[center][b][h2][color=yellow]Janet "Bolt" Lynch[/color][/h2][/b][/center]
The engine became almost silent when the automated docking system engaged and started to very slowly maneuver the ship into its designated spot. A few last sparks danced onto the floor as Janet finished a weld on the waste management system. It was mostly just a cosmetic problem, but better safe than sorry. Especially if sorry meant for her to crawl through the already tight maintenance duct whilst trying to avoid drowning in urine. Maybe a somewhat silly concern, but she had heard similar stories before, although the sources were more than questionable.

The job had been quiet, almost boring. The soaring sparrow was basically a good ship and besides the usual maintenance there hadn't been any major problems up to this point. Janet wondered, not for the first time, if she had forgotten to check something. The calm humming coming from the back, told her that the main engine was still running, the weight of her tools against her body meant that the artificial gravity was working properly and the fact that she hadn't suffocated was a sure sign life support was indeed online. Still, she was going to check the systems anyway, you never quite knew for sure in space travel - a lesson everyone had to learn sooner or later.

As she crawled back towards the engine room, Janet mentally went down further on her checklist. She would have to coordinate with the loadmaster for refueling later. Damn she should have at least memorized his name, but she hadn't really had a chance to talk with him yet, or any other member of the crew, since she had only joined a few days ago. Luckily she knew that she had made herself a note somewhere. When she first came aboard, the medic had asked her for a few medical details, but she had bailed shortly after, just before he would have been able to ask her for anything else. Janet was not exactly eager to get a physical examination. The only crew member she had regularly stumbled across was the burnt man, who seemed either unable or unwilling to talk, but he hadn't gotten in her way yet, which was at least something.

Janet climbed back into the engine room and went straight to the console she had hooked up to the ships systems. Everything was looking great just as the ship made it to the dock. Looking down at her dirty clothes, she realized that she'd better get changed before getting off board to explore the station and while she was at it, there was a particular note she needed to find.