The lights of Gar's mask came on in a gentle glow, his head shifting to look about the room. Almost half the crew was here. Hopefully we could get this underway soon
 The captain was crabby. Probably going t be a long day... and he wasnt the only one who seemed abit deprived. Lack of sleep was obvious in some...

"Wasnt quiet ready for the day,huh, Ramona?" Came his filtered voice, as if he was speaking through an old radio. "Surprised anyone is tired. We've been so lax as of late, everyone should be in perfect condition..." the statement was just a general one, not meant to be directed at anyone particular.

 The machine...Nexus...moved over and proceeded to aid Ramona in looking abit more presentable. This actually earned abit of irritation from the cyborg, though he didnt voice it. Only signalled by the tightening of one usually relaxed fist.
 When said machine clumsily knocked over a chair and nearly crippled the meeting table, an electronic snort escaped the engineer

 "Nice one, droid. Thought you were supposed to be coordinated. Not tripping over your own feet."
 To say Gar was pleased with having the machine on board the ship was far from the truth. He didnt care to have it working so indipendently. His fellow engineers used machines all the time to help in labor,but this...this just irked him.
 
"Need to run a scan on your gyroscopic and moter coordination systems. Dont need you putting a hole in the hull. Hell, go get checked in the docking bay. Im sure we can...do something about it. maybe take the legs off completly. Put you on a set of wheels..." 
 The lights died out again as Gar's head fell back, seeming to relax again.
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