<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82478.msg3800218#msg3800218">Quote from: Aether on 21-10-2010, 07:55:41</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Good eve to you, lass.  How ye like the ship so far, ready to make her go?"  Dun laughed in a suppressed fashion, knowing that all his facts and statistics would mean nothing till the ensign had the helm before her.  Surprised she would be too, cause it was a small bit 'o ship with alot of power behind it.<br/><br/>He raised his pint to her realizing that she was also a beer aficionado with a grin.  It was always his pleasure to toast a fellow brew toter and he hoped that the helmsman would enjoy the speed and maneuverability that the new power supply provided. <br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"Lieutenant, I've been ready to make her go for over two decades," Cate said with a nearly too broad smile before realizing just how green and wide eyed that would have sounded to someone of Dun's experience.  The<em>McNair</em>made her feel like a grade school girl with a crush, not that anyone would have understood that particular metaphor, and if they had it quite possibly would have disturbed them.<br/><br/>"I ... what I mean to say is ... I've been dreaming of the chance to fly a ship like this.  Unique, custom, powerful, something that others could only imagine in their minds.  Suppose I never thought it would actually happen, and it's got me a bit love drunk, for lack of a better term."  She raised her glass to him happily, hoping he didn't notice the blush on her face that sprung up from spilling her innermost thoughts to someone she'd not even known a full day.  Her blue eyes drifted over to an empty corner of the room, a moment of shyness before she pulled herself back into the here and now.<br/><br/>Dun reminded her of the people she'd grown up with, no pretense, no posturing, no formality really, enjoyed a nice unassuming beer.  He was what he was and Cate liked that, she was used to it and there was no reason she shouldn't feel comfortable.  "I'd imagine, though, an engineer such as yourself can understand the depth of relationship one can have with a ship," or at least she hoped he could or she was running the risk of appearing off her rocker.  Oh hell, maybe she was off her rocker!  Most everyone here was more excited to get to know the rest of the crew, the actual living beings who made up the ship, and here she was pining away over what her first time at the helm of the McNair would be like.  The ship's counselor probably would have had a field day with her psyche.