[hr][hr][color=#cc66ff][center][h1]Tryke Lockley[/h1][/center][/color][hr][center]Location: Floor 21 --> Practically Everywhere --> Floor 21 (Repeat Cycle)[/center][hr][hr]For Tryke, the next few hours were an endless blur. She continued to go to maintenance , grabbing new supplies and new parts. Then, she would travel up and down the tower, fixing so many repairs that at the end of the day, she could have sworn she'd been sent to repair the wall Tristan broke [i]twice.[/i] The exhaustion had begun to set in, but fortunately, she gained three more helper monkeys for the repairs, and managed to get them to work on installing the new crystal drive for Tristan's ship. 

At one point, Tryke found herself slumped against the wall inside of the elevator, just watching it go up and down. Her face was covered in a thick coating of grease, and each time she was notified of a new issue, she wanted to pull her hair out. [color=cc66ff]"I need a fucking break,"[/color] Tryke whimpered to herself, as the onslaught of repair requests aggressively piled on. She hadn't yet been pushed to a complete meltdown, but [i]one more[/i] request, and she'd lose it. 

"Hey Tryke, we need a wall repair down in holding," a garbled voice stated, coming over the Comm. "Can you come down here?"

Tryke's eye twitched. [i]Screw breathing exercises.[/i] She rose to her feet, punching in the elevator number for holding, a fiery rage burning within her. [color=cc66ff]"If that fucking no-good asshole is responsible' for breaking another damned wall, I'm going to rip his fucking face in half and put in a repair request on his fucking behalf. And then we're too bloody overworked to deal with his shitty face, so he'll have to fucking deal with it, the bastard. I hope he rots in hell."[/color]

She paused, realizing that she hadn't turned the Comm off before her little rant.

[color=cc66ff]"I'll be there in a minute,"[/color] she replied curtly, switching her Comm off.