[hr][hr][color=#cc66ff][center][h1]Tryke Lockley[/h1][/center][/color][hr][center]Location: Altenian Main Docking Port A1 -- The Confiscated Ship[/center][hr][hr]Tryke opened one of the hatches of the ship with her mind, peering down. Wires and parts were sticking out, buzzing with an electrical flow that couldn't [i]flow[/i]. Pursing her lips, she rolled her neck, before jumping down the small little tunnel itself. 

[color=cc66ff]"Turn the power for this ship off, please!"[/color] Tryke shouted. It would have been smart to do that already, but the entire assault had thrown her for a loop. In a moment, the sparking of the wires stopped, and she grinned. As far as she was concerned, the repair crew was one of the most competent on the Altenian Nexus. Without them, the entire tower would [i]actually[/i] fall apart. 

Getting to work with mending the circuits, she heard storming footsteps from above. "Hurry up, I want to get the fuck off his world."

[i]Must be the asshole of a pilot[/i], Tryke realized. Discreetly, Tryke climbed up the ladder slightly of the hatch, just enough to be able to see the pilot. He started assembling a bag, putting clothing and other belongings inside it with all of the care of a drunken gorilla. "Don't fuck anything up on my ship."

[color=cc66ff]"Maybe if you weren't a dick, this wouldn't have happened,"[/color] Tryke muttered, just low enough that he couldn't hear. Using her PDA, she notified the security team Tom sent down there to restrain the pilot, or at least, prevent him from leaving. 

[color=cc66ff]"Tom, pilot has left the ship, looks like he's planning on going to the commissary...Hope your boys are able to restrain him,"[/color] Tryke said on the PDA. 

Leaving it on this time, she jumped back down, hitting the bottom. A few of the circuits had already been repaired, but a few of them needed resistors and capacitors and fresh wires. Replacing each bit meticulously, Tryke slowly worked her way upward, hoping that her team had cleared away the shattered and ruined parts. By the time she made it to the top, that [i]one[/i] portion of the ship had been repaired beautifully. 

The air conditioning was now fully operational once more.

[color=cc66ff]"Rorus, status report, please,"[/color] Tryke asked, brushing a bead of sweat off of her forehead. 

Rorus chuckled sadly. "The crystal drive is... We can't even scrap the thing for parts."

Tryke groaned. [color=cc66ff]"Typical. We'll have to order a new one, then. Tristan isn't going to like this...Well, what [i]can[/i] we fix, for now?"[/color]

"Umm...," Rorus paused, searching through his notes. "The stabilizers are the only thing left we can fix, really. That crystal drive is the biggie...How much are those going for, now? 100,000 credits?"

[color=cc66ff]"Probably more,"[/color] Tryke answered sourly. Pressing her PDA, she opened up the channel with Craig. [color=cc66ff]"Hope you aren't too busy, but the ship is going to need a completely new crystal drive...Can one be ordered? We used the spare on the last ship Tristan wrecked."[/color]