[center][h1][color=Firebrick]Q-T Brackman[/color][/h1][/center] Riley refrained from pushing the mass of inventory data she had been compiling up for the very very busy hanger technicians the spare EVA crew were helping out directly to the captain when the technicians team’s head asked her to send up a report in her stead, and instead started a recording of the primary vehicle bay on her tablet. ”It, hmmm, well it could be worse” she said, over a recording of the bay, which at the moment had a small number of people (mostly EVA crew) trying to tidy up a mass of scrap metal using a combination of futuristic forklifts and old fashioned brooms, (Riley deliberately avoiding recording Neilsy doing a ‘my poor baby’ routine over a slightly dented jetbike sitting in the specialist EVA equipment section of the bay) while the actual staff were hard at work on other, actually salvageable vehicles, before shaking her head and deleting that response. The captain was busy enough without having that ambiguity coming in on her head. It really could have been worse and, indeed, it looked worse than it was. One of the vehicles had torn itself from its moorings during the barely controlled descent, and had more or less rolled and tumbled all around the bay for the rest of the crash, scattering bits of itself across the room and impacting several of the others in the process. That was, however, in terms of damages. The free rolling one’s death had just been very messy. ”One vehicle likely irreparably damaged, several others undergoing inspection and repair” she reported with an image of the utterly trashed machine, before adding a sub folder of images of the damages caused by the rolling vehicle and other, nor related, damages that had been caused by the crash landing. That, plus a touch more details and some tables with accurate accounting of everything the hanger technicians had come across put in another sub-folder, was the report that got sent up to the captain about the dropships and various other vehicles. She was in the midst of carrying spare parts around when she got what initially thought was a simple follow up to that first report she’d sent. Instead it was a personal summons to the captains quarters, relayed from the ships com's officer. She raised an eyebrow at that and then stepped over to show Neilsy “What do you want? Can't you see I’m in mourning” the woman, who was currently sprawled over the front of the jetbike, replied in response to her leader’s attempt to get her attention. “You know that would be incredibly bad taste if anyone was dead,” Riley pointed out “Well no one is, so I am 100% in good taste” “Doubtful. Anyway look at this” Riley said, before showing her her tablet Neilsy sighed and craned her neck up to see and then actually perked up a bit with interest “Oh wow. Personal summons by the captain. Since when were you such a big shot?” “Not me” “Huh” “Look at who it’s addressed too” “Q-T? Why’s the captain want her. And why are you getting her mail?” “Because-” [hr] The world was a sea of frozen neon blue, and Q-T was a crab, skittering through its depths. Here and there, other denizens of the ocean could be seen, their bodies seized up due to the earth shattering cold, drifting between crumpled furnishings and ironically burnt out machinery. Fortunately none of those denizens were human (or Ai), and instead were they consisted of three dumb remote robots that had been used in the first attempt to fix the coolant leak, a set of sorry looking potted plants and one very unfortunate roomba 9000. The captain’s forced quartering during the crash had ensured that no one had been in this room when the coolant pipe running through it ruptured, and then emergency shutters had sealed it off before the near absolute zero fluid had managed to flood out into the corridor beyond. “You should be approaching the pipe now, Miss Brackman” came a voice from just behind her shoulder, which Q-T knew to actually be coolant engineer Jane, who was safely out behind two more blast doors, sending her communications via a data plugged into the back of her head which let her communicate with the coolant expert despite the lack of signal here, within the frigid sea. Accompanying the data cable was a power cable and a simple winch, one to ensure she had all the juices he needed to run in this extreme environment, the other to pull her out in case anything went wrong. [color=Firebrick]”Picking it up on sonar. Should be in visual in 3. 