<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/QwfjIQ5.png?2)</div><br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>NAME:</strong>Mai Lee Xiaong (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333213.msg15874349#msg15874349)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Plain prison coveralls and her hair is a<em>mess</em><br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Comms Array<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Sarah<br/><br/><hr/>Crazy Haired Girl… no Sarah seemed to know some stuff when it came to comms. But not<em>quite</em>as much as Mai. She was about to point out the gaps in the other woman’s knowledge when suddenly the station sputtered to life. A voice gave them good news and bad news. Systems were back online but they had taken a beating and needed to be repaired. It was a shame that all Mai knew about was fixing comms...although how she got good at fixing comms while a whore house madam and doing<em>other</em>stuff was another question. Along with what that<em>other</em>stuff exactly entailed.<br/><br/>The other good news was that the comm room came alive and finally gave them some information that didn’t require them to poke around in dark panels. The bad news was that their initial diagnosis was correct: They could get a limited amount of incoming messages and<em>no</em>outgoing ones. “Fucking hell,” Mai said, scowling. “I think we might be able to get around some of the restrictions to incoming broadcasts but…” She was about to mention that they had more important things to worry about when something very interesting came up as an option on one of the AR menus.<br/><br/>“Oh so they have the archive of the message log for PHI-828. Well well well,” Mai said. “Let’s see if they made a mistake.” They didn’t. The files were locked up tight to unauthorized users. “Shit. Oh well. I think now that we have a shot at fixing this damned thing we can come back to this later. Just…” She paused. “That big punk girl. You best talk to her. I don’t think she likes me.”