<a class="link link--internal" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=83335&amp;pid=2015685#pid2015685"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#32cd32">Serena Driscol</span><br/>
</a>Onboard Annie<br/>Midwatch<br/>Tagged: Jin-Lai, Elaine, Mateo<br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/><br/>Serena desperately wanted to yank off her helmet, toss it aside, and run screaming off the shuttle to head out to the planet and begin her leave right away, but sadly that was not to be the case. She had a life support system to carefully dismantle and a whole series of checks to run on Annie to make sure she was going to be flight capable before she had her fun. Most people would do the checks right before takeoff, but Serena wanted the ability to wait for the very last minute to rush back to the Annie just in case.<br/><br/>As she unbuckled herself she glanced over at Mateo and grinned, “Hey Tin-Man. If you’re really going to the beach I need you to get yourself a can of sealant and give yourself a full treatment. I don’t want to spend the entire trip to the next godforsaken rock cleaning sand out of your joints. If you want to wait until I’m done with the cargo I’ll help you oil up.” She said as she stood up and racked her helmet. She walked to the side door and pushed the button to lower the hatch and stepped out. She then poked her head back into the crew compartment with a big smile. “Of course, if either of you ladies wants me to oil you up, I’d be happy to do that too.” She called back and then hopped out again.<br/><br/>She got to work unhooking the life support system and setting up the containers for transport. Unhooked from the ship the sheep would only survive for a few hours but that should be more than enough time for the client to take possession and put them back on life support. All the previous trips had gone smoothly and Serena didn’t expect this to go any differently. The client was as eager to be done as she was. Once the last of the cargo was unhooked and the crates loaded onto pallets for transport by the local teamsters Serena ran through her checks. Annie had been working hard the last week and the last thing Serena needed was for something to go wrong once they tried to leave. Thankfully it seemed all she needed to do was flush the fluids and replace a few seals. She hit her comms and said to anyone in range. “Annie is ship shape to leave when we’re ready.”<br/><br/>All her work done Serena stepped into the shuttle and stripped out of her overalls, workboots and tool belt and into a pair of shorts and cheap flats that she kept stashed in the overhead compartment. She hoped it was going to be warm outside when she left but she didn’t want to bring anything she’d miss with her, and a pair of shorts and a tank top could easily be left. “Alright kids, I’m done. Anyone still around and want to go shopping?” she called out on her comm.