2.1. There it is”[/color] Q-T replied as, sure enough, the gash in the wall out of which the coolant was leaking came into view. [color=Firebrick]”Huh, it’s smaller than I expected. How’d so much get out”[/color] “It’s at a lower pressure now hun. The stuff you're swimming through is about an eighth of the density of the stuff in the pipes” Jane explained through the line before asking “can you get closer?” [color=Firebrick]”There’s a bit of a current but yeah, I can”[/color] she replied, pushing through the flow of coolant and getting right up against the pipe “Now then. Let’s see what the issue is” Jane, who was sitting in an office chair staring at a tablet that showed Q-T’s view, said while thoughtfully tapping the device’s side with a pen. The bot thought it was pretty obvious, there was a hole in the pipe they needed to seal, but having an expert on hand proved its worth when Jane’s answer was instead “Valve malfunction. Two, no, three steps up from the ruptured. Jonson get on it before we get any more breaches like this” She gestured to a subordinate who indeed stroad towards the door to do just that, only to have it flung open in his face by Neilsy, who had been pried off of her bike and forced to do something useful. “Hey, Q-T. You in here?” she asked, much too loudly for Jane’s taste, the woman giving her a death glare as Jonson rubbed his face and then hurried around the astronaut to go do his job [color=Firebrick]”Is that Neilsy?”[/color] Q-T asked through the feed. “Yes” Neilsy replied, coming to speak with the tablet, only to be shoved aside by Jane who told the Ai that “It doesn't matter. Miss Brackman, please apply the FLUD unit to the crack” [color=Firebrick]”Can do Ma’am”[/color] Q-T replied, as she reached behind her and hauled the device, that looked a bit like a big suction cup if you were a layman, off of he back, and then began to apply the butt of device over the crack in the wall with mechanical precision while asking [color=Firebrick]”But what is Neilsy doing here?”[/color] “It-” she began to say before Jane cut her off again with “is it an emergency?” “well uh-” “then it can wait. Please continue Miss Brackman, this should only take a few moments once Jonson has-” she glanced down at a notification coming up on her tablet and smiled “-ah good, the valve issue is already sorted. You may activate the device when ready Miss Brackman” [color=Firebrick]”Rodger!”[/color] [hr] A few moments later and the device had clamped the hole shut, the binding had been thoroughly tested for stability and then the Ai had been towed out of the coolant and released from the emergency fluid lock set up around to let her in and out without letting the coolant itself escape. Said fluid lock would now be used to slowly drain the room now that the flow had been stopped and the risk of sealing one hole causing another had been prevented. She stepped out of the door, frost crackling on her frigid metal body and gave a wave to Neilsy [color=Firebrick]”Hello! So what [i]are[/i] you doing here>”[/color] “I wouldn't be here if you could read your emails” she replied Q-T ‘s face showed a ? for a moment before she got it [color=Firebrick]”Oh right, I set work emails to be forwarded to Riley while I was in there. Why what’s the matter?”[/color] she asked, and then went to check her emails and found the one about her being summoned. [color=Firebrick]”The captain wants me?”[/color] she asked with rhetorical surprise. “Yup” Neilsy replied, looking smugly at Jane for a reaction to that and not getting the one she wanted. “I’m sure the captain will understand a delay is the price for not having her ship flooded with coolant” she replied to the look with an unconcerned shrug “which we have you to thank for, Miss Brackman. That frame of yours really is something” [color=Firebrick]”Mmm hmmm. I commissioned it to be able to handle, well, basically everything”[/color] she replied absent mindedly while rereading the summons, still a bit taken aback. “Looks like it paid off. Guess Riley was right about that promotion huh?” Neilsy said clapping the Ai on the back and then hissing and shaking her hand at how cold her metal body still was. [color=Firebrick]”I don't know about that... Oh? She’s asking for a report too? I’ll need to get on that too”[/color] Q-T worried, but fortunately she had been covered on that front. “Riley already handled it already. James got scratched up, the idiot, but that's it. Some of our gears got bagged up a bit though, which is why I’m on runner deputy and not outside crawling over the ship. Or dangling from a dropship rappelling cable.” Neilsy said, wandering off of and then getting back on topic “anyway you should get going” [color=Firebrick]”Right right. Thanks Neilsy. Good luck with the coolant drain Ma’am”[/color] she said, before hurrying out getting a wave from her friend and a nod from Jane as she raced to not be later than she already was.