NG touched the spot just below her ear, umuting the ear-piece and allowing the voice that came with the shrill alarm on her wrist-com through. The cutting voice of the main-shift First Class came through, stirring her from uneasy slumber. She noticed first that the ship had stopped shuddering. It had started sometime in the middle of her break and there was nothing for her to do, she had only to keep her head down and wait for it to all be over. The best way to do that was to try to take a nap and not think about the chances of not waking up.<br/><br/>She slapped the napping man on the bunk below her. â€œWake up Musa, fightâ€™s over. We didnâ€™ die.â€ His blanket lowered far enough for her to see the top of his pale tanned and mohawk shaven head. A few of the other bunks had sleeping crew who seemed to sleep more easily now. It was alter-shiftâ€™s â€˜nighttimeâ€™, and past their lights-out. â€œSarge says he wants the two of us.â€ Musa Cenk was the alter-shift weapons expert, and never woke to his alarm on his own. Systems and hardware. There had to be a reason they were wanted, but the main-shift lead was speaking too fast into her staticky ear-piece for her to fully understand him. Something about a new mech, but sheâ€™d already seen the alienâ€™s cat-thing.<br/><br/>Didnâ€™t matter what they were wanted for though. An officer said jump, and you jumped without asking why. So NG roused Musa and they trekked down to the hangar, a folded up screen under one arm. And by god, it was even colder down here than she remembered it being. But then, it always was when she had to hurry down to the hangar right after crawling out of bed. Right away both she and Musa could see it was a mess. And she didnâ€™t relish the thought of having to fix it. First Class Varley met her, and didnâ€™t seem all too happy to see her. He never was. They traded information, with NG unfolding the screen from under her arm and tapping a few notations onto its surface. Musa had already gone off to see to the newest oddity on their ship/home.<br/><br/>Azzy had watched them both enter, and met up with Musa while checking off the parts heâ€™d need with a few other crew. â€œJack saysâ€™s fast. I wanna know â€˜ow. Yous anâ€™ NG report to the alien. To Dren up â€˜ere. But I wanna know if yous can fit anyâ€™a â€˜at system onta the â€˜ornet, if itâ€™s really all â€˜at fast. Anâ€™ if the weapons systems areâ€™a any use, cannibalize â€˜em too.â€<br/><br/>NG came from behind them to join the conversation, having acquired the information she needed about what had gone on from Varley. She focused tightly on the ungainly looking heap of metal on her hangar floor, arms crossed, hands in her armpits to keep her fingers from going numb. â€œSo whatâ€™s the story, Sarge? Do I gotta be careful, or am I okay to hurt the AI?â€<br/><br/>After a moment, Azzy could only shrug. â€œGotta ask Dren. I say geâ€™cher answers outta it â€˜owever yous can, but he might say different. I gotta finish my inventory. Get to work Cenk. Yous too NG.â€ A bit more surly than usual, Azzy went away, leaving NG shaking her head. She didnâ€™t understand that man. She lifted her head to search for the new guy, the one that was apparently in charge and saw instead the second transfer pilot. Odd that he wasnâ€™t being briefed, but that wasnâ€™t too much her concern. Though it did make for as good a place as any to start.<br/><br/>NG raised a hand in greeting to the man, Mik. There was no information on his mechâ€™s systems, and sheâ€™d need it for later. â€œHey! Howâ€™s things goinâ€™ up there?â€