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June 28th, 2009
headinoortcloud
 | 03:35 pm
Lt. Effie Barclay walked slowly through the corridor carrying a small stack of boxes containing various sample-extraction supplies, looking for an easily-accessible storage area to put them in and contemplating all the sorts of things she'd might well be putting in them in the near future. Where she was going was about six steps down on the concentration list.
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June 19th, 2009
works_miracles
 | 02:59 am - At Home
Min was in the place she felt most at home. Engineering. She never felt comfortable anywhere else since she was young and tagging along behind her father as he worked. The majority of her life so far had been spent aboard ships, they were home to her not planets.
She couldn’t wait to get aboard the ship and get to work. Time waiting on the station had been torture and once she was on board she immediately started working. Her belongings, which weren’t much, were tossed in the office and she set about looking things over. Engines were inspected, diagnostics ran and settings checked. She knew the ship was in fine running condition, but an inspection was called for.
Days spent traveling had given her time to read over all of the technical specs and plans and she knew the ship like the back of her hand even before stepping a foot on board. Now that she was on board she HAD to look everything over. She wouldn’t be satisfied until she did. After the inspection then she could tackle the very long list of things that needed to be done.
She smiled as she went about her work.
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