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USS Audacia: Boldly Going Where We Really Shouldn't

there go the jimmies. so rustled. rustled enough that mag is about to call in reinforcements ie a WRENCH TO THE HEAD

USS Audacia: Boldly Going Where We Really Shouldn't

"Jesus shitballsing Christ," Maggie muttered, taking a ginger step away from the steaming Warock. She glanced around, but Kal had already left, and she smacked a hand against her forehead. This was what she needed. One fight sprung up, and there were sure to be more to follow. "Hey," she snapped, trying to get their attention without actually getting in Rockland's way. "HEY." Eventually, she resorted to throwing a screwdriver at the back of his head.

"You are officers on a Union ship," she hissed, hands balled into fists on her hips. "You want to fucking act like it? I get that things are a little tense right now, but Jesus Christ, at least act like adults! I will pull rank, I swear to fucking God, I don't need actual crew in the brig—"

USS Audacia: Boldly Going Where We Really Shouldn't

Privately, Maggie agreed with Mallory—but she wasn't about to support crew infighting. "Mallory, shut up," she snapped. "Stop antagonizing the guy with rocks for fists, will you? I'm pretty sure I'm the engineer here, not you. Stuff it." She held a hand out, raising her eyebrow. "Duct tape. Hand it over. I know you have some left." Duct tape was a valuable commodity on Audacia—and she'd run out of her last roll a while ago. Maybe a distraction in the form of bartering would keep Vas from beating Mallory's head against the wall.

USS Audacia: Boldly Going Where We Really Shouldn't

"Children," Maggie muttered, but didn't continue with the threat. Tensions were high, and honestly, she would like to see Mallory get what was coming to him. Half of her kind of hoped that Kal would stop them before they started throwing punches in the middle of the server room, though. She pulled out of the server block momentarily to nab her pad and respond to the messages.

bolts,
in server room now, trying to fix
tell kal yourself she's right here, im sure you're brave enough to tell her to her face, right?
btw replicator is fixed. eat pie to your heart's content. if i find the person who broke it in the first place im sending them to carson for an infectious disease
work faster
nuts

USS Audacia: Boldly Going Where We Really Shouldn't

space at the moment! we should be heading off on a ground mission soon, though :) (i.e. sometime tomorrow when everyone's fully available)

USS Audacia: Boldly Going Where We Really Shouldn't

approved! go ahead and post it in the char tab and hop on in :D

USS Audacia: Boldly Going Where We Really Shouldn't

"Yes, it's replicating Snickers again," Maggie said, rolling her eyes, but there was the slightest upward motion of the corner of her mouth. The slightest. She didn't give a shit about these people, shut up, you know nothing. "Go and chow to your heart's content." She was ready to dive back into the block when Christian waltzed in and promptly injured himself, and she couldn't hold in the (frankly disturbing) cackle. "Problem, Ensign?" she said gleefully. "And it was probably you who downloaded the porn, you cretin, but first things first, how long will it take you to get new server boards delivered?" Her datapad was buzzing again. Twice. Three times. Six times. Fuck it, she'd get to it in a second, she just had to solder one last connection for this patch job—

USS Audacia: Boldly Going Where We Really Shouldn't

"No physical fights before 0900," Maggie threatened, but she didn't even bother to come all the way out of the server block. "Kal, lay off. Go eat a Snickers or something, fuck, I don't know, the replicator should be working again. If it's not, I'm going to punt someone out the airlock. Rockland, please don't break our ship more than it already is, this is going to be hard enough." At the yell from outside the server room, she jerked and swore when her head banged on the strut above her. She gingerly pulled her torso from the machine and shouted back over her shoulder, "GET YOUR ASS IN HERE, MALLORY, QUIT PRETENDING TO BE OFFENDED, I NEED YOU."

Dust Runners

mind if i hop in with an engineer? im putting it in under this tab first, in case anything's not up to standards!

Valencia

Name: Valencia Vasquez, commonly referred to as Val
Gender: Female
Age: 22
Skills:

• mechanical genius
• eidetic memory
• very, very good with machines, almost intuitive skill with vehicles
• handy with a pistol but not much else

Background:
Valencia grew up in Sol Azteca, a settlement in the Spanish interior. The town there had strict, brutal rules, a la ancient Babylon—an eye for an eye, literally—so that everyone could survive on equal terms. Val was the daughter of small-time farmers who attended to Azteca's miniscule vegetable gardens, but even at a young age she had an aptitude for mechanic work. However, according to the strict codes, occupations were passed down from family to family—Val was going to be a farmer, and that was that.

She said 'screw that' and started going to the local vehicle warehouses in secret. The lead mechanic there, Ferio, was willing to teach her—she was utterly useless with plants, and he was old, and looking for a replacement. He thought that maybe, if she was skilled enough when they brought up the idea of switching professions, they might win over the leaders to their side.

They didn't. When they were discovered, Ferio was immediately executed—left to die just outside the town's shoddy, sand-block walls, and Val had to watch. They thought it would cow her into doing her duty—it did the opposite. She wasn't quite so sadistic as to burn their crops before she left, but she painted several...obscene images onto buildings before she grabbed her personally modified motorcycle and as much water and food as she could carry and got the hell out of there.

So far, 'surviving' is a nice way of saying what Val's done. She's eaten things no human should eat, done things no sane person should do, just for the sake of surviving on her own. She values her independence fiercely, but she knows she can't last forever like this, and as long as someone's willing to let her do her thing with her scraps of free time, she'll put her (frankly ridiculous) mechanical skills to use for any bit of shade.
Equipment:

• mechanic's toolbox
• basic overalls and goggles
• welding tools
• survival gear
• an ungodly amount of water in various vials, pouches, cans and jars
• motorcycle

USS Audacia: Boldly Going Where We Really Shouldn't

She should probably complain about the rough treatment of such delicate things, but the boards were scorched to shit already. "Fuck, I'm going to have to go Mallory," she muttered. "I hate that guy." Maggie nudged Rockland's hands out of the way and got to work with the coolant, taking some of the heat off of the irreplaceable parts and checking what could be patched up quickly. Swinging a tool around her finger in a circle, she pulled the goggles down from on top of her head and got to work.

"Well, Jesus, sorry, I'll make sure everything on ship is covered in goddamn braille," she snapped back, wrenching a part out with a grunt. "Sorry, Lieutenant, that's basically our last priority right now. Just...yank what I tell you to yank, when I tell you, got it?"