Danica's fingers tapped lightly against the surface in front of her, a simple fidget, in a complex pattern made to look like she was working on something. She was. Not killing herself from the boredom of her turn on the bridge. The Captain felt that<span style="font-style: italic">running a tight ship</span>was a big important thing for whatever reason and demanded people sit around pretending to do what the computer was really in charge of. Danica's face glowed with a soft green light, eyes hidden behind a metallic band. Flickers of eye movement worked to command it, so she didn't have to make a sound or use her hands. Scanners were so much better than human eyes, she almost never took it off, not that her eye colour was a mystery worthy of debate.<br/><br/>While often enough she was sorting technical puzzles for herself this time the speakers over her ears were thrumming fast paced music while she considered a fashion catalogue. She'd done most of what she could do while being kept out of her preferred workspace, it had been a long run.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BFFF80">"Captain, I'm picking up a quarantine signal."</span>The Captain smiled,<span style="color: #00FFFF">"Lets just see what it is then, shall we?" </span>With that the Captain turned,<span style="color: #00FFFF"> "Dani." </span>There was no reaction from the slim beribboned figure, beyond a slight bobbing of her head. The smile faded into a growl, and the Captain mashed down on a button in the chair arm,<span style="color: #00FFFF">"Dani!"</span><br/><br/>A pointed chin lifted slightly,<span style="color: #40FF40">"No need to yell."</span>The Captain sighed and repeated events,<span style="color: #00FFFF">"We're homing in on a quarrentine signal. If we don't find life, I'll need you to vent the ship to space, see what we can scavenge."</span>The twitch of Danica's brow was obscured by the visor and hood she wore. Naturally what the Captain meant was that once his... security team... visited the ship there wouldn't be anyone alive to get in her way.<br/><br/><span style="color: #40FF40">"Yes Sir." </span>Danica's voice was cool and remote. If she didn't have to be the one clearing the way, she wasn't going to let it bother her.<span style="color: #40FF40">"But if it's a quarantine I'm wearing my suit."</span>Her lips curved in a slight smile,<span style="color: #40FF40"> "And going swimming after."</span>There were few things a nice bit of vacuum didn't kill. The Captain's head shook slightly and a frown grew,<span style="color: #00FFFF">"What is it with you and space walking? You can if there's time."</span>Danica assumed because the thought of an engineer in danger was unpleasant. Not that she was a real engineer, but she figured out what she figured out and the fixing of things was important on any ship.<br/><br/>Danica stood, tugging at an electric green ribbon to untie it and then slipped her white jacket from her shoulders. Underneath she wore a black and white bodysuit, black on top and white down her legs. The jacket was draped on a chair, and her fingers prodded at the headset she wore. The spines retracted, making it sized to fit under a helmet. She settled back into her chair, putting her feet up onto her station and slouching down.<span style="color: #40FF40">"I'm ready, wake me when you need me." </span>Music flooded back into her ears, blocking what she assumed was a growl from the Captain. In honesty she'd probably grab an extra bag of kit just in case on the way out, but having called the Captain<span style="font-style: italic">Sir</span>she felt the need to be annoying. Besides, her bridge shift wasn't over yet.<br/><br/>Some time later Danica had purchased a new jacket design and acquired more music. The Captain's annoyed growl broke into a song just as it was really getting going,<span style="color: #00FFFF">"Wake up Dani."</span>With a sigh she dropped her feet from her station and tuned into the ship's sensors.<span style="color: #40FF40">"Holy fuck."</span>The Captain, heavy on the sarcasm,<span style="color: #00FFFF">"That has been the conversation we've been having for the last few minutes, yes." </span><br/><br/><span style="color: #40FF40">"That's a Federation ship."</span>Danica tried not wincing after the words came out of her mouth. State the obvious huh.<span style="color: #40FF40"> "I mean, they're not going to let us just... take it."</span>The Captain, sounding especially patient said,<span style="color: #00FFFF">"There were pod beacons on the way in, and as you can see, you'll need to stop it from hitting that lovely planet. They'll assume it was destroyed." </span><br/><br/>The greed glittering in the Captain's eyes was no doubt the reason for the patient tone. Maybe she should watch the computer do its job once in a while. This meant she couldn't go in after the ship was cleaned out, and she'd be working in gloves. The realization made her mutter more fun words under her breath, and she only paused to grab her jacket before running out of the room, mind already busy with what she might need to have on hand.<br/><br/>The Captain, appearing to have discovered a headache, turned to the remaining crew,<span style="color: #00FFFF">"Well, seems she's not ready after all. Have a cleaning team meet her, everyone in full suits."</span>There was a war on, a giant Federation ship would fetch an insane price if they could manage it. If the vacuum didn't take care of the problem, well the new owners would have to figure it out.