1x1 with Taikunfoo

[Kipori]

(Yeah almost there then I can actually catch up on some sleep.
Things really just are not going well for poor Tripp at all. Poor guy.
No worries, I appreciate the thought so thank you )

Miles Walker
Miles blinked in surprise at the Captains questions, realizing that the man actually had more sense then he had given him credit for when it came to engineering. He had been expecting stupid questions that would be a pain to answer but the ones the Captain had were actually good questions to ask. He sounded like a new engineer getting his first crack at an engine, not a Captain playing engineer because he had too. A grin broke out on Miles face and he almost laughed at the surrealness of the whole situation but got a hold of himself before the Captain started questioning his mental stability to much.
Instead he clapped his hands together and got right into answering the mans may questions. "I can show you how to do it if you think you can handle the additional responsibility though I will probably want to be awake and there the first few times just to make sure things run smoothly. It's a bit complicated and requires a carefully trained eye but I think you and Dr. Kassman can pick it up with some practice."
His grin returned at with the next question, since it proved that the Captain was actually thinking about the work and not just listening to what Miles was saying. "You're right there yes. If left alone a clog can do an unknown amount of damage, that's why we have to keep a close eye on everything and inspect any anomalies thoroughly. Nothing is done by halves in the engine room unless you want to be the reason the engine breaks down or in the worst case scenario, blows up."
Maybe that was a bit extreme but it was possible and the Captain needed to be aware of that fact if he was going to be working down here and wanted Miles to feel comfortable leaving the engine to him.
"As for parts, we have various parts in the crates all around us which is what's causing half this chaotic mess but most of them are only for temporary fixes meant to hold us over until we get back to the station, and thus are weaker then their more permanent counterparts. That being said, there are some actual permanent parts kicking around but you have to get used to making what you have work down here. Stuff runs out or things break that you don't have parts to and you just have to make something work."
Being able to problem solve that sort of thing wasn't something he was going to ask them to do, he would handle that sort of thing himself. It was less to do with him not thinking they could handle it and more to do with it being one of his favorite parts of being an engineer. He was creative by nature and enjoyed creating out of the box solutions to seemingly impossible problems. He wasn't about to give that up to them, not yet at least.

Zed Kassman
Zed had to bite his tongue from snapping at the pilot when he waved his hand dismissively at him. He managed to keep the comments down, which he was quite proud of himself for doing but then the pilot continued on, taking his questions and breaking them down like he was speaking to a child or an idiot. He even had the nerve to laugh at him afterwards which set Zed on edge in an instant, his body tensing up in an attempt not to get angry at the man.
Zed was aware he could have worded his question in a better way but that didn't give the pilot the right to speak to him as a child. He was pretty sure he was actually older then the man. Despite his tone and the way he had worded the questions, he had actually been curious as to how the pilot planned to raise the plants out in space. He was under no illusions that most modern technology escaped him and thus everything the pilot explained was completely new to him. More questions were sitting on the tip of his tongue begging to be asked but since Zed was sure the pilot would just laugh at his lack of knowledge, he swallowed them back down. There was no reason to give the pilot more ammunition.
"Well, it seems you have it all figured out." He stated coolly and the slightest sneer. "Now if only you had flying just as figured out."
The words were out before he could clamp down on them but he found he didn't regret them. Sure, he was going back on his word to not start anything but the pilot had thrown the first punch as it were so he didn't feel that bad about hitting back.

[taikunfoo]

(Hey sorry again for the delay, I only have one more test before finals this semester so things should be a lot more regular now (barring the test and finals of course). Are you all set with the end of your semester yet? How did everything go/how is it going? Also, that was an incredibly snarky comment from the doctor. I love it.)

