[240104.13 After the mission to steal a warp core ended....]
Taking the small, hand-crafted wooden box from the elder native before him, Rylan smiled and bowed in respect as he turned to head back towards the crews encampment once more. Growing impatient now as his footsteps picked up their pace, he reached for his com, only to have tr`Eryx from the Geology lab open the channel a half-beat ahead of him. "We've got it done, rekkhai. Everything's ready as au requested."
Ry tapped back with "Ie, good then. Someone will be along shortly to claim it." he nodded, slipping the small wooden box into a pocket of his uniform for later, as his other hand closed that frequency, and tapped open another channel. His voice came through to all those on his list for the repair crews. Addressing one in particular at first, Ry instructed, "tr`Bremahn, we've got the go-ahead from the lab. Have a few from the repair crews collect the materials and deliver it where it's needed. Everyone else... get moving. I want this ship repaired and ready to go...yesterday." then tapped off again.
Coming upon his tent on his way to the Morrhae`Vnu, Rylan peeked inside to see Katara reading from her ISD, trying to make sense of the medical texts that D`Tarik had given her. Smiling as she looked up, he told her, "Might want to have someone help au move this stuff back into the ship. Once the hull-breech is taken care of, we won't be camping out here much longer."
Before she could say anything to that, Ry's head disappeared once more as he headed to meet up with the rest of the repair-crews.
[Later...]
The minerals they had taken from the mines were just what they had needed.
Once the Geology lab had done their work, and the minerals processed, the repair crew found their tasks rather easy. In a matter of laborious hours, the sensors that the Leih had blown out attempting to locate the killer tr`Sorek, were repaired, the damage to the consoles were fixed, and the hole in the Oira's ceiling was no longer existent. A few officers were allowed minimal power to check over their systems for a moment to make sure all was well, then it was off to patch up the rest of the wounded Science-Bird.
The gaping hole in the side of the vessel that the crew had been using to enter and exit the ship while they were stranded on the Planet of the Ancient Past, was the next large project to tackle. But again, with the proper materials at their use, the repair took a matter of hours. And though the repair crew were tired already from all the work, there was still more to be done and so they kept on.
With the hull breeches sealed up once more, their next project was to fix the transporters. Those would be needed to bring both their equipment and crew in from the outside. A lot of the equipment had already been moved. Most of the crews personal belongings had started to trickle in to be put in their proper place once word had spread that the repairs to the Oira were well underway. But there were still a few stragglers here and there, and once the work began on the hull breech that provided such a convenient passage between ship and planet, the crews' access was mostly cut off.
[Sometime later....]
A rather tired, and irritable Rylan dragged himself into the bar of the Morrhae`Vnu. Walking over to the counter, he tiredly reached over and pulled out a bottle of Rhennish, beyond caring if anyone would stop him by this point. Opening the bottle, he took a tired sip of it as he headed over to the panel that was propped up by the window that had gone missing. Ry set the bottle down on a nearby table, his equipment bag beside that, then reached out of the opening and pulled in the rope-ladder. Later, he'd put the ladder into the disposal to be recycled for another use.
Taking a moment to stretch out his back, he turned and picked up the panel, and placed it in the space where a window once occupied before the crash, and set about sealing it in place. It wouldn't be a pretty sight... but at least it'd be repaired, and the vacuum of space wouldn't suck out anyone who happened to come into the bar. Once they were back to their own time, they could get a replacement for it...if they got back to their own time. And until then, maybe someone would paint something on it, or use it like a message board. Something to distract from the fact that you couldn't see the stars outside. Too bad it had been the window in the center of the viewport display, and not one near the end.
Stepping back to look at the handiwork once the panel was sealed in place, Rylan took a quick scan of it to make sure that it was completely sealed, then reached for the bottle. He raised it to his lips once more to drink, then turned to look at the Gygor`Nvial that hung on the right wall of the bar. Lowering the bottle to the table once more, Ry headed over to the Gygor`Nvial and took it down from it's place, then hung it on the now-sealed panel in the center of the viewport display. Standing back once again to give it a look-over, he nodded and mumbled to himself, "Na bad..." then picked up the darts to toss a few, ...just to see if the board will stay in place... he told himself.
Must be standing too fvadt close.... Ry frowned at not hitting the board in its center mark, then turned and gathered his equipment bag and bottle of
Rhennish before heading out of the bar. Walking now to his own quarters to change out of his rumpled and dirty uniform, he tapped open a line to the Leih and reported the major repairs concluded.
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