CERES Testing out the Wares

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  1. Castilene Kramer

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    The concern of Renaya doing anything to the ship was hardly alleviated with the technician suggesting that she wouldn't do it. Though Cas appreciated the fact that she didn't have to outright say it.

    “The thought never crossed my mind…” Helping at the mooring station aside, Cas only trusted Renaya as far as she could throw her. It occurred to her, given the lowered gravity brought about by thrust, that maybe that wasn't entirely accurate. She could throw the woman further than she trusted her.

    Dropping her arm, Cas shrugged and sighed. “Aug…” Tapping on the ear comm, she gestured for Renaya to follow. “Cut on the feed to the utility room and monitor it. Also, unlock the interior entrance.

    The statement would have been clear. If anything happened, whether the feed went on a loop or of if the feed went out, Aug wouldbe down there quicker than a technician can disengage the grav locks.

    Approaching the metal door, the interior locks disengage and the seal let out a wheeze as it broke. “So is it Renaya or do you shorten it…like Ren or Aya…” She turned to investigate the masked woman with a less than neutral tone.
     
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    Renaya breathed a sigh of relief, half her current tension just over stress that the ship was damaged and would drop out on resources. Like seriously who pulls off without properly disengaging their utility ducks! She followed the woman without complaint over the stated terms.

    She had no intention of fucking with the system or setting up a hack, despite her brief attempt ten minutes ago. She had accepted there was no around this as much as she could. Already she moving onto more pressing concerns and truly, she had no intention in damaging this poor ship any further.

    She blinked at the question that was unexpectedly posed, the very nature of it catching her off guard. "...Ren," she responded, taken aback. "Saves air." She moved to step around the woman, then found herself pausing, studying her scarred face more carefully than before.

    "I didn't hear any screaming when you shot off the deck." The implication was clear at least to her. Castilene hadn't hit anyone. Renaya raised a brow, feeling out the woman's response.
     
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  3. Castilene Kramer

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    Ren was easier than Renaya, that was for sure. Though the follow up response caught her off guard, given how quickly things had gone. It was true, Cas hadn't hit a single one of them.

    “You noticed that, huh?” She whispered with a smirk playing across her lips, her arms slowly sliding upwards to cross over her chest. There were many reasons that that could have happened and it all depended on the face she was wearing at the time. For the Operative, it was an additional risk to leave potential leads wounded and a pain in the ass for reporting.

    For a smuggler, each gunned-down individual was a potential buyer left in the dust. And for someone that was part of the human condition, it was simply a matter of reducing her footprint.

    “Must have been something off with the gun sight…it happens.” A hand moved with elegance from her chest, waving the comment away, as she squeezed by Ren to enter into the utility room.

    It was all cerulean glow and beeping green lights. New Years Eve, traipsing about in London. “So, what's the prognosis?”
     
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    "Hmm," was all Renaya said in response.

    She moved in with her, the matter quickly dismissed as the lights and panels caught her sharp attention. She didn't answer, walking around the room and scanning the systems in turn. Quick things were pressed here, her head stuck into a deep panel or two there... She sat back on her knees, her head cocked.

    "You hear that?" An ever slight hissing noise behind pipe lines she couldn't easily access.

    She sat up with a huff, tapping a panel with levels closer to red than not.

    "Leak in the oxygen. Happens when you break off from deck without properly sealing off shit." She dragged over a tool kit she had quickly made hers, fussing through it. "That's the utility dock." She tapped a wall with her foot. "Other side.You blow the casket, not a big deal. Back up systems seal it back up. But stress the lines? Jostle like that? Spend the next month leaking your innards all over the void of the solar system. Not a big deal. Until you detour a few weeks out into deep space and a boom, misjudged air supply."

    She gave Castilene a heavy look, disgruntled.
     
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  5. Castilene Kramer

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    This was starting to feel awfully close to the sort of lecture she would get back in training. Clearly pulling away from the dock was a bad call for the ship but in regards to their survival, it was the only choice. Cas wondered if it was a good time to point that out or if beating a dead horse was going to be Ren's bailiwick for all their ongoing conversations.

    "Yeesh..." She managed as she dropped her arms, one lifting to scratch at the back of her head. "Starting to sound like a physical over here." She looked over the various instrumentation, not really in her comfort zone when it came to things she could and couldn't understand.

    "Well, Doc..." She finally came to amidst all the low level sensors and the implications. "Pallas isn't too far off and we've got suits in the event that oxygen drops too low. We can get everything on the exterior repaired once we hit dry dock. Unless you're interested in star gazing?"

    Cas cracked a slight smile at the joke. She wasn't even sure the suits would fit with that mask and depending on it's purpose, Ren might have to lose it in the event of a total loss of shuttle pressure.
     
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    Renaya glanced up, giving the woman a dry look.