Captain Tubon
Tripp found himself drawn into a small smile as Miles excitedly talked about the engines and how to fix them. His enthusiasm was palpable, and Tripp felt reassured that his engineer was still passionate about his work. He'd seen a few worn down ones in his time serving on other ships, and those ships seemed to have more mechanical problems than the time to fix them. Tripp didn't know whether it was a product of the age of the ships, or if their engineers had started to get lax about the upkeep and maintenance, but a lackluster engineer tended to show in how often the ship broke down or an abnormal frequency of minor mechanical issues. Despite the rift between the pilot and doctor, he did think that the crew was good, but there was that social issue that needed some work. Tripp realized that his mind had been wandering and returned his focus to Miles, going over the conversation and making sure that he understood everything that he had said.
"I'd like to learn how to flush the system, and while I don't know much about fixing clogs, I can take things apart and put them back together if you'd like the help." He said. Might as well offer to help where he knew he could- it was going to be a long trip. He was somewhat pleased that he had recognized the different impacts a clog could make on the system if it went a while without being detected, and refocused his thoughts on the spare parts. He could see why having a talented engineer aboard who could make do with what they had in lieu of an actual part designed for a specific purpose was valuable- many a crew had been stranded in space because of a lack of functional parts. Tripp took a closer look at some of the boxes piled in the free spaces of the room, and he slowly turned, seeing more and more of them stacked against the wall, between pipes, even under one of the smaller engines.
"Have you had a chance to check out the parts you have and do an inventory, or is there one left over from the previous engineer?" Tripp asked, curious. If there wasn't a list, one should be made up sooner rather than later, and while he did want to help with it, he figured that it might be something that Mr. Walker would have to do on his own- that way he'd know not only if they had or didn't have the part he needed, but where it was in the mess of crates and boxes.

Eric Henson
It took a moment for the words the doctor had said to register, and he struggled for a moment to keep his face impassive. If only the doctor knew everything he'd done to be a pilot, from breaking into the secure garage back home on the Americas Colony on Mars, to traveling hundreds of thousands of miles to go to the best flight school on Earth, painfully acclimating to Earth's gravity, and the endless hours spent flying in both terrestrial and space craft. He remembered the zero-g trick, and carefully filed it away for later- that was being used for sure, but not right now. He wasn't sure quite what the captain would do if he dared go for the doctor- where he was from if you had a problem you figured it out with your fists, and that was that, but in the areas of Earth that he'd run around, that wasn't always...appropriate. Words it was, for now.
"Oh I just might have an idea of it after a few thousand hours operating craft on two planets and five stations." He said, folding his arms across his chest and firmly planting his feet on the deck, leaning back in his seat in a poor attempt to look relaxed but was more for the purpose of keeping himself in that seat than for appearances' sake.

[Kipori]

(No worries, finals time is always a hectic mess so I totally get it. I Good luck on that test and finals when they roll around!
I am pretty set for end of semester yeah. I'm only really worried about my Spanish class since some unforseen events ended up taking a lot of time away from it so I'm not doing as great as I would like to be. I should still pass but its probably not going to be with the B I was hoping for. Other then that, everything is good, just have to survive two tests this week and then two finals next week and I am free for the summer!
Ah yes...I spent way to long on deciding what he was going to say there and it ended up being very snarky haha. I regret nothing )

Miles Walker
As expected, the Captain was interested in learning how to flush the system. He really shouldn't have expected any different considering how the Captain had taken to all of the things he had taught him so far, but Miles was a little less sure about how to teach that. Like he had said, it was complicated and required hours of training to get good enough at it not to hand a second set of eyes keep track of things but he was also sure they could both pick it up.
"An extra set of hands is always appreciated." He was glad that he would have some help with that if he ever needed it. Sometimes taking things apart required more then two hands and even the best engineers couldn't pull that off alone. No, he would take the help the Captain was offering if a larger job came up and he needed an extra pair of hands. The Captain had already proved he could listen well and think on his feet so he would be a perfect helper for that sort of job.
"Now, as for flushing the system and clogs. I'll get yous started on the basics for now since it can get complicated fast like I said and I don't want to overwhelm you brain with to much information in one day." After they got through the most basic of basics, if the Captain felt he wanted to learn more today, Miles would show him but he didn't want to drown the guy in information. He wanted to give him time to digest it all and commit it to memory.
Glancing at the boxes in question, Miles shrugged. He had vaguely looked at everything and taken a basic list of stock but a more in depth list would need to be made eventually so he knew exactly what he was working with. Plus this place could do with an some organization so boxes no longer took up almost all the free walking space. That was just a hazard waiting to happen.
"No, I still need to actually go through each box and confirm what's in them and the quality of all the parts. I had plans to start while we were taking the day off at the station but then we got called out here so I'll probably work on it on and off during the week and get a list ready by the time we return to the station."
That seemed like a good time line to him considering it gave him lots of time to slowly work through the boxes and he wouldn't be rushed which would lead to mistakes or misfiles which could be disastrous.

