<hr/><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/43/Ghrreigh.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Ghrreigh<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Inside the Ship, Maneuver Drive Bay, Spaceport Planetside, Emape<br/><strong>Station Time:</strong>Early Afternoon<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Everybody<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Ghrreigh logs the clearest structural sensor images she can get in whatever is the best wavelength, making a record of all wear and tear, including hydraulics showing low pressure, leakage, or weak seals, and appending each image with terse estimates of MTTF and approximate repair hours and costs by her best judgement. The format she uses is clearly derived from Imperial Navy checklists. She simply dumps these into the ship's computer's main logbook as she finds them. Hopefully the rest of the crew is paying attention. Someone else can sort them out if they want it pretty, she's focused heavily on 'effective' right now.<br/><br/>[Att: Cargo Hatch Seal Upper-Right Quadrant 30% sealing surface area. Report continues...<br/>[Att: Cargo Hatch Seal Lower-Right Quadrant 29% sealing surface area. Report continues...<br/>[Att: Cargo Hatch Seal Lower-Right Quadrant 34% sealing surface area. Report continues...<br/>[Att: Cargo Hatch Portside Hydraulic Ram Fluid Leak Requires Attention. Report continues...<br/><br/>She also gets the best imagery she can of the radioactive spill, finds a sealable container, and vacuums the dust up into it. Nobody sane ships radioactive materials at more than a low percentage of prompt critical mass, but you still don't leave the stuff lying around where it can accumulate. That container gets labelled clearly and placed off to the side for later identification. Its location also gets added to the logs she uploads. Some things you don't trust a cleaning robot to do. Off the logs, this operation is accompanied by a certain amount of canine grumbling. Who leaves radioactive dust around in a sealed living environment?<br/><br/>[Att: Ionizing Radiation Environmental Hazard. Report continues...<br/>[Att: Ionizing Radiation Environmental Hazard Containment. Report continues...<br/><br/>The engine-work ends up being a more relaxing period for the Vargr as she clambers over, around, and under them to check every little thing she can. Some jobs you do to impress the brass, but in space you live or die by your power, drives and life support and she wants those engines as tightly tuned as she can manage them. The power draw is unusual, but not an emergency. The fuel pressure is a little worrying however. She'll look into it, well, after she's done with the engines themselves.<br/><br/>...And just when Ghrreigh's done with that and fairly happy, a review of the fueling system turns into, well...nightmare fuel. At one point her least favorite wrench actually gets thrown at the far wall. Alas, they're in a gravity well, so it doesn't bounce all the way back to her and she has to go retrieve it herself. She taps her headset to relay to the nearest comm unit. Time for the bad news.<br/><br/>[Att: Primary Reactor Status: Online. Report continues...<br/>[Att: Primary Maneuver Drive Status: Nominal. Report continues...<br/>[Att: Primary Jump Drive Status: Nominal. Report continues...<br/>[Att: Fuel Systems Organic Contaminant Imagery. Report continues...<br/>[Att: Fuel Systems Seals Status Degraded 89%. Report continues...<br/>[Att: Fuel Systems Status: Offline. Report continues...<br/><br/>"Engineering station reports. Previous crew teakettle left on, unscrammed. Power, M- and J-drives check five-oh and shiny." So why does she sound so angry? "Fuel levels sub-nominal, fuel purity questionable, organic contaminations all fuel sealing and processing in and seals eroding. Organics growing in-on system, we got. We some botanical specialist have?" She sighs almost explosively, more of a huffy sound. "Downchecking all fuel-related systems command override pending, me. Full system shutdown, flush and replace all seals recommending, me. Drydock work. Stuck in a hole, we are."<br/><br/>[Att: Ship Status: Going nowhere. Somewhat fucked. Report continues...<br/><br/>The Vargr lets unhappy gravity just carry her down to sink into a curled sitting position against the base of the wall, glaring at the fuel processors as if she were trying to light them up pyrokinetically. After a few minutes, she gets up and pads over to life support and dials the humidity down to a severe, desert-world 10%.<br/><br/>Take that, mushrooms.  >:(<br/><br/><br/>