( I have my reasons... )
Visitors to the Hangar might encounter some bizarre sounds added to the background ambiance of rumbling motors and Stacy's pulse. Faint music, some sort of upbeat partying tune from the twenties, cackled and blared its distortions from the hull of a sleek black spaceship within a crowd of fighters. And through the open airlock, prosthetic arm firmly strapped to a thin working surface next to a mountain of tools, wires and soldering material, Dustin could be heard groaning into an improvised overcoat pillow against the wall whilst he steadily undid another screw.

Nura steps into the Med Bay with more than just a bit of reluctance. She has her arms folded against her chest, a demeanor to her that clearly says "I DO NOT WANT TO BE HERE!", and oh how she would break for the exit, she really would...only there's something -- or should it be said as someone -- in the way of her leaving.

She sighs, shifting her feet in an anvious manner, and turning towards the person behind her. "You didn't really need chaperone me for this visit."

The ship and her crew have been licking their wounds and preparing to fight the Ohm after their bare-bones victory at Zokez II. They have a new Captain, a new leadership council, and new arrivals to help them in their Chosen role.

But the crew also has something else - something much less pleasant.

It's a discreet thing, really. Technology has been slowly going missing from places on the ship. It's nothing major; a few pieces of computer equipment from Engineering, some biochemical apparatuses in Hydroponics, and maybe an instrument or two from Science... but perhaps it's slowly beginning to become more noticeable. Then again, perhaps not. After all, there don't seem to be any records of anyone taking anything.

Crew of the Transmigration-9, there's treachery afoot. But don't worry, I'm sure that whoever it is doesn't really mean any harm... do they?

It was stupid, she had to admit, but Indigo had been avoiding most of the crew since the whole mess with the Spacewalk. Many of them hadn't heard of the incident, many didn't know the place existed. Which suited her damaged pride just fine. However, she still remembered, and the embarrassment still hadn't faded.

She was a machine. She couldn't forget.

Still, it was a sorry being that could spend their entire lives wallowing in self-pity over one incident. She'd probably done that already. It wouldn't stop her from staying in unvisited areas of the ship, not just yet, but that wasn't any sort of excuse to deny her hobbies. The last planet they'd stopped at, she'd bought enough paints to last her for a while. Odd as it was, she enjoyed watercolor painting.

And so, in middle of the transparent tube that made up the Spacewalk, Indigo stands, a canvas supported by a vibrant pink force field. Stacy had dropped out of the Bleed into a dimension that had caught her eye. A realm of dreaming telepaths, thoughts like thunder and rainbows flickering between sleeping, shifting forms.

She wasn't doing too bad a job of capturing it on canvas, either. Of course, capturing it perfectly would be impossible.

Contrary to popular belief, Charles Kawalsky didn't drink all the time. He hadn't gotten to the rank of Major without reason. It took time and effort to keep his body in shape and his skills honed, and so he'd been running through a combat simulation. By the end of it he was coated in sweat and his body was aching but with the adrenaline surging through him, he barely felt it.

He stripped off his shirt and had Stacy pull up a bench for him to sit on before going back at it.

That is, unless someone wanted to drop by... Ladies.

Ever since the last podpop, there seemed to be a new addition to the obs deck. Nearly once a day, a certain brunette could be found huddled on one of the meatcouches and staring sadly in the general direction that all new arrivals came from.

She didn't know why she was still clinging to this.

Ophelia had explored the ship a little, but a combination of overwhelming unfamiliarity and a nagging feeling always drew her back to the same place on the obs deck to wait. She knew Eddie wasn't here, because he would have made his presence known by now if he was. She hadn't seen anyone else she knew yet, either. From what she had gathered, though, she knew there was a good chance all of her loved ones (and Lita) were in those... pod things, like she had been, and the ship seemed to let them out erratically. She also knew that they came from that huge cavern to this huge room.

What she didn't know was how often the ship let them out. She was pretty sure it wasn't every day, or even every week, since it seemed like a big event to the people who were already awake. But maybe there were some stragglers? Maybe today there would be more?

Maybe she was fooling herself because she didn't want to consider the alternative.

((OOC NOTE: Hi there. I meant to post this forever ago, but RL happened. So this can be bendytimed to any time since the last podpop I guess. 8D))