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“Roger that cap’, taking her down.” Niomie replied, keying up the starports beacon on one of her screens as she eased the Ruusan down into the atmosphere of the planet.

"It'll give me a chance to get out and give the sensor domes a thorough check, and there's the modifications I was planning to make..."

Helix blinked, "We discussed this before the pirate attack sir."

He took a breath to collect his thoughts, "I wanted to make the capacitors for each of the ship's weapon systems and shield generator a backup and directly power them from the ships reactor most of the time. It'll reduce charge time on those systems to zero, and if the power grid goes down, the capacitors will act as backup batteries. I also wanted to replace the tibanna gas valves on the ion cannons with magnetic containment fields and install a direct feed from the weapons to tibanna storage, and I wanted to install an emergency severance system for the feed."

"I'd say... not much more then a day, faster if I can get some help."

“Aye, cap’.” Niomie flipped a few controls, shifting the systems to atmospheric configuration. Taking an easy grasp on the control yoke she brought the ship’s nose around, following in on the towers vectored course, heading for the starport and the awaiting docking bay. Slowing as she made her final approach to the bay she chopped the main power to the engines and activated the repulsor lifts, easing the ship down onto its landing legs.
“Touch down cap’. Anything special you want left on or do you want the ship switched to stand-by mode?” she asked, not taking her eyes off her controls.

“Aye cap’. Shutting ‘er down.” Niomie flipped a few switches as she unbuckled herself. When the comm system blared out that the ship was due for a costume inspection, she just shrugged her shoulders. Nothing she had was considered illegal. She finished shutting the power down, secured her control board and stood up. Following her captain out of the bridge, albeit at a much sedated rate. Taking the other turbolift down she stopped at the crew deck and picked up her pilots license then continued down to the lower decks where she would wait for her captain and the inspection team, her papers in hand.

" Ah kriff... " Laura said to herself. " I hate these things. Always making me paranoid. " She looked around her room to make sure everything was in place and in good condition. She even went through her footlocker and organized its contents in a more professional manner.

After a few minutes, she was done. She was hiding something, though it wasn't anything illegal. It was simply a matter of it raising questions from the crew if they saw it. Her light armor suit was laying on top of a metal bikini. She kept it from her old job before joining Jag, and even wore it a few times for the old crew when they were in need of a little entertainment that only a woman could provide.

Reaching into it again, she took out her certification of being a professional cook, along with other identifaction papers she kept handy. This wasn't the 1st time she'd been involved in an inspection on Jag's ship, and it certainly wouldn't be the last. It wasn't so much to prove as she was the ship's cook as it was to prove she wasn't just some random whore that got picked up. Her normal attire gave that impression once before, and that made the rest of the day very awkward. Getting hit-on by a rookie Imperial officer that day didn't help matters either...

" Never having THAT again. " she muttered, remembering it all too well.