After just a while Ramia came to the conclusion that there was nothing she could do about the booster system of the Guardian. She felt annoyed and ever so slightly saddened by the sorry state the Flight Suit had gotten in to - after all she had been in plenty of dogfights and survived that long with it. She had come to think the massive war machine as a friend - a silent, unquestioning and very destructive friend, but a friend nevertheless. "I really hope we bump in to a mechanic..." The dark haired woman muttered to herself as she climbed to the Guardian's cockpit and slumped down in the pilot seat. "Computer, access secondary systems of the flight module and run a diagnostic." The screens in the cockpit blinked back to life and began running a full diagnostic on the Flight suit. In Ramia's opinion the damage report could not have looked worse. She mumbled something negative while continuing on other systems checks without even bothering to close the cockpit.