[center][h2][color=556451]Temash Arall[/color][/h2][/center]

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Down in the lower levels of the [i]Ionera[/I], Temash Arall vigilantly watched the monitors of the engineering station as they displayed the real time information of all the ship's systems. The lashunta mechanic nervously glanced between the [i]Ionera's[/i] thruster levels and the power core's status as the thruster's slowly crept to full power. Though no stranger to the inner workings of a starship, Temash couldn't help but feel somewhat out of his element. He was a new Starfinder. All of them were; including the [i]Ionera[/i]. 

“This is it, P0L-E.” Temash leaned forward in his seat, his eyes glued to the monitors. “Time to see if we’re golden or if we missed something in the preflight check.”

Hovering just over the monitors, a mechanical drone idly shifted back and forth waiting for a command. Its LEDs flashed a dull green as its speakers sounded with the only word it was programmed to say. "[i]Squawk.[/i]"

“You don’t need to tell me.” Temash sighed. “Not exactly thrilled we had to do a rush job on our first mission, but those were the boss’s orders, and I’m not arguing with the First Seeker on our first assignment.”

"[i]Squawk.[/i]"

“I know I shouldn’t be worried, but look at this ship!” The engineer broke free of his stare down with the display. Stepping out of his chair, he began pacing the room. Pointing at different sections as he continued to vent his concerns. “Everything on here is either fresh off the assembly or newly refurbished, the wiring looks like it took days just to organize, and I don’t know about you, but I haven’t seen a single thing held together with ion tape. This is without a doubt the finest craft we’ve served on, and I’m in charge of keeping it that way.”

P0L-E rotated, keeping Temash in view of its optical lens at all times. "[i]Squawk.[/i]"

“Course I can fix whatever breaks, that’s not the point. My repairs are quick and efficient, but they ain’t always clean and tidy. That was fine on junkers like the [i]Remorse[/i], but here? Whatever I end up doing is gonna stick out like a broken antenna.” After a few more seconds of restless pacing, Temash found himself back at his station. “Just hope the Society don’t mind if this ship gets a bit messy. That’s all.”

As he planted himself back in his chair, the thruster's power levels finally ticked up to one hundred percent. All systems were now fully operational, and the power core remained perfectly stable. "Brilliant!" Temash cheered to himself. "Green across the board! Looks like this should be a smooth ride, eh POL-E?"

"[i]Squawk.[/i]"

Temash nodded, concurring with the robot's suggestion. "Yeah. Should probably let the others know as well." Tapping a few keys on the stations control panel, Temash opened comms to the bridge. "Engineering to the bridge. Looks like we're all set... Hold on. Is that music I'm hearing? Don't tell me you lot are having a party up there and you didn't invite us? You're gonna hurt P0L-E's feelings." Temash gestured to the drone.

"[i]Squawk.[/i]"

"Hear that? He's crushed." Temash shook his head in false disappointment.