[center][h1][color=Firebrick]Q-T Brackman[/color][/h1][/center]

When the bot powered back on in her (reinforced) bunk for a brief moment she could almost believe that they hadn’t crashed down yesterday, and that it had all been a bout of fanciful imagination. Of course, the fact that she was powering up rather than having spent all night tinkering away with personal projects was the first clear sign that this wasn’t a standard day shipside.

With the ship being in a low power state Q-T, like any responsible crewmember, had not wanted to waste what power they did have on excessive frivolities, and so after a justifiable amount of frivolities she’d put herself into sleep mode to wait out the night. It always felt like a waste to not use every hour her mechanical physiology provided, but if there was one little advantage it was the shared experience it provided with her human teammates, one of which was gracelessly snoring away in her bunk.

The bot rolled out of her own and then gave her crewmate a poke and a [color=Firebrick]”Wakey wakey Neilsy, it's morning again“[/color] which got her a spluttered response and a thwack to the face that hurt the human far more than it did the bot.

“Owww” the women complained, shaking her hand as she sat up and then insisted “I'm awake I’m awake,” despite looking and sounding half asleep “So quit hassling me”
 
[color=Firebrick]”Hey don’t complain, you’d sleep in without me“[/color] Q-T retorted

“She slept in with you too” Riley pointed out as she leaned into the bedroom of their shard quarters, their squad leader half-way through a piece of toast.

[color=Firebrick]”Wait what?“[/color]

“Emergency times mean emergency hours, so get your butts up and prepped pronto” Riley replied with a jerk of her thumb

“Damn it alarm clock, you set yourself wrong!” Neilsy berated Q-T, who was quite offended by this designation [color=Firebrick]”Hey wait, you use me as an alarm clock? Is that why i have to get you up all the time!“[/color]

“Well yeah duh”

“Ladies, focus please. We have work to do” came the exasperated call of their leader, who had already left the room to go sit back down to eat the rest of breakfast.

“Yeah yeah,” Neilsy replied, pulling herself out of bed “so what’s on the docket today boss?”

“Captain’s going adventuring again, but incognito this time, so we need to get up to sewing and pick up some local disguises” she informed them as the pair traipsed out into their little living/dining room.

[color=Firebrick]”Wow, that is so cool! It’s like something out of star trek“[/color] Q-T’s eyes lit up as she referenced the part of mandatory astronaut cultural viewing material, before her visor displayed a pair of furrowed eyebrows and she asked  [color=Firebrick]”Wait… What am I going to be?“[/color]

“You?” Riley checked her pda again, gave a little snort of a laugh and informed her that “You’re a box”

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[color=Firebrick]”This is just so undignified“[/color] Q-T complained from within her disguise as she was single-handedly hauled off of the ship by the captain

“Quite, boxes don’t talk” she was reminded by Riley, who was sticking close to her subordinate’s storage receptacle, to which Nielsy added “Also this is a classic sneaking technique, so you're being almost as cool as us”

The pair of them had both ended up being provided with sailors' uniforms complete with baggy pantaloons, tricorn hats, and large navy blue jackets which were perfect to hide a variety of gadgets and gizmos in, mostly a mix of surveying and survival gear. No period appropriate weapons however, which turned out to be a slight oversight when the team managed to get themselves accosted by thugs in a dark alleyway.

[color=Firebrick]”Hey! What’s going on out there?“[/color] came a whisper shout from the dumped bot-create. 

“Nothing security cant handle quietly I’m sure” Riley insisted as she backed away from the thugs before she put a hand on the top of the box to stop Q-T breaking out, and then also batted a hand at Nielsy before she could reach into her jacket, which caused the other human astronaut to go “Ow!” flinch her hand away from the fold up rifle she had been reaching for and then say “well they better or you guy’s are gonna regret it!” to the thugs to protect her ego.