Neil was happy the [i]Highlander[/i] had power for many reason. One of them was surviving the deep unknown of space. The other was the promise of adventure. The third reason was the acquiring of money and women. However right now, he was very much glad to have it back for the music he could now listen to in the comfort of his cockpit! The band he listened to know was apparently from late 20th century Terra, with lurching riffs, vocals going from soft to suddenly loud, with an aggressive and heavy sound. The name was apparently the same name of an ancient style of automobile, named the [i]Chevelle[/i]. 

He had his glasses on, toothpick in his mouth from the meal they had eaten before Sayeeda decided to hop down and use some good old fashioned elbow grease. Neil had volunteered to do it, but they needed someone to pilot the ship after all. He made sure the music was not too loud, and he picked up her comm loud and clear. "Got it," he replied back. The algorithm he had set into the data monitor had been made for something as slow and precise as this. Any true use of the engine might harm Junebug, so he placed his hand on the throttle and eased it forward slowly. 

At first there was no movement other than a light rumble, and he felt either his algorithm or the ship itself went wrong. But moments later it began to rise, causing massive bubbles to erupt from the inter-planetary vents underneath the smaller frieghter. Neil wanted to get this done quickly. They had scanned the ocean for any sort of large wildlife on the radar earlier, but it only went so far and this was an (probably) uncharted planet. Any kind of beast could get attracted by what they were doing, and Sayeeda was still down there. 

But still. "It's fucking working!" Neil laughed, the ship rising higher and out of the water. "Lonney, keep the ship steady." He ordered. 

"Yes sir, first officer Neil Edwards." the mechanical voice replied back, suddenly souring Neil's mood. "We really outta get you your voice back, dude." 

"What's happening?" Traya asked from the corridor, dressed fully and hair dried. She'd eaten a quick bite with them but had decided to look around the ship for a bit, the music catching her attention. 

"Just making sure the ship is fine. Let's go drop a ladder for our Captain. We do not know how long the fuel will last." Neil chuckled uneasily, the fuel reading still broken. 
[@Penny]