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Fuski · (This post was last modified: 02-04-2016, 07:49 AM by Fuski.)

Almost 24 hours pass as the crew bides their time waiting for the first shipment of commodities to reach the Yard, deep in the 44. The crew rests. Play card games. Crack jokes. They do whatever they can to pass by the time. Cleaning, moving, disassembly. Anything necessary had been done within the first 20. Crew working in shifts. 8 hours each time. Like clockwork. Taking part where one left off, and repeat. Organizing pieces. Laying down parts and sifting through wires. Wrenches were turning and drills were pounding. Maverick on deck with Sylus filed paperwork of blueprints and schematics of the engines and consoles before them. Working out a way to get the core out of lockdown.

"Cap! CAP! C'mere! is that what I think it is?" one of the officers says on the bridge. Maverick who had only just woke up. "Can't I get my coffee first?" He staggers, half awake. "No sir! I think you should see this." Maverick walks over to the panel before the member, With half groggy eyes. He squints. Closing them forcefully and opening them, batting them quickly and squinting one more. The half awake captain eyes widen and a big grin starts to grow on his face. "Alright boys! Incoming shipment! Crank up the Music! Break out the drinks! Grab wrenches! Let's get started!" Just as the captain says that, incoming transmission from the vessel approaching. "Overlord class Cincinnati. This is the Ifrit. We're inbound with components. Requesting a mooring point." The crew cheers in excitement and roars amongst the ship. "We hear you Ifrit! Bring 'er on in close and we'll get you unloaded!" Maverick responds to the CT-73 approaching. Maverick motions to Sylus and has him follow.

The Commander runs down to the bay just below the main deck where the ships would be docked. "Suit up! We're dropping the bay! All hands available, we're dropping gravity and bringin' in parts!" Sylus heads over to the comms, radioing to the main deck to drop gravity stabilizers, Letting the crew come to 0 g's. All crew members signal to Maverick that their suits are prepped and ready for space. A quick double check, Sylus and Maverick getting into their suits, check themselves, secure tethers and radio up once more to begin depressurisation. Oxygen is sucked out of the locked and sealed room, The gravity is lifted, and the bay below is dropped out showing the Ifrit with it's red flashing lights head to toe, and it's red cargo pods.

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The Ifrit begins to send up the cargo between the ships. Engine components, Hardware, panels, A number of things are sent up between the two ships. The crew of the Cincinnati and Captain intercept and bring them onboard. Setting them aside and moving them down the halls of the Large ship. The crew unpacks and unwraps the parts and components delivered. Beginning to place them grabbing wrenches and socket drivers. Welder guns and plasma. Sparks are flying seamlessly as the first parts reach the engine room. "This is one hell of a payday for us, Gents! Make the most of it!" Maverick says grabbing a crate heading up from Ifrit. Several hours pass as they unload and use the parts amongst the ship. The forward deck reaches Maverick on the radio within his suit. "Mav, We got another one coming in. It's the Shiva." "Well alright! Let him sit behind the Ifrit. Good ol' Initiative contracting!" Not long later, the long blue vessel, Blue steady lights and blue pods pulls up just behind the Ifrit with a second load of goods. The ships after a while call it time. Ifrit and Cincinnati close their bays, buffer the gravity, and return oxygen to pressurize the bay. Crews work into the late hours, Dismantling cutting, fitting, placing, welding, like it was their own Ship shop. Maverick heads into the quarters after a long day and gets some rest.

The following hours presume the same as it did the last 24 hours. They work on the engines and systems. Reinforcing weak points amongst the ship. Giving her a full work over. All 200 men on this ship and the captain. Getting down and gritty. On the final stretch, they had one last thing on their agenda. Bypassing the core lockout. Maverick wakes up and gets his coffee. Walking amongst the crew of the ship, carrying a mug. Doesn't say much because he knows what he has to do in the coming hour. He walks amongst the bays and quarters. Through the engine room and back to the bridge. Nodding and inspecting the progress of the ship as he walks. Sylus is amongst the bridge by the comms talking to deck 9, the core room getting them prepped for work. Maverick nods to Sylus who nods back. "You ready captain?" Sylus asks Maverick while ticking his head to the right, motioning to the panels below. "About as ready as we should be. Everything on the hull is complete. Engines are being finished as we speak. May as well get the last thing under wraps." Maverick answers, Finishing his last sip of coffee and putting the mug down on a fixed desk in the back of the Command room. Him and Sylus move over to the panels, removing them and displaying complex wiring, lights, levers, buttons, and equipment that would be impossible to work on if you knew nothing about it. Maverick takes a mic, with more than the normal layout, it has multiple buttons on it and lays down on his back below the console. He begins to work on wires. Tracing bunches of twist tied, ziplined wires. Working old training and memories in his mind. Tracing every piece of old knowledge he has. Talking back and forth between deck 9. During the procedure, two freelancers show up on radar. "Sir, two contacts approaching, Freelancers." "Alright. I'll talk to them".

