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Deep within the hanger there was one happy woman. Gwen hadn't been expecting in her exploring of the ship to find any sort of craft that she was familiar with let alone having been in trained in using. Sure the hovercraft skiff was Alliance made and catered but, eh, those were just the minor details. The military craft ranged in the medium size able to see up to six people max. Eight if you were pushing it and knew exactly how to get people crammed in there like a puzzle. Shi knew from experience just how to do that though she was hoping while on Stacy she'd never have to do it again.
Music blared from somewhere close to her. Old Earth-that-was rock songs dating back to the early 2000s. It was decent enough music- Beastie Boys, Black Eyed Peas, The Fray, Kings of Leon. Anything that she had been able to find within the database that had good work beats to it. Already the red head was elbow deep in grease as well as grime trying to put the few modifications on the one Alliance Medium class Skiff that she had set her eyes on. It was going to need a serious paint job to get the two patches off the sides that had been painted on. Not a big deal but the sooner they were off the better.
Carefully the Lieutenant was balanced barely hanging off one of the larger guns with her right leg hooked around it and her left waving about in the air. One of the side hatches was popped open with her a little more than waist deep inside tugging at cords and various technical panels inside. Factory direct items were never modified till after they were in use and all their bugs were found. Gwen knew them. Gwen was going to fix them. It was good to pass the time. That was until she found herself having more than a little trouble trying to get out of the side panel.
After squirming around a little the woman let out a loud squeak suddenly wishing she hadn't turned up the music so loud. "Uh.. hello? Anyone? .....help?"
Music blared from somewhere close to her. Old Earth-that-was rock songs dating back to the early 2000s. It was decent enough music- Beastie Boys, Black Eyed Peas, The Fray, Kings of Leon. Anything that she had been able to find within the database that had good work beats to it. Already the red head was elbow deep in grease as well as grime trying to put the few modifications on the one Alliance Medium class Skiff that she had set her eyes on. It was going to need a serious paint job to get the two patches off the sides that had been painted on. Not a big deal but the sooner they were off the better.
Carefully the Lieutenant was balanced barely hanging off one of the larger guns with her right leg hooked around it and her left waving about in the air. One of the side hatches was popped open with her a little more than waist deep inside tugging at cords and various technical panels inside. Factory direct items were never modified till after they were in use and all their bugs were found. Gwen knew them. Gwen was going to fix them. It was good to pass the time. That was until she found herself having more than a little trouble trying to get out of the side panel.
After squirming around a little the woman let out a loud squeak suddenly wishing she hadn't turned up the music so loud. "Uh.. hello? Anyone? .....help?"