Sir Arthur Crecy<br/>Location: 100 years ago by the looks of this damn thing<br/>Morning?<br/><br/>Arthur cursed as sparks showered over him as he worked behind the pod to maintain the cryo pods seal and break it free of the ships main power lines. All the while not disturbing the link that Keeps the girl inside "alive" if that even an applicable title to her anymore,<br/>"Damn thing!" He grunted, as he struggled to quickly replace burnt out wires with what amounted to copper band aids for the geriatric machine. The process was very slow going, it seemed like only hope and a fortuitous blockage of ice had kept the last power cables from degrading to the point of unusablility.<br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"well she is a lucky one, whoever she is, it is a dang miracle she is still with us. I'm serious Jin had you not come this way when you did, these last few wires woulda snapped, the emergency release would have tried to vent whatever fluid was in there and she would have died in minutes" <br/>
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</span>he Ducked down low with a blow torch to work on the clamps keeping this rig held down.<br/><br/>"Roger that cap, engineering is green bones" He responded promptly when her voice crackled over his Comms "But you know, something is getting to me... how is it that we are the first Junkers to find this boat? I mean it isn't exactly small, hell it might have even been a colonial ship, it should have had a thousand different reports showing where it was and why it was there..." His voice got quieter clearly talking to himself but his comma still on" there could be stuff here worth a fortune"<br/><br/>Minutes went by As he torched away and with the last latch Giving way and Iona just now getting there, "we are all ready, but do I really have to babysit the doc opening the can up? I'm sure I could be more useful at the bridge, or something.. Besides if I'm in quarantine who is gonna protect our brave and Noble cook from the space zombies?" He added poking fun at his new crew mate, desperately hiding the ever growing lump in his throat.<br/><br/>He disliked this place to be sure, heck he hated it. it brought up memories that were the things of nightmares, but there was opportunity for profit of a high scale and he didn't want to get the short end of the stick. Then there were chemical showers, and the thought of being stuck with the doc for a very extended amount of time, he hadn't really gotten to know her all that well during his stay, and was okay with that continuing to be the case for just a bit longer.