Zed Kassman
Zed watched the pilots face contort into some unknown emotion which disappeared nearly as quick as it appeared, replaced with an impassive face only undermined by body language the screamed anything but. He couldn't tell if the pilot wanted to punch him or not at the moment. There was definitely a dangerous edge to the pilots stance as he spoke, and Zed was curious if the man would actually swing at him eventually. Maybe not today but their meets did always seem to devolve into this so it was likely inevitable that someone was going down eventually. He didn't think things would come to physical violence today since they were both on thin ice after the events of earlier but he also couldn't read the pilot that well so he didn't know for sure. It did make him curious though which was never good for his health.
"Yes, yes very impressive." Zed said in a mocking tone. "That's definitely not something all pilots, even terrible ones, can claim I'm sure."

[taikunfoo]

(Thank you- I have some time before it but finals are going to be a mess. The class that just had the test I was studying for basically had the teacher not go ahead with new material after the test and was like 'you all did so badly on the test that we're going to go over everything you've screwed up, and I'm not even halfway through grading the tests yet' so I think the final in that class will be painful. On one hand he did give us 'extra credit' by having us participate in an activity, and if we got everything right we got an extra 6 points towards the test, but I'm not sure how much good that will do. My friend aptly stated "30+6, what do you think that equals?" What kind of Spanish class are you in? I know a little bit and I've done some traveling in Spanish countries so I might be able to help with the language, but I'm not much good with the literature. Almost there! You can do it! If you'd like some help with Spanish shoot me a pm)

Captain Tubon
Tripp nodded, understanding where Mr. Walker was coming from. He'd rather learn a few things well than many things poorly, and he also didn't want to screw something up that would cost them time- he remembered the urgency of the message he'd received from command about the ship, the necessity to find out what happened, and if there were any survivors. He wondered why all attempts to hail them had failed and quickly drew up a couple of conclusions: 1) their communications devices were broken in some way so they wouldn't be able to receive or transmit signals, or 2) there was no one left who knew how to operate the systems, alive or otherwise. As negative as it was, Tripp figured that something had befallen the crew that resulted in their deaths. While the crews of these initial ships sent out years before had been screened for the highest social compatibility, it was possible that a social or mechanical incident had forced them to turn around, and dwindling fuel and food reserves had spelled the end for their crews, although hadn't they been sent out with more than enough food? Tripp didn't quite know the answers to the questions he was asking, and decided that once he was done going over the engines and learning about flushing the system from Mr. Walker that he'd go over all of the available files on the Pyxis, especially the crew compliment and supplies. Tripp refocused his attention on Mr. Walker, realizing that he'd been lost in his thoughts. "Let's get started with the basics, shall we?" He said, again giving a small, reassuring smile to the engineer.

Eric Henson
Eric wasn't quite sure how to respond- had the doctor managed to compliment and insult him in the same sentence? He still was very angry, and mushed himself further back into his seat, keeping his hands firmly crossed over his chest. This conversation wasn't getting anywhere, and as much as he wanted to leap at the doctor and take him down a notch or two, he'd seen what had happened when the doctor had misbehaved and he didn't want to be on Captain Tubon's bad side. While the doctor could afford to go sulk in sickbay, it seemed like the captain would be spending a lot of time on the bridge, and Eric didn't want him breathing down his back. Things like these were so much easier on Mars. Eric pointedly turned in his chair, hoping to end the conversation before it got the better of him. "Sure, sure, at least you're getting some use out of your degree by pushing my plants around. Now if you'll excuse me, I have an actual job to do." He said, pretending to shift his focus to the screen in front of him, but carefully kept an eye on the doctor and his plants- the last thing he wanted to do was to have him make off with a valuable fruit without paying or knock something over.

