Sarah cracks her knuckles, and motions the scared looking Helmswoman, Chex, away from the control panel.  "Chex, just hand me the tools.  I was fixing these controls when your mother was still breast feeding you."<br/><br/>As she begins to modify the controls, she says calmly to Tarsus.  "Sir, I relieve you.  We need someone to do a spacewalk NOW. And this armor doesn't come with a helmet.  Get your best men out there, and if you are the best man you have, go yourself.  If you fail, you'll only die a few moments before the rest of us."<br/><br/>Still perfectly calm seeming, not watching to see what Tarsus does, her hands fly through the steps of the control modification.  Finally, she steps back, handing a screwdriver to Chex.  "Just tighten that up for me... I'll check the flow of the stellar wind."<br/><br/>Sitting down at the helm controls, Sarah plots her course.  She KNOWS this ship... and she can see the set of the solar sails in her minds eye... the solar wind's angle, and speed at this distance from the star... and hails the crew frantically working to set the sails.  "Ready when you are!"<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">skill checks</div><div class="spoiler_body">59/66 tech use to adapt the controls. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=31373)<br/>33/56 stellar navagation check (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=31374)<br/>Since she can't set the sails while fixing the controls, and has this little 'no helmet' problem, someone else will have to set the sails before she makes her final pilot check to save everyone's lives.<br/></div></div><br/>