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"This ship is going to make me or break me, Sylus. And I don't break easilly." Maverick spoke to his XO while kneeling down to the console and getting back into position amongst the charred wires and paneling. "If you don't, then we'd of probly not left Liberty." Sylus leans against a console crossing his arms over his chest looking at Maverick with a half cocked grin. Captain returns the look with a glare that would end worlds. "Get me some new wiring from the hold. A few chips. and a datapad." "Yes, Sir!." Sylus pops to attention with a playful salute and drops his arm fast, swinging it behind him and pointing to a couple members of the bridge to follow. Maverick starts to unbolt the card reader. When done, he sits up, turns around Grabbing the whole piece of console and just starts to yank the thing out of the dash. "C'mon you little Bi***... Get... Out... OF... THEEEERRRRE!" Wires strip and snap. Slowly giving way under the pissed off captain's attitude. More sparks fly from the dash, monitors cut out, lights turn off, smoke fills the bridge and the ship lies dead.

Sylus returns to the bridge. There's a moderate amount of smoke filling the air. Smelling like electrical systems had been burned and wires were scorched. He turns his head to find Maverick sitting on the desk where he'd put his coffee mug, one leg propped up and smoking a cigarette with his arm resting on the knee of the up leg. Beside him the ID reader with a mangled mess of wires hanging out of it like a strange creature from the depths of the sea. "Having fun?" Sylus tosses over a sandwich to the captain. "Well." He says catching the sandwich with his freehand. "While you were out making subs, I was killing battleships barehanded." Maverick cocks his head sideways putting down the cigarette and opening the sandwich. Sylus and crew slightly chuckle. The have a quick meal amidst the smoke. Having no way to vent it without power, they work amongst it as well. Sylus helps Maverick, sitting indian style next to him with a datapad, as Maverick bolts up a new piece of computer he fixed together with some spare parts. "This bad boy is a little trick I learned on Juneau. It's how we got ships to fly right without having the access to the computer systems. Hand me another stick." Sylus reaches into his uniform's front pocket pulling out another cigarette and lighting it, passing it to the captain under the panels, taking it, and puffing on it as he wires up the interesting toy. "Alright. Ganes, Start drilling holes into the paneling to mount the datapad. Stevens, grab a book from the quarters and start working on a program to run the ship on our ID's." "Yes Mav." they say together.

The process takes 4 hours of only sunlight entering the bridge. The Cincinnati is hot inside. The crew is dropping bullets of sweat down their faces. The smoke is thicker slightly and after a pack of cigarettes or three later they start to get it under wraps. They touch wires one by one to a sensor, relaying the locations each went to. Tying them together with color coded braids to each deck. "Alright... This layout should be familiar. Sylus, you following me?" "Well, I'll be. Got that hook up?" "Right here." Sylus grabs the plugin and snaps it into the Datapad. Where he works diligently. Maverick chiefs the cigarette as he continues to plug up wires. "I was wanting to avoid doing this if possible. Crossing wires for a bypass would have been quicker and not as damaging to the ship's mainframe. But I got tired of dicking around with it." "I feel you captain. You know I can re-program. So once we got the ship's layout and connection ping, we can get the mainframe on the same page." " You ready?" "Yeah." "Start her up. Make sure you keep the bypass active till we can get the second pad touched in." "Alright. Connections tight?" "Yes" "Bolted in place?" "Solid." "Here we go..."Sylus touches some buttons ont he touch screen, and with a slight hesitation, pushed down on the final. The ship sits silent.

Several seconds of still seeming like forever in dramatic moments till the Cincinnati's lights, engines, ventilation, motors, all come online and the ship comes to life. "HAHA! HOT SH** SYLUS!" "We did it captain! We're around the lockout!" "Teach them pricks to show me more than I need to know!" "Good thing for Juneau training, eh?!" "Hehe, Amen! Stevens! Got that program?" "Yes sir! Right here." "Sylus, keep the bypass on. Work your magic. You know what I like!" "Don't worry, I know what makes you happy.' Both men laugh together, overjoyed that the Ship had been returned to life. "Hunt would love to hear this. Once we're done here, we'll head back to Theta. I'll get on the comms and send a message to the Guild Master thanking him for his time."

Time and time again. The Cincinnati pulls through. You can kick her. You can beat her. She'll just come back. Stronger. Better. You can't take out the Nasty 'nati. She was limping. She was locked out. She was blacklisted. But the crew presses on.

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