[color=#cc66ff][center][h1]Tryke Lockley[/h1][/center][/color][hr][center]Location: Altenian Tower Repair Dock 15 --> Altenian Tower Main Docking Port A1[/center][hr][hr]One of the more timid repair techs came over, nervously clenching a piece of clear glass, displaying various holographic images. 

"They've...They've broken a ship," Midge explained. 

[color=cc66ff]"They...You mean the new T-1?"[/color] Tryke asked. All of the repair techs in earshot had gone still, hoping desperately that it wasn't so. Tristan was already a handful as it was--they couldn't imagine having [i]two[/i] of him around!

Midge nodded. "Port A1 just notified me, they're requesting a repair team."

Tryke sighed, shaking her head as she leaned it against her hand. More grease rubbed off on her forehead, but she couldn't be bothered to care. [color=cc66ff]"Do they even [i]realize[/i] how much these parts cost?"[/color] She paused, waving her hand, unable to even instruct the tech to not answer that. 

[color=cc66ff]"I need volunteers then. Who wants to go deal with the new baby of the tower with me?"[/color] Tryke asked, her lips pursed. She wasn't going to take down people who weren't prepared to deal with such a massive ego. The repair crew was a family, and it was her job to keep people from breaking them. She couldn't fix people when they were hurt or afraid. 

All she could do was try to stop that from happening. 

Eventually, four people volunteered to go down with her. Tryke nodded, putting her gloves back on, and grabbing her tools. Some of the other repair techs brought with them scanners, ready to take notes and assess the damage. Once done, they'd drag the ship off to the repair docks...god willing. 

The group headed over to the elevator, Tryke scanning her tag to unlock it. Security was pretty tight on the ship, so after scanning, she had to punch in her code as well. While she saw the reason for it, she couldn't help but be annoyed at the waste of time and energy. Only an idiot would try to steal a [i]broken[/i] ship. 

The elevator shot down to the main docking ports. Stepping out, Tryke blew on her bangs, getting them out of her eyes. In her mind, her and her team looked, well, [i]badass.[/i] Instead, in jumpsuits covered in grease and sweat, they more looked awkward and nerdy. Quickly, she honed in on the new T-1, her eyes narrowing. 

However, taking a glance over at the ship, she paused in her tracks. Her eyes widening, she wiped away a single tear. 

[color=cc66ff]"This is so much worse than Tristan..."[/color] Tryke murmured, discreetly handing the bolts she had bet over to Rorus. Attempting to breathe, Tryke looked at the poor wounded angel. Of course, a [i]bloody T-1[/i] had done this! It was typical behavior, they never considered the feelings of... Well, of machines!

Marching over towards the ship, Tryke glared at the T-1. Had she not learned to bite her tongue around Tristan, she would have screamed at the girl. Maybe knocked her around too. Instead, she almost defensively began checking out the ship, looking it over for any [i]more[/i] damage.