Neil's palms pressed to the Highlander Floor, and he placed his knees against his elbows, and with a practiced ease, he suddenly lifted his legs up and balanced. A bead of sweat dripped onto the floor, and with a will his legs then lifted fully into the air, outstretching into a handstand. He would need to hold the position for five minutes. It was the last handstand of his set, and then he would get back to tinkering with the Hauler they had in the cargo bay. 

Of course the repairs were slightly limited. The Terrans had scanned, searched, and X-rayed the entire ship for munitions and weaponry, and it was under heavy surveillance from virtually every angle in the larger hanger, with guards posted, keeping the ship and its pilot under watch at all times. It was after a large discussion with York that Neil had convinced him to allow re-entry, much less permission to work on the Hauler under supervision. A floating AI with a camera followed Neil wherever he went in the Highlander, which is why he chose to go to the restroom before he entered the ship. 

"Three minutes. You got this." he said to himself, his voice strained. 

"[i][b]NEIL[/b][/i]!!!"

He lost his balance and collapsed to the ground as the voice reverberated in his ear. "Ah, FUCK." he exclaimed. He'd left the comm on full volume to be able to hear over the repairs half an hour ago. He realized it was Junebug after a moment. "Y-Yeah, what is it?" 

"Meet up with us in Assembly room 41A, pilot. We're going to be briefed by York. Supposedly they're releasing Saxon." 

"You got it, Capt'n." Neil said, trying to release his pressurized left ear. Lonny appeared above. "You will have optimal hearing in minutes. Only long bursts of loud sound can disrupt the ear drums indefinitely." Neil rubbed his eyes and got up, removing his goggle and tool belt. "Thanks Lonny, you're a gem." 

Even after having been here for days and days, the immensity of the hanger still impressed Neil. As he stepped out of the Highlander, men surveyed him from the elevated walkways, lasrifles at the ready and faceless helms hiding whatever expression they might have. Their body armor was simply flak vests, but they were reinforced with Torellian Steel, making it almost respectable body armor in a real firefight. 

The sliding door slid open, and Neil stepped into the hall and walked what he believed to be a quarter mile to the designated room. A small meeting room where lesser officials could have private discussions. The AI had stopped following Neil as soon as he had left the Highlander. As the engineer stepped in, he gave them a wave. "Sup?" he asked them, taking a load off on one of the chairs at the long table. He decided he would prop his boots up and relax. It was when he sat down did he blink and squint at Sayeeda. "Are... you look good. You feel better?" 

"By the way, I'm not sure if you guys want to play this straight when we reach on-world or not. I never feel bad fucking over Terrans, but..."
[@Penny]