[color=#cc66ff][center][h1]Tryke Lockley[/h1][/center][/color][hr][center]Location: Altenian Tower Repair Dock 15[/center][hr][hr]Tryke cracked her knuckles, looking at the decimated cruiser in front of her. Some jackass had decided to take it out for a spin, and from the state it was in, he couldn't have been anything [i]but[/i] drunk. She sighed a bit, patting the broken cruiser tenderly, as if it was a wounded animal.

[color=cc66ff]"Come on, let's get you fixed up,"[/color] Tryke said soothingly. She went to work quickly, using the power of her crystal to help her see each and every spot within the cruiser where the power would no longer flow. With a million different resistors, capacitors, and wires, Tryke fixed each and every broken connection. For this, she could use her hands easily enough. It wasn't as fine as a tiny chip that needed replacing, which would have required her powers. After about two hour's of work, it was done. Every wire put in its place. Every bit of technology repaired, with only the paint needing to be redone. 

Stepping back, Tryke wiped her forehead, a lovely smear of grease appearing across it. Flipping the ignition on, the cruiser roared to life, hovering gently in front of her. She flicked it off, before motioning towards one of her minions to take care of it, and ensure it was properly stored in one of the hangars. 

"Lock, the new T-1 is here," Rorus, one of the repair specialists working underneath her, mentioned as he started to remove the cruiser.

Tryke sighed. It was bad enough with Tristan around here, smashing everything and expecting to put it all back together. The man had no limits, no boundaries, and no sense of control. Hopefully, the newbie wouldn't be anything like him. 

[color=cc66ff]"Are we still placing bets on how much an ego they'll have?"[/color] Tryke asked, attempting to wipe the grease off of her hands. Somehow, the mess seemed to only increase more and more. 

Rorus grinned, and nodded. They didn't bet any real currency--mostly little bits and pieces of machines broken beyond repair. The winner could do whatever they liked with them, but they all ended up in Tryke's possession in the end. Currently, the team was joking around about building Tristan a robot girlfriend. 

None of them expected that to go over well, though. 

[color=cc66ff]"Good,"[/color] Tryke grinned. [color=cc66ff]"So, what else is left to fix today? Has His Highness got anything pressing on the list?"[/color]