Ian was grinning as he took the glass back from Theobald,
and set it neatly next to his own. "Well, it sounds as if everything is in order now. I'll be awaiting your instructions on the engines
while we tend to everything else."
He began with a determined tone, excitement beginning to show in his face. "And it would appear that Rob has arrived, as well. Good, good."
He indicated to his datapad, which had lit up and was beeping with a new message. "Alright gentlemen! Get moving! You all know what to do!"
Ian barked at his crew, and they all obliged, moving with purpose and leaving their posts all but deserted.
He turned to Theobald, and said; "I'll lead you back onboard Freeport 1 so you don't get lost on my ship, and then I'll get started on the work immediately.
Rob can catch up when he catches up..."
He rose from his seat, and beckoned for Theobald to follow him.
Once they had wended their way through the many corridors and staircases again,
and had reached the giant airlock style doors leading back onto Freeport 1,
Ian stopped and looked back. "I really should make it less of a hassle to get around this place..."
He said with a chuckle before the doors slid open and he stepped into Freeport 1. "You know where to find me if you need anything.
And you're more than welcome to watch, if you'd like. Just try not to get in anyone's way if you do."
He said before making his way purposefully back to where the mangled 'Reverie' was,
not checking whether Theobald was following him or not.
Ian was proud to see his small crew of Engineers and Techs waiting for him when he arrived. "Where should we start?" One of the Engineers asked.
To which, Ian replied; "Anywhere, everywhere. Rob and his folks will be handling the hull so just stay out of their way when they get here."
At this, they dispersed and spread throughout the inside and outside of the 'Reverie',
not wasting any time in getting to work on what was a task all too familiar to a Junker;
restoring a wreck, something some would just scrap and melt down, to its former glory.
Without the proper equipment, nor the proper drydock, or really...proper anything.
Safety takes the back burner, if it's even thought of at all.
There was a din of banging, scraping, buzzing, and the occasional expletive shouted in pain
now ringing through the trashed vessel, the cacophony of Junkers at work.
