Re: Milky Way Galaxy (Space Itself)
The tall woman gave a short nod. "If you please. I don't have much to do from the sounds of it, but five minutes to check up would do me well." She replied, tensing slightly as the unfamiliar sensation of the teleport washed over her.
Finding herself exactly where she had been when she was teleported out of the ship, Ariana gave a short sigh. Rhian stood above the nearest projector, hands crossed over the grip on his staff, watching her and waiting patiently.
"Alright, five minutes, talk to me." She said after drawing in another breath, heading down to the cargo hold to grab a juice box-like package full of a nutrient paste, sucking on it while she listened, moving around the ship.
"Jortis was very helpful." Rhian answered quickly, rehashing his earlier explanation. "Structural damage and accompanying wiring has been repaired. The man has a gift for wiring, and updated a large prtion of the other wiring as well. Overall response time both for your controls and my redundancies has notably improved, the ship is running at almost brand-new capabilities."
"Very good, that should help if we have to deal with another firefight with ships that fire shots bigger than we are. Where did I leave the grav-clamp, come to think of it? Not deep sleeping anytime soon, I'm guessing, so we should get the Sunslayers back out of secure and get them loaded again. Should let us surprise the next moon-sized ship that decides to come after us."
"Cargo bay, halfway down the second row, bottom crate on the right side. I'll start booting the launcher systems. You aren't expecting trouble at the station, are you?" Rhian's image changed from projector to projector as Ariana wandered the ship, sometimes moving in the middle of his sentence so he could maintain the same volume.
"I don't think so, no." She answered, leaving the now-empty box in a small bin in the living area of the cargo bay as she passed by. "Just sounds like we're in something of an active zone, and I don't want to be caught without next time."
She found the tool easily enough, latching it onto the crate of torpedos and causing the box to lift slightly. She led it easily around to where it needed to be, the crate connecting to the loading mechanism so they could be fed directly. "Time?" She asked aloud.
"About thirty seconds left, give or take reasonable precautions that five minutes is not an exact ETA."
"Well, better than I thought." Ariana answered with a chuckle, walking over to sit at the chair in the living space, waiting for either a transmission or another teleport.