    No. No she was not interested in star gazing. She fussed with a can of sealant, shaking it up well and huffing her way to her feet.

    "Tell me, Earther. You got good funding?" She bounced a blow torch in her other hand, a plan already forming.
     
  7. Castilene Kramer

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    A scarred eyebrow lifted at the question and she leaned against the threshold instinctively. That was a vague way to ask for money. Though she assumed there was more than a few reasons to bounce some chips.

    "I don't know. Imagine my funding depends on what the yen is going towards."

    Most of her money wasn't in yen as much as digital currency, passed from terminal to terminal. But she did her best to speak in the lingo expected on Ceres.
     
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    Renaya turned on the blow torch, holding it close to a wall pannel with wordless intent.

    "New pipping, anyone?" She sassed, the sealant held up in the other. Pretty quickly it would become apparent that she meant to patch the hole from the inside by cutting the pipe at a healthy intersection and sealing both ways up. Quick fix, but it would mean that instead of resealing a small section at dry dock, they'd flat out have to replace it.

    She quirked a brow, waiting for permission.
     
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  9. Castilene Kramer

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    Cas wasn't exactly sure how she felt about this woman, whom she hardly knew, menacingly aiming a blowtorch towards all the sensitive bits of the ships interior. Though that was entirely an assumption. She didn't know enough about the outright functioning of the vessel to say one way or another; any mastery she might have had laid entirely in the computer interface.

    "Uhh...that..." Blue eyes narrowed as she pointed a finger towards the torch and the sealant. "Doesn't look like a new pipe to me..."

    If Ren was going to start carving up the ship like a turkey, she'd need to be a bit more explicit about her plan of attack. There was a still a matter of trust and the dearth of it within the ship.
     
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    Renaya furrowed her brows. "Well duh. It's a blow torch. It cuts them up and lets me do a patch inside. Where it's safe. Until you can hit dock and get it replaced proper. ... Do you make it a habit of taking off like this?" She gave a wary glance around the room, abruptly wondering what else needed a patch or repair and if she at all had enough time do it.


    There were of course other options. Like just letting the leak run its course, there was no way they'd burn through it all before they hit port. But that meant spending the whole trip letting there be something wrong with the ship. She just couldn't do that.
     
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  11. Castilene Kramer

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    Cas raked nails across his forehead, doing her best to understand what exactly was being discussed. Was Renaya attempted to cut holes in the hull of this state of the art ship? Cas was an operative with a fairly robust skill set, but putting this ship back together wasn't on that list.

    Would this sort of thing void the warranty? Do ships come with warranties? She stepped on her tippy toes and surveyed the wall, looking past Ren.

    "Well, no. But I've done a good job of keeping dying off that habit list..." Setting back down on her heels, she sighed and moved her bangs out of her eyes. "If this goes South, I'm not going to be particularly happy about it. Just so we're on the same page."
     
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    "Pretty sure we're well past that," Renaya grumbled, but she turned off the blow torch with a huff and faced Castilene head on. It was clear she'd have to explain this to her.

    "Look. It's not an issue now, but it's certainly no small thing. Oxygen is not a resource to gamble with, sure we can probably weather the leak all the way through but what if I'm wrong. What if there's more damage, what if the leak grows. What if you engage in open battle in the next 30 minutes and the whole thing falls right off under the first g you use to book it out of here? There's too many factors against it and you're gambling lives here. We need to patch it."

    Ironic that she was a anal pessimist about machines but utterly optimistic about the state of her colony's cops.
     
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  13. Castilene Kramer

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    Wrinkles formed on Cas’ forehead at the mention of getting into any form of space fight. Dog fighting was about as far down on her proverbial things to do list as it could be. She was more keen on the prospect of running; and running jived more intrinsically with the characteristics of the ship.

    As noted by the lack of real steak, this wasn't a Martian Frigate.

    “Listen.” She held up her hand to stop the explanation. The whole thing was starting to give her a headache. Stretching a thumb and middle finger over her brow, inflated lips let out a frustrated sigh.

    “I get it. This needs to be done.” She still wasn't convinced but it was more her stubbornness than the absence of empirical evidence. “Just be careful. I don't want this turning into a chop shop.”
     
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    Her eyes lit up, almost as if she had grinned. Not that Castilene could be sure of that, there was still the mask to contend with. "I'm not the one getting into skirmishes," she rebuttled lightly, tugging some supplies closer with her foot. As much as she didn't want to be in this situation, it was an instant relief to be able to patch up the oxygen system. Something like that would be hard for her to lay to rest and wait out.

    It was equally more stress-relieving to be able to work. And on a ship like this? There was a small childish glee to the edge of her actions, a distraction among the turmoil of events.

    "There's gonna be a slight drop in pressurization when I do this so... either get out or pick up that thing up for me, will you?" She gestured to a sealant patch on the ground, turning on the blow torch and positioning herself as best she could around the utility pipes threading through the room.
     
