"Anyone half able to hold a cervo wrench will tell you that Grav Drives on most any non Tsudan ship is crap. That same anyone would also tell you that once a Grav Drive goes out, actually getting all the way to it within the bowels of the ship is a long and.... interesting task. Guess what I am doing right now. Yeah. The fucking Grav Drive is out. I guess I should mention that this is a personal entry in this digi journal that the damned psychiatrist, I know IM talking about you, duh, requires me to do. Since it will take me about 30 minutes to bypass the manual locks on all the doors from here to E Deck, then another 30 or so to bounce my bubbly butt down there, I figured I could get this shit taken care of in the process."
The panel slid open easily enough, and now exposed were wires and circuits and connectors and distributors. The guts and arteries and nerves of the ship reminded Tal of unpleasant things pertaining to death and injury. She felt almost as if she were slipping her hands into the arm of the ship. Sure, it was an inanimate object, but it was common to give ships names, to treat them as though they could hear and feel and see. Ships were people, at least people enough that Tal felt bad about digging into the electronic muscle.
"Now, I am trying to figure out if I splice the blue wire or the green wire. One will disable this door. The other, well that could kill me. I mean I think it could kill me... Not actually sure what will happen. So doc, does this interest you? I can just see it now, you taking your damned notes, nodding thoughtfully while resting your bony finger on that bony chin of yours." Tal gave a grunt as she had to shove some coiled pipe aside. "And I bet you are just loving that Im so hostile. Betcha think it had something to do with my mother trying to live her life through me, or my father not holding me enough." Grunt, clang. "I bet you got all kinds of sub notes in the margins of your notes expressing concern for my behavior." Thud, OUCH!
Placing the side of her finger in her mouth, she pauses a moment to tend to the newly formed bruise. "I bed eyou jus love dis." She mumbled before taking her finger out of her mouth to examine it. a few glistening drops of blood pooled around her finger, coiling around with the slight movements she made. In zero gravity caused the crimson liquid to almost come to life with spacial movement. Her scowl deepened, but she had no time for bandages or gauze. She had about three hours to get everything back up and running, catch up to Zeltzer and end that miserable pirate's life.
Looking down to the digi journal attached to her tool belt, the timer gently counting the seconds of recorded sound, she frowned more and looked back to the guts of the metallic beast. With a sigh, she realized that the odds were set against her favor, and that she would most likely die. Steeling her breath, her scowl relaxed, and without much point of holding anything back, she begins to reveal the story of how she got here.
