driftfleet | First Breath Mingle

[Some people might find Tyrion up in the cockpit of the ship, switching out cables in the communicator, with at least three different books open on radio signals and the like. He huffed out a breath as he switched his fingers around the wires and the components, with a device of his own making.

He pursed his lips together as he put everything together, one piece at a time. Testing things with the knobs, twisting them this way and that, to get different wavelengths.]

[Furiosa leans back against the console and watches him for a moment. There's a comforting familiarity about tinkering: it reminded her of the War Rig, those long, careful hours she had spent installing her kill switch and ferreting away weapons with thoughts of going home.]

Any luck, yet?

Nothing yet ... [Tyrion murmured, tilting his head to the side, as he kept switching to different wavelengths.] Ever hopeful, though. How does it look -- ah - out there.

[ Cara spends most of her time down at security, checking out the weapons and learning how to hold them, handle them. She's not reckless enough to test them on the ship itself but she does dismantle one of the guns and lays it out on the table and then stares at it for a long time before struggling to put it back together.

Otherwise, she's in the kitchen trying to make the stove work. ]

[Navigating this place with ships is not as hard as one would think. It reminds her of the crannogs in the Neck, man made floating island that made their way through the thick swamps. In a way this is similar save there is the vastness of space in the place of the marshy waters she is familiar with. It is her first trip from SS Paisley, though in her heart she is an adventurer.

She's standing next to the shuttle, inspecting the outside and going through a checklist to make sure it's safe. Being so new to the concept of technology, the young engineer is familiarizing herself more and more with it. She may not be a pilot, but she can at least learn how to make sure this thing stays in working condition.]

[She looks over the console, flips a couple switches.] Pretty standard. Are we looking for anything in particular?

We are looking for something like ... a radio signal. Something that we could not get through the regular Atroma channels. [He stated, listening in carefully.]

[Furiosa comes by to check in on Cara, and see how she's settling in. She watches her struggle with the gun for a moment, and then walks up to her.]

Not exactly familiar with firearms, I take it?

[As Captain (though still easing back into her duties and sharing the weight with Tyrion), she tried to keep up on visitors, and knew when Meera had arrived. She had an idea why the other woman was here, and waited until she had gone back to the hangar to approach her.]

You're Meera, Jojen's sister, I take it?

[ Cara scowls. ]

Not yet.

[While looking over the copy of the blueprints she has, Meera stops when the older woman approaches. She bows slightly in greeting before nodding her head.]

I am. My thanks for allowing me on board, Captain.

[She glances down at him, then watches the communication panel for any anomalies. Without a communications augment, she's not likely to find much more than him.] How long have you been at it?

Do you want some help? They were a big part of my world. I grew up with them.

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Not a problem. How's he doing?

[Tyrion glanced up at her, one corner of his mouth lifting up. The engineering augment only gets him so far, honestly.]

This? A few hours. I have to of course - take breaks for food, my other duties, my job ... at this point I am counting more on luck then any skill of mine.

[Tyrion is walking through the shuttle bay, arching an eyebrow at the young woman visitor. Seeing how she is going through the mechanics of the shuttle - he knows she must be one of the new engineers. He himself is going through the docking bay, making sure everything is up to snuff, but he does take a moment to call out.]

Make sure to check out your hydraulics levels.

I don't expect you to do it nonstop. [She grins lightly at him. She knew she could be a little harsh when shit needed to get done, but their lives weren't exactly on the line.] Hold it -- try that again, I think I saw a blip.

[She couldn't really be sure if it was a legitimate ping or just another ship broadcast, but since she was here it was worth inspecting.]

[ Cara looks scandalized. ]

I don't need help.

I would hope not. I still need to eat, after all. Sleep, one and awhile. [He gave her a sly little smile, before he flipped back.]

There? Or further back?

[ Cara watches him for a few seconds, totally lost. ]

What are you doing?

[Lowering the checklist she is looking at, Meera looks back at him. He certainly isn't well, but far better off than how he was in the cave.] Better than last I saw him. I got him to eat at least.

[Having already met enough people outside of Westeros and having never met Tyrion himself, the Reed girl does not realize whose company she stands in. Instead she smiles lightly as she looks from him to her checklist.]

I've only just learned what those are, but my thanks.

[He looks up at her, quirking up one corner of his mouth.]

I am trying to find the signal that blocked us.

[Tyrion slipped over to where the woman was, with her shuttle.]

You are quite welcome. I myself was rather clueless on how such mechanisms worked when I first arrived -- and I am happy to share my experience.

And how do you find such a thing?

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