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    The response from Ren wasn't all that surprising given the way she had doggedly pursued cutting open the interior of the ship. They weren't even a tenth of the way to Pallas and there were already renovations, evidently needed, for the ship to function properly.

    Heaven forbid they get into a fight.

    "Uh-huh..." She uttered in reference to the drop in pressure. There were secondary systems to recoup that, she was sure of it. Leaning over, Cas lifted the sealant from the ground and offered it over to Ren. "Just itching to fix things, huh?"

    Cas imagined she could empathize with that, though she considered herself staunchly within the folds of the throw-away generation. She also imagined that belters, on Ceres, didn't much have that luxury.
     
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    "Just don't like fucking with oxygen, mate." She left Castilene holding the patch, turning he blow torch back on and cramming herself back into position. She worked with more carefulness than her eager nature might have suggested, the pipe cut through slowly and in stages as she paused to listen for the vacuum sucking oxygen out on the other edge. Once it was clear that the leak was just that, she moved faster. The pipe was cut down in segments, quick motions used to drop it to the floor and take the patch from Cas as their ears popped in protest against the pressure change.

    "It's fine."

    With no other explanation, the rest was done. Ren ran her fingers over both ends of the patched up pipe, the air growing more comfortable and richer as the systems righted itself as the leak on the other end of the way was cut off from their stores. Ren moved to the screens, tapping and inspecting charts before nodding in satisfaction. "There." She pointed to a previous screen, where gauges had once sat closer to red than not.

    "That's what we should be wanting to see." It now sat closer to green, a pin prick difference of position, but it was all the different to her.

    "And hardly an hour's of air lost." She grinned, wiping off her hands in satisfaction.
     
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  17. Castilene Kramer

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    While Cas held no particular love for the ship, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was watching a friend get cut on. The ship had helped for transit between various ports, passing one set of goods on for the next. It was a tool but a useful one, the sort that kept her and Aug kicking and screaming. And this technician was just cutting into it like it was butter, content for the hot knife.

    Cas continue to watch as the patch was finished up, Ren moving over to the screens to inspect the consequences of her work. No alarms blaring, no more red lights than normal. She took that for a success, having no other means of measuring it.

    "I guess I'll have to take your word for it, huh?" The measurements didn't seem all that different and with proper statistics, she assumed there would be no significant difference. But certain people saw certain things. "It's all better then?" She stated with a smirk, having leaned back from a squinting expression aimed at the view screen.

    She held her hand out, palm aimed towards the ceiling. "What's an hour of oxygen worth? Pretty close to a real steak?"
     
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    Renaya laughed, the first bit of tension slopping thickly off her shoulders. "Considering it was I that saved it for you- you'd owe me two now." She packed up the tool box, wiping off her hands and standing up to consider the woman.

    "Nah. I'll just take a bit of whatever Earther food you got hiding up here. Don't lie, cause I know you go something," she chastised, waggling her finger at Cas as she dragged the heavy box back to the corner she found it in. She didn't know what kind shit Cas got herself up into, but for all that Ren had been expecting, the woman seemed pretty level headed. Even kind.

    Fine. She could warm up to that. Just no more shooting matches over her head, for fucks sakes.
     
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    She had a point there. Though Cas hadn't quite recalled promising a steak, unless there was some hidden promise at getting at what was beneath the mask. Or at least being given a clue as to the purpose of it.

    Lifting her hands like she was being held at gunpoint, she mentally noted that they weren't dead yet. Which meant that what Ren had done, it wasn't quite to the detriment of the ship. Dropping her hands, she looped her fingers into her pants pocket and shrugged. "Eh, I might be able to scrounge up some instant potatoes. Or...rice." Turning, she stepped back out of the utility room.

    "Or maybe potato flavored rice." She added as she started to move back towards the kitchen, previously noted in their interaction prior to the ship repair. Aug was, hopefully, still monitoring the utility room back on the dash. No room for funny business. "Or rice flavored potatoes..."

    The threshold wheezed as she opened the door to the kitchen. It was nice to see Ren's perspective change; it would make for a more comfortable ride to Pallas.
     
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    Sputtering could be heard from the room as Cas left it.

    "Oreos or no dice!" She countered, almost indignant. "Or chips. Or chocolate. I know you got some under your pillow somewhere, don't you lie!" It was a guess, but a solid one at that. What Earther would come all this way out in the depths of piss-water microwavable slosh, and not bring a comfort food from home?

    Nu uh. Wasn't buying it. An opportunity like this? Rare as a steak on Ceres.

    "Instant, puft," she grumbled to herself as she was left to the room. She remained at the screen, tapping through stats and checking systems. Once satisfied by what she found, she left the room in search for the sounds of something being prepared. "Hey, your fuel is a little on the low side," she commented harmlessly.
     
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