Private Arrrrr, Mateys

"Put down your guard, tough guy, or I'm gonna have to raise mine.," she enunciated lazily, hand reaching for the sharp piece of metal protruding from her pocket. Before she could finish her sentence, though, Azlin was calming the blond. Nero.

"She's right. And I've got some experience in it, too. Broke out of Maalal, Sfuoen, and Gembre." She was obviously proud of herself, and for good reason - those were pretty okay prisons. Cockily, she put a hand on her hip and gave out an infuriatingly smug grin. "I can also conduct electricity and control gravity. Nice ship, by the way. Beautiful hull."

"Please. Try having ten. new sets of hands." She shrugged and lifted all ten arms into view, extending one near the top of her torso to shake Nero's hand. "Yon's my name. Like 'beyond' but no 'be' and 'nd'. Pleased to meetcha." Not her full name, but it worked. Besides, names were like handcuffs - you could change them if you grew out of them, so it didn't really matter. Plus, she wasn't too keen on trusting the real Captain Nero - if he was the real Captain Nero - just yet. Azlin liked him, but it wasn't the first time that her friends had been wrong.

Of course, her attention was only on the pair so long before it drifted into wondering how this grand of a ship could ever be on this stupid planet. A party yacht! Such beautiful bevels; boltage shiny and polished; even the copilots' chair was smooth and perfectly fashioned. What a gorgeous ship. She made a note to compliment this ship - Cambrissa, was it? - more when she was repairing her.

"Yeah, something like that," Ianthe grinned, shaking Nero's hand with one of her own. "Azlin did give me a rundown of the, er, rundown. I'll be able to fix the chip problem pretty easy, as long as I can find a different nav chip from the broken ones over here. Shields, I'll see what I can tinker with, but the weapons I've definitely got covered."

"As for the fuel... I was just telling Azlin about a hack some dude on Maernep came up with to get a ship to run on biofluids instead of electricity. I don't exactly remember too much of the hack, but I've got a few friends who can bolt a letter to him. I got connections, Nero."

"That's the part I'm worried about," Yon told Azlin, voice low. "I'm not sure I can do i. There's a lot of unfamiliar wiring here, no tank, and I don't want to hurt this beauty of a ship. I'm going to try and power her with electricity first. Then if that doesn't work, then I'll try the biofuel way, because biofuel's kinda hard to obtain on planets like the Martian Ruins." She held her head in one of her hands. "Shouldn't be a problem, though. Bet I can get her to work."