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She stared for a moment. When she realized he was serious, she laughed. Her checks were complete anyways, as the new ship only had to be calibrated to her liking. She hopped out of the cockpit and crept down the nose of the ebony craft. "You don't get out much, do you, Captain?" She lay down on her back, head near the nose. Her cup was empty, so it didn't matter much what she did with it. For now she let it rest on her stomach. Laying like this, she realized, gave the Captain a rather clear view of her cleavage. F^&@ it, she thought. Let him stare. A sly smirk crossed her features. "You obviously didn't catch the hint, sir."

"Jimi! Go get me a 80-21 capacitor and the 53c module off of a spare MBEC board for a Scimitar," Sai commanded her little robot companion as she flicked a switch turning off the tap generator. "Oh, and about 2 meters of grade 4 conduit tubing." It ran off to follow her orders as the red-eyed NG explained to the pilot, "It looks like you were running hot and blew a fuse so hard it melted, bridging the connection." She pulled a clump of fused wiring out and tossed it on the bay floor. "The excess heat weakened the bracket that holds the power conduit off of the MBEC and fried the board." Using a pair of dikes to cut the remaining wiring from the circuit board and the soldering tool off of her belt, Sai began attaching the now loose connections to the lower controller board. "I'm going to reroute these connections to the LBEC, which'll be more of a strain on the controller, but you don't really have a lot of choice right now."

As Jimi returned with the parts, Sai thanked him and disconnected the power conduit from the regulator on the MBEC, and installed the capacitor in it's place. Then, she ran the extra conduit tubing connecting the capacitor to a spare fitting on the afterburner power intake manifold. "You'll want to be careful firing for too long at a time, if you notice a drop in power that means actually that you've got too much running and need to shunt the excess by hitting your afterburners." Sai ripped the control module off the LBEC and replaced it with the one Jimi had brought, then tossed the old module and the whole burnt out circuit board onto the bay floor. "When you get back, you're going to need a full service, replacement fuses, mid and lower controller board and probably a check on your conduit network to see what codes were set when the fuse blew."

Replacing the tools on her belt and flipping the emergency switch on the generator back on, Sai dropped out of the lower portion of the Scimitar and closed the access panel, securing it tightly with a ratchet gun."Okay, you're good to go on this end," she said to Emma as she moved away, saluting the pilot, her job here was done.

Steven huffed a little at Arcadia's comment and watched as she slid off her fighter and landed on the hangar deck below. She is an odd one alright he thought to himself as he wordlessly accepted the invitation and maneuvered his way to the edge of his own fighter and hopped down. Taking another look around the hangar to check on progress, he was pleased to see everything running smoothly and followed after Arcadia towards the mess hall.
With an inquisitive look on his face he pondered his, for lack of a better word, relationship with Arcadia. After turning the past few weeks over in his mind a few times he wondered if maybe he should try to be a bit more stoic with her, that way it wouldn't seem like he was always tailing after her. Brushing the thoughts aside he caught up with Arcadia a few moments later.
Okay, now start a conversation he thought. Steven lifted his left hand and gestured as if he were about to make a point before reluctantly dropping his arm back to his side. Ah fluffle, why can I only think of cheesy small talk topics? It doesn't make much sense to talk weather when on a spaceship he thought with another inquisitive look on his face.

Steven simply stopped where he was a few moments after Arcadia had spoken, then shook his head and caught back up to her.
Once in the mess hall, Steven proceeded to grab a cup and fill it as well, only he filled his to the top. As he sipped thoughtfully at the drink he had a eureka moment.
"So, Ms. Langdon, how do you like working with Green Squadron so far?" he asked her as he turned towards the doors to go back to the hangar.

Steven shrugged as Arcadia held her ground, and walked over to lean against the wall next to the table.
"Well, that is good to hear; I have been working for a long time to try and improve Green Squadron's image. As for Emma though, while she is still a little wet behind the ears, she did receive very good marks in her flight instruction course. But as you said, and enforcing my point of age limits in the military, she is still too young and lack the experience neccessary to pilot to the best of her ability. So yes, I do hope you don't mind keeping an extra eye on her during missions; I have already offered to give her extra flight instructions when not on missions, so you don't need to worry about her being a hinderence but instead as an asset." Steven said as he stared down at the coffee he was hold a few inches away from his chest. "As for the horndogs, the only ones I would worry about if I were you would be Green Nine, Tom, and Green Eleven, Aaron. But from my observations, Aaron is aiming at Emma, and Tom I guess has a girlfriend at the moment. Pretty much only have marines to worry about really."

Steven felt a definite twinge of annoyance, if not disgust at that last part.
"Eh, I am not a fan of marines, don't get me wrong, there are a few marines I could consider as friends, but most of them think they are so much better than pilots just because they face their enemies face to face. I mean, you can give any simpleton a gun and call him a soldier, but it takes years of practice and dedication to become a pilot." Steven almost growled as he continued to look down at his coffee. His mind then thought of Clarissa, whom he had seen surprisingly little of lately. Then with a fierce huff he continued on. "Everybody has their own tastes I guess. Personally though, I would much rather be seeing another pilot instead of a marine."

"Let's just hope I don't have to do any hard fighting on this." Emma said, making sure that the Engie's repairs were to her satisfaction, (Pilots are very protective of their ships) and finding it to be up to par, closed the panel and sealed it. "Thank you" the young pilot added, Hopping back into the cockpit to restart her warm-up and run through of the Scimitar's systems.

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The intercom beeped throughout the corridors. "We return to realspace in five minutes, All active personnel, report to your stations, please." The voice cut off after that, leaving a myriad of people to begin hurrying their work, the Drathonian transport filled with Marines and became ready to depart. It was that excited time just before a mission actually started, and the buzz in the air was almost tangible.

With a nod, Arcadia set down her empty mug and began walking back to the hangar with Kerning at a brisk stride. "So what would you say are your strongest traits, Captain? And I don't mean as a pilot or commander, I mean overall, as a human being." Seeing as how the Captain had strayed from the light-hearted conversational piece, Langdon followed but still pressed for information.