â€œWhat the fuck do they think we are Musa, magicians?â€ While the majority of the shipâ€™s crew was enjoying their dinner, NG was still at work. Her partner was ever present, except for the times he left to fetch the both of them food or to talk to the other hardware specialized crewmen. There were plans drawn out and sent to any officer that might be interested on salvage work, and Musa was done with most of his job. For him, it was sit back and wait to see if could start scavenging parts of the machine.<br/><br/>NG though, had still yet to piece together the computer. There was no AI, no storage, and the parts she did pull up were useless to her. Bawltz offered what assistance â€˜sheâ€™ could without direct interface, but NG couldnâ€™t even find the designation codes. It was as if they were missing completely. â€œBawltz, relay everything to the upper decks. Query for higher level access as well. Inform me of the answer right away.â€<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Yes Miss Ramey. </span><br/><br/>She wrapped up the remains of a sandwich and drained the half a cup of cold coffee, swung from the disengaged cockpit onto the floor, and stuffed the food into her pocket. And what a relief it was to get out of the chill of the hangar after so long. She hadnâ€™t even noticed the clumsiness of her fingers until they started to warm and tingle.<br/><br/>It was rare for NG to take the trek down to the brig. She shouldnâ€™t have been going, but her card gave her access. The corridor between the cells was dim; a computerâ€™s typical economic programming turned them off when there was no one there. She touched the switch and it lightened, and she took a moment for her eyes to adjust.<br/><br/>Booted feet echoed on the bare grate of the floor, pausing momentarily in front of each to see if the cell was occupied, moving on until she found the one that was. She knocked on the bulkhead to the side of the field. â€œHello there princess.â€<br/><br/>Leaning in closely, with her forehead resting against the metal of her wrist, she smiled at the man Saul. The prisoner. Traitorâ€¦ â€œI donâ€™ assume youâ€™ll tell me how your toy works. Itâ€™d be easier, faster. Very impressive work you did, erasinâ€™ your computer. Who does the systems on your side? Beautiful reallyâ€¦â€