[hr][hr][color=#cc66ff][center][h1]Tryke Lockley[/h1][/center][/color][hr][center]Location: Altenian Main Docking Port A1[/center][hr][hr]Tryke nodded at Tom as he went by. [color=cc66ff]"Consider the request for help already submitted, then,"[/color] Tryke said, her voice showing slight cheer to it, but her face expressionless. She couldn't help but stare at the poor mutilated ship, wondering what [i]possibly[/i] could have made [i]this[/i] make sense. She understood fits of violence and rage--but never why people would take them out on machines.

It wasn't as if the ship had [i]chosen[/i] to do anything to the T-1. It was a ship. It could only do what it was told. In a perfect world, all of the problems and repairs would be done to people. In a perfect world, Tryke's job wouldn't exist. 

Holding a hand up to her earpiece, she heard Craig come in through the com. "Hey, may or may not like this but I need a double crew on the ship you are repairing. Once the ship is repaired it will be confiscated until further notice and that pilot is to remain on the ship until Fisher decides what to do with him after he gets a chance to see the assault." 

Tryke paused. [i]Oh...Oh....[/i] [color=cc66ff]"Copy that..."[/color]

Glancing over at the ship, Tryke couldn't help but feel a bit of regret. An assault. That's why this had happened. [color=cc66ff]"She could have assaulted the pilot instead,"[/color] Tryke muttered to herself, breathing heavily out of her nose. But of course, out of all the T-1s she had ever met, it was the only one that took a semi-logical course of action.

[color=cc66ff]"Someone get another crew down here,"[/color] Tryke ordered, walking inside of the wreckage. She coughed a bit from the smoke, and pulled her glasses down, switching through the various views to see all of the issues. When she looked at it through ultraviolet, the blood became more apparent. [i]The T-1....[/i]

An impish smile grew on her face. She never particularly cared for T-1s, but she [i]hated[/i] the pilot already for his crime. It wouldn't be too hard for her to put an intentional bug in the ship, give it a chance to get revenge on the pilot. A gas leak would be amusing, but perhaps, too intentional....

[color=cc66ff]"Someone get me some helium, please!"[/color] Tryke shouted, leaning out of the ship. 

Rorus raised an eyebrow at her, before breaking into a large grin. He nodded, rushing off to get the needed supplies. There was a reason why Tryke had Rorus has her right hand--he knew [i]instantly[/i] what he would want done. Pressing into her earpiece, she had it put her through to Tom.

[color=cc66ff]"Have your team be extra careful, ship is confiscated and...has a surprise for our dear pilot,"[/color] Tryke said, before switching her earpiece off. Cracking her knuckles, she and her team quickly got to work, with the second team joining them quickly. The helium was hidden discretely, designed to be released when the pilot came onto his ship. It wasn't enough to hurt him--just to make him sound like a chipmunk for a good hour.