, but she could only do so much. So far, her best (and only) claim to fame was not crashing the ship into Tycho station in a fiery blaze of glory. It was more than @Dieter or Keith (@Antumbralite) could say, but it was hardly something she was comfortable with. The past several hours had been spent reading through the ship's flight manual that was stored on one of the computers on the bridge. It had taken Violet ages to find the file, but it wasn't exactly like she had much else to do with her time. At some point, she was going to have to dock this ship in a berth, and she didn't want to go at it without knowing the ins-and-outs of the ship's capabilities. She sat curled up in one of the crash couches, the soft green glow of the computer screen illuminating her features. It looked as though the shuttle came with a docking assist program, which was a relief, though it wouldn't do all the work for her. The odds of them smashing into the spinning rock of Ceres just went down a few points, at the very least. They would need to find themselves a proper pilot at some point in the future, there was no getting around that. Violet was skilled enough to keep them from killing themselves, but that was about it. What she really wanted to be doing at the moment was trying to figure out what was causing the fluctuation in the Epstein drive. It wasn't too much of an issue for now, but if left unattended, it could develop into a much larger problem. Maybe one of the capacitors was starting to fail? A heavy sigh escaped her lips and she closed her eyes, pinching the bridge of her nose. She had a headache from reading the screen for so long. Her legs ached from being curled up and her back was beginning to protest the position, as well. She shifted her weight in the chair, grimacing slightly. This was a process that she had been repeating for several hours now. Read until she got uncomfortable, readjust and then keep reading. It was starting to get more and more difficult to focus, however, and she found her mind wandering as she read over a particularly dry portion of the manual that emphasized the importance of engaging the port thrusters in sequential order. What were Dieter and Keith up to right now? Was Keith passed out again on some random crash couch somewhere in the ship? Should she go check on him? Was Dieter picking at his bandages, after she had just re-wrapped them? She was convinced that he was doing that just to get on her nerves. There was a pause when she realized that she had read over an entire section of the manual, and she hadn't retained any of the words. "Bloody hell..." She grumbled to herself, sighing once more as she scrolled back to the top of the page. Her eyes turned towards one of the other consoles on otherwise empty bridge. Most of the screens had been turned off to conserve energy and power, but there was a blue light flashing between the navigation station and the communications unit.