Moment of Solitude (Cont.)

[Archer]

Here's the link to whats happend so far
exodus.acornrack.com/posts/thread-159110-1
otherwize have at it

[Archer]

(OCC: I guess I'll go ahead and resume sence nobody else is posting)
(AOCC: Here is the preivous post by Greg:

((Uhm, hey Kovu, you do realize that the coil that blew out was on Archer's smaller fighter ship, located in the loading dock, and not something that happened to the actual ship, right...?))

The ship's mechanic came jogging towards the three of them, and Greg regarded him as he spouted off his report about the compression coil. "Ahh, fine then, good job. I'll make a note of that," The Captain said, all but dismissing the man with a wave of his hand. Archer seemed to be stumbling over himself trying to reassure Greg that the fighter ship was fine, and the Captain scanned the large space of the loading dock again. The smoke had mostly dissipated by this time, with only a slightly smoky smell lingering.

Turning his attention back to the fighter pilot, a small, reassuring smile came to his lips. Some accidents were bound to happen on the ship, especially since most of the crew had been recent pick-ups. "I see that. Well, as you see," His hand swept behind him, around him, to the large crates and boxes that made up the most recent cargo. "There's a lot of flammable, destroyable, expensive things in here. Just be careful with that in here, and everything will be fancy." There was always a need for a good fighter pilot to tag along with Greg's crew, and the last one he had hired had suffered a pretty painful death in one of their latest attacks.

After Dean and Akana had made their introductions, Akana spoke up from her spot. Greg's gaze settled on her. The tone of her voice suggested she wasn't to happy with her company. Greg himself was feeling the urge to get back to his tablet and continue drawing up his design. "Seems like it," He paused, on the verge of excusing himself to go back to his quarters. The three of them were here, which meant the three of them weren't up in the Mess Hall downing their sorrows in some alcohol or sitting in their rooms. The news of Earthfall had thrown the usual rhythm of the ship into disarray. "I take it you all are holding up well after this whole Earthfall business?" )

Dean had no intention to start an emotinal discussion about Earthfall at the moment, thats why he had come to the loading dock in the first place. He stuck his thumbs underneath his suspenders, turning to the captian.

"If you don't mind Cap. I've still got quite a bit of work to do on the Dustrunner's engine, it now being a big scorched hole and all. I'll take your leave to get back to work." without waiting for a reply, Dean spun on his heel and began to walk back to his ship, brushing past Kovu on his way.

Archer waved a hand up after he past the group, "Thanks again kid."