<strong>Name:</strong>Iva Cognik<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/6FJQizR.jpg?1)</div><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Friendship 2 transitioning to the Fuzzyboots<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>all<br/>---------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/>Iva had always prefered her own company, and that of her rented machine shop. Heavy metal pounding from her D-Pad-Player as the scent of her welder filled her nose.<em>"Plasma Catalyst's shot. Leaking coolant, that patch will do er. Good Gears, did he take this thing through an asteroid field with the shield down?"</em>she pulled a small stone from the landing gear. Then felt a knocking against her boot.<br/><em>"WHAT?"</em><br/><br/><em>"Doctor I have intercepted a missive from the local bar."</em><br/><em>"you don't have to call me that. I didn't get my doctorate."</em><br/><em>"but you're..."</em><br/><em>"No I'm not you Tin-pot. I'm my own person, and if you press the point I'll melt you down. Now what's the news?"</em>she snapped back.<br/><em>"There's a ship going out they need a mechanic..."</em><br/><em>"Pack up my tools, gather the gear. You're in charge after I'm gone E-bot. Take good care of the backups."</em><br/>She was gone before the bot could answer her, tools spinning as she ran down the tunnel, jumping over a passed out drunk to a public data kiosk. Quickly filling out the roster and sending information. It wasn't soon after she was hired! Okay the captain was desperate, but she was hired nonetheless.<br/><br/><br/><em>"Blasted Tin Cans"</em>Iva kicked one of the small loader drones with her boot, realizing they don't feel comedic pain she quickly lets it be.<em>"Be careful with That!"</em>she snatched the small case from the top of the loader's stack.<em>"Don't worry hunny, mommah won't let..."</em>one of the little drones looked up at her<em>"What are you looking at?"</em>She tapped her foot impatiently for a few minutes. Before finally storming up the loading ramp in a huff, bag over her shoulder following the last of the supplies. She walks past the armory and other rooms.<br/><br/>Flipping a number of switches she brought up the holographic and manual controls, turning a few orbs, flicking the comm switch.<em>"Doing the preflight check now captian. Ms. Cognik Reporting."</em>