Posted by Lieutenant Casela Synthi-er (Counsellor / RTF) in Shuttle Bay - Valkyrja
Casela made her way down to the shuttle bay. The first months on Leviathan had left her with little time to do the post flight maintenance of her shuttle, Valkyrja, and it was more than past due. She figured that she’d not have reason to fly her anytime soon, but that was no reason to not take care of her. Of course, Casela, was not an engineer, and she didn’t have any doubt that beyond asking the computer to run diagnostics, anything else was beyond her ability. Originally, she had intended to ask Hampton for a recommendation of who to ask about helping, off hours of course, but Hampton…well he hated her, and that was fine. Hampton was also a wickedly talented inventor. And as seen on the Einstein, he could repurpose everything. She didn’t feel like getting any special surprises from him while she was mid flight.

Besides that, there was another wickedly brilliant engineer on the crew, and she was sure he would make plenty of surprises for her shuttle to have, just not aimed at her. And Casela enjoyed the argumentative banter with Bog. They worked well together and seemed to understand each other. So, she hadn’t needed a recommendation after all.

As she entered the shuttle bay, Casela looked around and easily spotted the older, refurbished, Type 8 shuttle, Valkyrja. Of all the places she ever found herself, the shuttle was more home, than anywhere else. She walked over taking her in, the scratches, pock marks, and burns to her hull. All signs of the escape from her last mission. She was a sound ship, and had been through a lot. She was past due for some much needed TLC. And with any luck, maybe a few upgrades.

=^=Lt. Synthi-er to En Bog. Report to the shuttle bay please, and bring your tools.=^=

Casela input the lock code and the door opened. She stepped inside and paused, looking around. The interior didn’t look as good as the outside. Panels were blown, conduits needed replacing, and a possible power transfer to get her turned back on.
Lt. Synthi-er

Tellar had been confused when he showed up for shift to find his schedule cleared and Hampton colder than usual. Walking into the shuttle bay his confusion instantly cleared.

“And what do you expect me to do with this old ragamuffin?!” The old type 8 was nothing if not well worn and nondescript. Bog suspected the Counselor had some mischief planned.

Bog