En Route to Engineering
Pregnant with the pause that came after Molli's offer to Chincha, the hallway seemed transmuted into a different place momentarily. One where an easy ally felt safe and comfortable and where the horrors of the Mishhuvurthyar were absent... or at least put off until a different time. Chincha lunged forward towards Molli, shoulder checking her like she had to Asuka upon arrival in the refueling hangar. It was the same shoulder as Molli's cybernetic arm was usually. But Chincha met the other woman's fleshy Nekovalkyrja shoulder with hers instead. She held her hand there on Molli's shoulder, looking into her eyes with a warmth.
"You're one of the best the Sfrarabla Nougpift has to offer, you know. Call on Leepa if something goes wrong. I think you met her. Short-stack with bright eyes and a mouth on her. She's," Chincha looked ready to say something, then bit her words to say, "dependable."
She crossed her arms as her smile made the gold freckles on her dark face burst upwards, crinkling in on themselves as she smiled wide. She looked to Sif and instructed her, "They do a lot for the ships. Better to be on their good side than not at all. Here!" She offered the parasite and it jumped onto Sif's shoulder faster than Sif could react. "Superior Overseer. Right, right. Probably hates your Commander for being same rank."
With her hand freed from one of the many bugs, Chincha used it to key in the console commands, tapping on its upper level as if hitting the numbers 1, 2, 3 ,4. Then, the sphincter door opened and the blaring alarms from inside engineering danced alongside the flashing lights. The aether bay was a lot like the one on Rabaal with tentacles protruding out from a central generator. Two of the appendages had been removed and lay in segments while two technicians seemed to be pulling out their hair over them, bickering.
Sick Bay
"Through an injector!?" Sahacre roared in Aiko's mind. His chemical injector tentacles rose up as if insulted, but the saw-blade that he had used to close the door grazed over William's exposed flesh —of which there was quite a lot of to choose from. The knife's edge merely scratched the ID-SOL's skin and Sahacre's looming form sunk slightly as if dismayed. "Perhaps you are right. About this, though! You are not correct that Gorga is better than me! He lacks the brains I do! I would never lower myself to fighting aga—"
The Advanced-type Mishhuvurthyar began murmuring to himself as he made noisy work looking for both the huge injector and sedative. Having grown accustomed to using his own toxins for smaller jobs than William, it was not easily found.
As William looked around, he saw a lot of electronic equipment. Medical scanners, hemosynth synthesizers, defibrillators, and a volumetric console. Sahacre was paying where William looked little mind after prodding him. It did, though, let a few tentacles slip away from its work in the cupboards to pat the table closest to Isuke. They then slipped on up her elbow, then gripped her chest. The tentacles wrapped upwards from her arm as if climbing a rocky shoal. One of the Mishhuvurthyar's appendages slid further, as if groping its way in the dark along her clavicle and into her mouth.
Hallways
There was a lot to see for Rio. On the level of the bridge Captain Rancéde's quarters were just in front of the bridge and upper engineering, a recreational bath and showers. On the deck lower, there were officer's quarters, fabrication bay, and a cargo lift that ran through both levels. She was able to read some recent mandates from the captain to work double hours and to always tell commanding officers about indiscretions that other personnel did or could commit with the motto: "If you suspect something, say something."
Bridge
"At ease, at ease." Raspu said. Normally a cold woman, Erika's repentant display had thinned the icy shell and her tone betrayed that pacification. She lifted a brow. "Look there, the girls are done refueling. Don't give them too much time to load back in. They should be kept on their toes." She sniffed. "Lift off when ready, helm! I'll send the signal to the base to pull in the atmospheric shell and we'll be off."
Cargo
Charbon's eyes shifted to the refueling crew of NMX just outside the ship.
"Crap job or not, there is a fair amount here. The ship has more ordinance than it would need regularly. I would wonder why, but it looks like they negligently oversupplied. Or perhaps wanted to give the impression they shoot more than they do to cargo specialists."
It was then that the refueling team looked to be finishing up. They squealed as they came into the cargo bay and the first to come in yelled, "Bridge always takes off before we're in all the way!"
With a look of detestation, Charbon shook her head then spoke, "Pitiable. We will need to separate armaments from everything else and prepare them for loading. Let's work fast, as our sisters seem to be doing so well."
Leepa had come in, yellow eyes tight on the two. "Need a hand? I've spent some time down here. It's organized chaos," she laughed.
Charbon looked to Asuka, taking her lead.