<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/33/Zoeydeschannel.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Astrid Zachrison</strong></span>,<em>Mechanic</em><br/>2519, present evening<br/>Eavesdown Docks, Persephone<br/>Tagging - Sydney, GM<br/>Wearing - This outfit (http://www.polyvore.com/astrid/set?id=128758502)<br/>Location - Man's Ruin<br/><hr/>Astrid was immediately cheerful when the ship fired up seemingly smoothly. She was glancing around at all the controls in the engine room, then her bubble popped as quickly as it blew. "That ain't right..." she muttered to herself as she hurriedly double checked everything. That couldn't be right. Ships just didn't do that unless something really bad was going on, and she had checked everything. There was nothing obvious. Though, in her experience, it was usually the simplest things that caused the biggest problems, like a gasket being off or something. It could practically kill an engine.<br/><br/>She frowned and hit the comm bottom to talk to the pilot. "Sydney, you might wanna cut her off right now. The engine is runnin' hot and keepin' it goin' is gonna make it hotter, dangerously so." She told him then ducked under a couple of pipes and headed off in search of the problem.