<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/68/Aslan_female.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Era<br/><strong>Location:</strong>On Ship, Urnian 3232, Foreven Sector<br/><strong>Time (if Needed):</strong>Morning<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All except Roland<br/><hr/><br/><strong>"Thank you. I feel like there was a reason for this body but I'm not sure why it was chosen."</strong>Era gave the fanged grin, helping to get the game of simple rules but complex strategy set up for the stones to be placed one by one as they took turns. The AI had been as pleasant as possible during the trip so far, although it was hard to read the emotions of a being who had complete control over facial expressions unless they wished it.<br/><br/>She did seem to rather enjoy, outside of the engine room at least, sometimes growling and verbally sparing with Greg when they weren't around others to keep the Vargr guessing at her place in the ongoing dominance game of the canine race. She'd back away before anything would get physical, both not wanting to risk her body and being ill suited to any real confrontation, but mostly hoping to at least make the alien feel a little more comfortable with slight challenges when there wasn't anything critical demanding attention. The only snippy nature she had when she was around Ghrreigh doing maintenance was pointed detail side comments about certain things she could see might need to be double checked or using her internal memory banks to recite details in a semi-challenging way when it seemed they might help. She wasn't nearly as skilled as the engineer by a long shot but her databanks had plenty of useful information about the Starfinder she had no problem tossing out, so long as it helped out and ruffled Greg's feathers enough to be a challenge without getting too mentally draining.<br/><br/>The comm system started to crackle with fragments of transmissions incoming, sporadic and broken but with a steady thrum of an imperial style distress signal coming from the moon and just barely penetrating one of the radiation pockets there. That the signal pierced it was no small miracle considering how much interference there was.<br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Ghrreigh</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll once for ongoing maintenance for being out of port please :-) If you want to have engaged Era in verbal sparing during the month during maintenance she grants a +1 to the roll for being used as an information source.<br/></div></div><br/><hr/><div class="floatright">(http://)</div><strong>Name:</strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong>On Ship, Urnian 3232, Foreven Sector<br/><strong>Time (if Needed):</strong>Morning<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Roland<br/><hr/><br/>Living off of rations had not been the ideal circumstances in the heavily damaged ships boat. Roland had been chancing a rumor about the path of a particular ship when all hell had broken lose. One problem led to another and then a miss-jump, engine failure, and the explosion had left little option other than to abandon his old vessel in the ships boat. The force of the blast had crashed the boat into one of the heavily radiated craters of the moon, half buried into the rock and the engines completely disabled. Fortune at least favored him slightly considering the unusual addition of shielding to the ship's boat, specifically due to how often the other vessel had been used for mining before he'd gotten it prior.<br/><br/>Fuel supplies were getting distressingly low and all the excess power had been thrust into the jury-rigged signal booster he'd managed to get just to try to find something, anything, that might pick up the beacon. As it was, luck seemed to be paying out again with a ship appearing finally on his ships sensors over the moon he'd found himself on.