In comparison to the atmosphere on the ship digging through gutted ships for scrap on a hot day was almost pleasant. Almost. As the day rolled on and the heat got worse Hawk Firestone's repertoire of curses found more use. She had managed to cram herself into and out of enough tight spaces to pick up a myriad of scrapes and cuts, luckily the Doc had given the crew boosters not that long ago. Combined with the heat and the frustration of not finding any supplies over a week's worth of scrap diving was starting to make the pilot frazzled.<br/><br/>Luck had started to turn around after another hour when she found a few stabilizers and packed them into the mule. When the sun had set and lights flooded the junkyard she was in the middle of the maze of the yard when she came across a heap of junk and set into digging in. The beeping of her comlink sounded awhile after that as the woman extracted herself with a muttered<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000"> "Finally!" </span><br/><br/>The com crackled and her brother's voice came through<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"Mena? Do ye have anything yet? The captain's chewing my ass again."</span><br/><br/>Holding the com and placing the mostly new port compression coil in the mule the woman scowled<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#6b8e23">"Let me guess he was all bluster with no suggestions? Well I finally hit paydirt,  found us a catalyzer that'll fit the Sanguine. Got some stablizisers too to go along with the catalyzer ye found yesterday. I'm bringing them in now."</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"Good, thank ye I think I hear the Doc and Roan coming. See ye soon."<br/>
</span><br/><br/>It didn't take too long to get her gear squared away and the drive back to the Sanguine was peaceful. Hawk was always the most comfortable when she had something to steer though like most of the crew she always cringed inwardly when seeing the Oaty Bar emblem on their ship. It had been done up in hazard paint and was a permanent fixture on the ship's hull. While it was good work it made them all to noticeable which was something that a ship filled with mostly Browncoats didn't appreciate.<br/><br/>She came into the Sanguine on the heels of Roan and Jeana and clambered off to grab the box of supplies. It seemed as if the Doc had been winding down from a long rant, she could nearly match Tristan for gabbling when riled. About to head in the direction of the engine room her brother strode into the hall and lit up when he saw the box, starting to pore over its contents.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"Good work, where'd ye find the coil?" <br/>
</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#6b8e23">"Pile of random junk, we got lucky again. Work ye're magic on the engine already so we can get off planet."<br/>
</span><br/><br/>He flitted back into the engine room and soon the thrum of the engine filled the ship making the balance under Hawk's feet right again. The woman nodded at Roan and Jeana<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#6b8e23">"I'll get us in the Black again, let the Captain now so he can ease up."</span>With that she headed to the cock-pit ready to start flying.