Post by Maria Traydor on Oct 30, 2011 14:42:49 GMT -5
The Calnus was an old ship that had been through a lot, and it was times like this that it became all the more apparent. Sure, its new owner had been able to jury-rig the more damaged systems, but the ship was still plagued by a faulty power core and a desperate need for proper maintenance. But on this planet? She would be hard pressed to find the components to patch up the power core and the other vital systems that were on the fritz. So now, the ship sat on its great landing struts, overlooking a vast land of absolutely nothing. The scanners had picked up some kind of interference a ways north, but the old warship had needed to set down for repairs and for the power core to work up enough of a charge to lift off again. If they hadn't, the craft's sublights would have cut out and they would have met with a nasty crash landing that, in all likelihood, would have put the warship out of commission.
So while the Calnus was down for repairs, its crew working hard to patch things up, Maria was outside, breathing in the fresh, rather dusty air. Much as she liked how airy the ship was, the fact that the ship's ventilation system wasn't working properly made the air a bit stale and brought on the slightest creep of her claustrophobia. She hoped that got fixed soon. "Captain, we've located the problem. The power core is missing several important components. Without them, anything we can do will just be a patch job," Said a voice from behind her, one of the technicians.
"Then it looks like we're stuck on this planet until we can get the components to cobble together some temporary replacements. Thank you, I appreciate the hard work," Maria replied, greeting the man with a smile. He nodded and wandered back up the loading ramp in to the ship. She sighed and leaned on one of the landing struts, looking up at the scarred underbelly of her ship. She hoped to whatever god there was that she could get the parts to get off this terrible, terrible planet. She couldn't help but shudder remembering what she'd been through on Cocoon, and from what she'd heard on the communicator things were only going to get worse.
Then it clicked. The communicator. Of course; why didn't she think of it before? She whipped the device from her pocket and flipped it on. Sure enough, it registered others on the network (She presumed the Calnus was the only reason it was still up)-- Including a certain fellow bluenette who wasn't all that far off. She sent a call to her friend's communicator, not waiting for him to pick up or comment before speaking. "I know you're up there. Come down and say hello, at least," Maria said before clicking the communicator off again. This would be interesting, if nothing else.
So while the Calnus was down for repairs, its crew working hard to patch things up, Maria was outside, breathing in the fresh, rather dusty air. Much as she liked how airy the ship was, the fact that the ship's ventilation system wasn't working properly made the air a bit stale and brought on the slightest creep of her claustrophobia. She hoped that got fixed soon. "Captain, we've located the problem. The power core is missing several important components. Without them, anything we can do will just be a patch job," Said a voice from behind her, one of the technicians.
"Then it looks like we're stuck on this planet until we can get the components to cobble together some temporary replacements. Thank you, I appreciate the hard work," Maria replied, greeting the man with a smile. He nodded and wandered back up the loading ramp in to the ship. She sighed and leaned on one of the landing struts, looking up at the scarred underbelly of her ship. She hoped to whatever god there was that she could get the parts to get off this terrible, terrible planet. She couldn't help but shudder remembering what she'd been through on Cocoon, and from what she'd heard on the communicator things were only going to get worse.
Then it clicked. The communicator. Of course; why didn't she think of it before? She whipped the device from her pocket and flipped it on. Sure enough, it registered others on the network (She presumed the Calnus was the only reason it was still up)-- Including a certain fellow bluenette who wasn't all that far off. She sent a call to her friend's communicator, not waiting for him to pick up or comment before speaking. "I know you're up there. Come down and say hello, at least," Maria said before clicking the communicator off again. This would be interesting, if nothing else.