[Kipori]

(Oh jeez that does sound like its going to painful. Good luck!
It's basically grade 12 level Spanish, so conversational mostly. I know everything that is going on and understand it all but I just haven't had as much time to study as I would have liked going into the final, which is tomorrow. Hurray!
Thanks for the offer though, if it was earlier in the semester I would probably take you up on it but since the final is tomorrow, what I have is what I got. Going to spend the rest of today and early tomorrow study as much as I can and hopefully I retain enough to do well.
Apologies that these are going to be so short, I have to get back to studying haha. Longer replies next time, promise.)

Miles Walker
The small smile was enough to reassure Miles that he had made the right call saying they only needed to start on the basics today. At least he had gotten that right.
"Alright, lets go then." He nodded, turning and moving over to his work station to grab his tool box since he would need it. "This is always here if you ever need it. I'll talk you through the right tools as we go."
After quickly checking that everything he needed was in there, he waved for the Captain to follow him before heading back into he narrow paths of the engine. He didn't have a particular spot he could use for this so he headed towards one of the lesser used engines, that was really only a support for the big one. Pulling a pipe off that one wouldn't affect the system to badly overall unless something went terribly wrong which he planned to avoid doing. Every few turns he looked over his shoulder to make sure the Captain was still there and hadn't wandered off. He trusted him not to but it might happen without him meaning to.
After a few more turns they arrived at the spot he had in mind. It was a visible pipe that was perfect for showing the Captain the basics on. It would have been a lot harder to teach him on something he couldn't even see or had to crawl a ways to see. No, this was a much better option. Setting down his tool box, Miles looked over at the Captain with a smile.
"So just stop me if something doesn't make sense and ask all the questions you want. It might seem a bit overwhelming since there are a lot of steps but I swear you'll get it with time."
He really hoped that was reassuring as he crouched down in front of the pipe and pointed to a lever on it.
"So this is to shut off the supply to this pipe in particular. Each pipe system has one and it just takes time and memorization to remember where they all are. Most of the time they are pretty obvious and have bright red handles but sometimes the red wears off with time and they are harder to spot. Once you get the system shut off from everything else, your safe to actually start working but its best to wait a few minutes just to let things settle and the engine adjust to the lose of a system. Usually if the engine isn't coping well with what you are doing you will hear it start making weird noises that don't sound natural. If that happens, abandon the repair for the time being and open the system again. Let me know if that ever happens since that means its bad and the whole engine is going to need to be shut down in order to do said repair. It sucks but it happens. Following so far?"

Zed Kassman
Zed cocked an eyebrow at the Pilot seemed to sink deeper into his chair. Was he really trying that hard not to appear angry with him? He had to give him credit, the pilot was pulling it off rather well and Zed might have been fooled if he wasn't used to seeing people angry at him for various reasons. The man seemed to decide their conversation was finished as he turned his chair so he was facing away from Zed now. A dumb move really, it was pretty much rule number one that you didn't turn your back one an opponent. The pilot had confidence then that Zed wouldn't actually attack him, though Zed would never do that. He required his hands far to much to go around punching people, even if he might want to at times.
His eyebrow quirked up again at the pilots jab. Admittedly that stung slightly, the pilot know what to hit in order to cause damage for sure.
"My humblest apologies for distracting you from your very important work. It really looks like you are working hard, must be so tiring sitting there staring at a screen." The attack on his profession had annoyed Zed more then he wanted to let on but the annoyance in his words was obvious even to his own ears. He didn't like it when people looked down on people in the medical field like himself. Sure, he wasn't busy at the moment but his job was just as important in a crisis as the bloody pilots was if not more so. He bit back a growl, refusing to rise to the jab anymore then he already had.

