CHAPTER 01: Damage [1120 hrs.] May 23, 2014, 01:09:13 PM CHAPTER 01: Damage[ USS Theurgy | Fighter Assault Bay | Deck 15 | 1120 hrs. ] Attn: Lone Wolves Squadron. Free to join the fun.As if she emerged from a swarty womb, Narik Cinsaj sucked in air through her breathing mask as she leaned back from an opened service panel - seated upon the wing of a Valkyrie Mk. III. Sore and dirty, she rolled her shoulders and stretched her neck, finally finished with re-installing two units in the RCS Thruster Assembly of the attack fighter. All around her in the hangar, Starfleet personnel laboured alongside her with the other fighters, cleaning out thruster chambers and testing the TTCA controls of them once they were re-inserted into the Valkyries."Skritz frinx, I need something to drink," she said quietly, her Ferengi curses born from her many years as a slave on their ships. She stood up upon the wing with her tools in her hands, and while her civilian work clothes had once been a deep magenta colour, the course fabric and the exposed skin of her arms and neck were now blackened with ash - as if she had used herself as a cotton pad and cleaned out the fraxen engines with her whole body. Breathing heavily, sweat beading her Boslic forehead, Cinsaj leaned back her head where she stood, arms and tools hanging by her sides, thinking that she really needed to prove herself to the new engineering crew she surrounded herself with; to show them that she could do far more than clean out engines. This being her second day on the Theurgy, she hoped that someone would happen to look at her credentials and free her from this manual labour. To put her to proper use in Main Engineering. "Two units down... six to go, and eight thruster chambers left after that... Great fun..."She shouldn't be complaining. She could have been dead. She could have fallen down into that tunnel underneath the shield dome emitter on Theta Eridani IV. She could have been seared to pieces by a Reaver's phaser canons. At least she had her health, she supposed, in this awful situation she had ended up in.Taking a deep breath, she walked towards the nose cone of the Valkyrie, stepping across the closed canopy and reaching the NAVDEF radome and the two sockets on either side, which was where the next two Reaction-Control Subsystems were to be inserted. She saw the text below the edge of the canopy on her way there, which stated WOLF-01 IRON FOX, but she paid no thought to what it meant. Instead, she carefully got down on all fours, and with her lilac hair hanging down before her slate grey eyes, she reached into one of the gaping sockets on the side and... "No..." she said with despair, withdrawing her hand... which was covered in black, corrosive goo. "These were supposed to be de-gunked yesterday. Chief! What the frax..."Seething, she put both legs down on one side of the nose cone and dropped to the titanium deck, her hand held out demonstratively before herself and holding her tools in the other hand. "Covington, right?" she said through her mask when she got attention from the human that was supposed to be some hot-shot when it came to this attack fighter kind of maintenance on a starship. "Didn't we get help the whole night from those fighter pilots from the Harbinger? I cannot insert the RCS assembly into this."When the Chief had seen her hand, she tried to wipe it clean with one of the many cloths that sprouted from the pockets along her legs. She took a deep breath to clear her head, and then removed her mask to be able to have some kind of proper conversation. "Sorry, it has been a long morning..." she confessed and wiped her cross-marked forehead with the cloth, clearing sweat but adding twin lines of ash instead.