[center][h3]OSDT [i]Jannah[/i]: HFV Hangar[/h3][/center]

"Is there?" The technician's free (un-rinsed) hand pulled her ponytail back over her shoulder, neck straining to turn far enough to get a good look at her own blonde hair. After a few moments of examination, the colonist nodded in agreement and pushed the ponytail over her shoulder. Her focus transitioned without warning, eyes darting over to her monitor and inputting a few commands with uncanny speed for one hand on the keys. The other was bringing the cup to her lips so she could take a long swallow of the hot, sweet beverage. "So there is. Thanks for the latte. Better replacement for sleep than the sludge in the mess hall. Extra espresso? You know I love extra espresso. Even if that starts to stretch the definition of latte, but whatever."

Without waiting for a response, the perpetually-manic technician continued.

"Gotta make sure the G-Valk is in top shape if Star's gotta go out. Don't want servos acting up in the middle of space, computer blue-screening, transformable frame jams, none of that. I don't feel like finding out what happens if I get fired in the middle of space, y'know? Besides, she'd kill me." Balancing the cup next to her workstation, Sasha vaulted onto the HFV without pausing for breath. She spent a few brief moments on top checking energy levels, then jumped back down, grabbed her cup and resumed speed-reading the analytics at her disposal intermittently punctuating a point by gesturing emphatically with her coffee-holding hand. "First real combat run. She's gotta be [i]perfect[/i]. Gotta show what she can do. Checking servo status, energy levels, reactor output, control latency, armor integrity, all that. She's gonna go out there feeling her best."

"Running diagnostics on Judah too." Emphatic gesture with her cup in the general direction of the mechanical lion, followed by a long sip. "Results should be done in a minute or two. If there's time I'll do the whole checkup there too, but the humanoid form's what really matters. I mean, what're you gonna do with a lion in space? Aside from look fu- [i]really[/i] cool? Nothing, that's what, no traction. Inferior form for zero-g maneuvering. Stay outta it."

"Do we have any idea if you're going out, anyway? Any sign of the pirates? I mean there's no big white sail with a black flag to catch, but really? Nothing yet? Everyone around here's just kinda sitting. Real quiet. Quiet's boring."