[taikunfoo]

(Did everything go well, or at least decently? Also, I have one last test before finals this Tuesday, so I will slowly (but surely) get back to you. Sorry it's short)

Captain Tubon
Tripp followed the engineer back into the maze of pipes, engines, and storage containers. He nodded when Miles spoke- there would likely be many questions as he delved into this previously unexplored field. The extent of his knowledge was extremely vague at best, although he was reasonably confident that he'd be able to identify most of the tools that they would be working with today. Tripp followed what the engineer was saying as he explained the pipes and levers, but wondered how he would be able to hear any changes in an individual engine over the general din that the entire set of them were making. Having Mr. Walker's help would be greatly appreciated if any problems would arise, and at that though Tripp was amused. He would be helping Mr. Walker, not the other way around. If something happened to the engineer, then it would be good that himself and the doctor were being cross trained in engineering- he didn't like to consider the thought that they could get stuck out here and need a rescue ship to come and get them. Tripp knew that his thoughts were getting carried away- he needed to focus on learning what was in front of him rather than worrying about what ifs. At Mr. Walker's mention of the different systems, Tripp piped up with a question. "So is there another redundant system that takes over for this pipe," he said, gesturing towards the one that Mr. Walker had indicated, "that routes everything to the engine?" He asked, wondering how many redundant systems were in place and how many needed to be affected by something to cause the changes in the engine that the engineer had mentioned.

Eric Henson
Eric fumed at the doctor's latest jab. Not content to lay on his back and take the insults that the doctor was dishing out anymore, he purposely keyed in an early course correction to the helm, intentionally adjusting the thrust vector to apply an uneven distribution of the force from the engines. Unintentional miscalculations could tear a ship apart, but this one was designed to rattle the front of the ship to be noticeable enough to the doctor, while minimizing movement farther aft where the engineer and captain were working. Hopefully they wouldn't hear too much of it from the doctor, but his point was to impress some fear and maybe get a little respect out of the other man once he saw what he could do, or rather, hinted at the consequences if he wasn't exceptional in his work. All it took was a touch of a finger to initiate the maneuver, and he was pleased to note that the bridge began to vibrate and rattle almost immediately without a noticeable change in the ship's orientation. He slowly turned his chair around to face the doctor, hoping that his ploy would make him uncomfortable. "Ah yes, you are being very distracting." He said, making no move towards his console to arrest the shaking.

[Kipori]

(I think it went pretty well, I knew a lot of what was on the test but who knows if it was enough to save my grade haha. I should know in a few days hopefully. No worries, good luck!
Tripp is forcing me to think on the spot, I am not a person who knows anything about engines. Why did I pick the engineer! haha, its fun though. Hopefully I'm not messing anything up to horribly.)

Miles Walker
Miles hoped he was making some sense to the Captain as he spoke and from what he could tell the man was following pretty well. He didn't stop him and demand more explanation so that had to be a plus right? The question caught him off guard but he nodded his head before pausing to think of the best way to explain the whole thing without devolving into jargon that the Captain wouldn't understand. So far he had managed to get by but it was bound to happen eventually if he wasn't conscious of it.
"Well, the larger engine has quite a few in order to keep it functioning at all times. If they all fail then we're basically dead in the water until I fix whatever destroyed the poor thing. The smaller engines only have one or two since they usually have less important functions and the tasks they preform can be routed to other engines if necessary." He frowned slightly at that. "It's not something that should be done regularly since it puts more strain on another engine and might cause that one to break down and then we have a snowball effect that just ends up making things worse."
A small frown appeared on his face again when he heard one of the engines making a noise he wouldn't consider normal. A shudder followed which deepened his frown but everything returned to normal quickly after that so he shrugged it off. Eric must have been avoiding something or testing the engines again. A bit of warning would have been nice but he didn't put to much thought into it. Miles trusted Eric not to destroy the engines on purpose. He would have to ask him about that later and find out what in the world he had done to cause the engines to shutter like that. It wasn't good for them at any rate.
With that mental note made he turned his attention back to the Captain, sure his sudden frowning had confused the man. He wasn't able to notice the changes in the sounds but he assumed he had felt the shutter that ran through the engine.
"Sorry, thought I heard something bad." He shrugged, trying not to look to worried about something so small that it shouldn't even stick in his mind. It had fixed itself as far as he could tell so everything was fine.

Zed Kassman
Zed wondered for a moment if the pilot was just going to let him get away with his jab. That didn't seem like something the man would do which only served to set Zed on edge when he didn't get a response from him. He narrowed his eyes when the pilot started typing something into the panel in front of him, that couldn't be a good sign at all. Maybe he was just worrying over nothing? The man had made his earlier words sound rather final so it was possible he had no intention of raising to Zed's challenge.
That optimistic thought was destroyed very quickly when he felt the ship shudder under his feet. Since Zed was not good at keeping balance on anything other then a solid surface, he swayed slightly, almost losing his balance. Knowing it was the pilots doing, he leveled a glare at the man, less then impressed with the theatrics. Apparently words were no longer enough to express his annoyance with Zed, he had to throw the whole ship into a fit. Wonderful. His train of thought was confirmed when the pilot turned around in his chair and mocked him again about being distracting.
Zed opened his mouth to retaliate but a rather violent rattle threw his already shaken center of gravity out from under him and he fell into the cart of plants in front of him. The collision knocked the air out of his lungs and rattled the cart rather violently a few of the pots teetering on the edge, threatening to fall off.
"Stop this before you plants end up on the floor you madman!" Zed yelled, pushing himself back up on shaky legs. He wasn't about to take the blame if the pilots precious plants ended up on the ground because he knew that would be exactly how that would go.

[taikunfoo]

(Hopefully your grade has been saved I feel like I'm a bit over my head with the captain- I know absolutely nothing about managing people. The pilot I can get behind, I got enough knowledge about that, but the people part of the equation sometimes throws me for a loop, mostly because I'm in the habit of managing myself and having others manage me since I'm young/low on the totem pole. If you'd like we could skip ahead after we wrap this up? Also, what do you think about having the snowball effect as a cause of the problem- ie they're running the ship too hard, necessitates replacing engine parts after x hours of use, and a number of small things have built up so when something happens a bunch of engines, including the main one for the engines goes down. Any thoughts?)

Captain Tubon
Tripp followed along with the engineer's words, growing a bit concerned at the mention of the snowball effect. Having a catastrophe like that on board the ship could mean that they would be with little to no power until things got fixed up, and since they were the ship that got sent out when others needed a rescue, unless the station was able to route a civilian ship to them for a tow or some extra help, they were on their own. With how far out they were going on this trip- it'd be at least a week and a half for a civilian ship to get out to where they were going. Tripp distanced himself from that thought with a conscious effort- they did have an abundance of spare parts and there were backup batteries that would provide them with life support and other essential functions while Mr. Walker would get the engines back up and running. Mr. Walker's look of concern and apology dragged Tripp out of his thoughts, and he looked around, but going back over the past few moments he hadn't heard anything that stood out to him. "Is there any preventative maintenance we can do to help reduce the chance of a snowball effect, or is the maintenance itself what can cause the effect while the engines are being used?" He asked, curious to see if there was anything they could do to help reduce that chance.

Eric Henson
Eric felt a smug grin growing over his face as he watched the other man's discomfort, and was all smiles until he saw the doctor fall onto the cart full of plants. He spun around in his chair, working the controls to first increase the gravity on the bridge to prevent the plants from tipping any further and then falling, and then changed the thrust vector to be in alignment with the ship. The shuddering stopped, and Eric quietly let out a breath that he hadn't realized he'd been holding, realizing how carried away he'd gotten. The rolling sounds of the pots had ceased, and thankfully all was quiet on the bridge. None of the plants had fallen, which was the important part, but Eric suddenly had a bad feeling in his chest. He slowly turned the chair back to face the doctor, waiting on his reaction.

[Kipori]

(Sorry about the delay, some things came up with the family that I had to sort out. Everything is good and school is done so I should be able to get replies out a lot faster now Finally free for the summer!
I managed to pass Spanish with a B which is way better then I was planning! I'm really glad it worked out haha.
I'm glad I'm not the only one who is a bit over their head with one of the characters. Zed is easy enough since i know enough about medicine but Miles posses a bit of a challenge. It's fun to play a character who is a little out of my comfort zone though so I don't mind that much.
It might be a good idea to skip ahead pretty soon and I like the idea of using the snow ball effect as the reason for the problems. I mean we basically set it up so why not use it to our advantage? Maybe they could run into some asteroids or something that Eric has to push the engine a little to hard to avoid or because of his little stunt something broke somewhere and they don't catch it until its to late? )


Miles Walker
Miles shrugged his shoulders a little at the Captains question. "Mostly it comes down to proper maintence rather then preventative measures. There are a few things like constant checks and cleaning that we can do to prevent the possibility of the snowball effect happening but really it comes down to catching the start early enough to fix it before it gets to that point."
He wished he had better news to give the Captain on that front but it was one of those things that no one could prepare for. It would happen without warning in some cases, in engines that appeared to be totally fine only seconds before. There were things they could do to lower the probability that it would happen but nothing that would stop them from happening completely.
"Now, want to try taking the pipe off?" He asked, returning to the task they had come to do. "It's not that hard, just a few bolts and presto, its off."
He dug in his tool box for a moment before pulling out the correct wrench and offering it to the Captain. They would go through the names and proper tools to use at a later date, for now he just wanted the man to know how to do the repair. It would be pretty obvious anyways if he had the wrong wrench in hand anyways so it was less of a priority in his mind at the moment. Most tools in the box the Captain would probably never use either so teaching them to him would be a waste of time for now.

Zed Kassman
A relieved sigh tugged its way from Zed's lips when the Pilot got his act together and stopped the vibrating of the ship. He had done it to save his plants but that didn't mean Zed was not thankful for it. Taking a moment to regain his thrown balance, Zed shot a disapproving look at the Pilot but said nothing. The man had proved his point well enough and Zed wasn't about to antagonize him any further today. That didn't mean he wouldn't at a later date but maybe never in the bridge again. Zed was at a disadvantage here as much as it pained him to admit that to himself.
"Where do you want these?" He said after a few minutes of silence, his tone returning to a more neutral tone that held as little malice as he could manage. It was best to just let it go for now and get the man back when he had the high ground and wasn't at as big a disadvantage as he was here.

[taikunfoo]

(Thank you so much for your patience with finals- I'm back and should be posting regularly now!)

Captain Tubon
Tucker nodded slowly, processing the information as Mr. Walker spoke. Their work with the doctor trying to make sure that everything was kept up was essential during this lengthy trip. They didn't have the same redundancies of extra trained engineers on this small ship, unlike the other ships he'd served on, so it was necessary for the other members of the crew, himself included, to serve as the engineer's relief. The last thing they needed was to be stranded days out of the station on their first mission having to wait for another crew to come get them. Tucker blinked as the engineer handed him a wrench, jolting him out of his thoughts. He quickly reviewed his words, and nodded. He straightened up, adjusting the wrench in his hands before finding a comfortable position to fix the wrench onto one of the bolts. There was some gunk that Tucker didn't want to particularly identify, but the bolt seemed to be on pretty well. Determined not to be held up by a stuck bolt, Tucker quickly adjusted himself to put more of his weight on the end of the wrench and with a few quick movements, the bolt was loosened and he was working on the other ones. He felt a touch proud of keeping himself in shape to be able loosen the bolt despite his stature, and finished loosening the remaining bolts, handing the wrench back to Mr. Walker. "What's next?" He asked, wondering how they'd be able to work the piece of pipe off from the rest of the assembly.

Eric Henson
Eric still felt a bit apprehensive, but was pleased by the doctor's change in attitude. He thought briefly about asking him to take them all the way back down to the storage area, but dismissed that quickly. He had the upper hand now, and if he abused that it would only make the doctor more resentful of him. He did need to keep track of the plants, and decided to keep on with the original plan to put them in the recreational area and secure them when he had the time. "Please put them in the common area in the corner by the kitchen." He said, just as the corner of his screen flashed, alerting him to a result from his search. He turned around in his chair, bringing the gravity back down to normal Earth levels and was thankful that his face was hidden from the doctor's face- he didn't want his anxiety over the results of the search to alert the doctor that something was up. He waited until the doctor was out of the room, checking the reflection on his screen to confirm that the doctor had disappeared down the hallway before pulling the results up on his screen.