<strong>Bsssssssssshist</strong><br/><br/>The pipes hiss, one nearly bursts as the engine crew yells commands and insults to one another. It was not about dominance or whom was in charge, it was a way of catching attention and urgency. The work load of fourty people is impressively upkempt and held by only ten. Surviving in the room of hellfire, with scorching heat that even the sweat from their brow held no chance of cooling them as it poured in hot droplets. This was their playground of metal and flame, of steam and ether. They brave this not out of courage, but knowledge and the agility to get it done.<br/><br/>She ain't no glass swan, Cherries. Throw yer ass into it!" A serpentine growl ripped out of of dame's lips, hoarse and sonorous like a rasping breath in blaring stereo. The sudden whistle of a kettle  brought those oil slick eyes to reign in from her spot of overseeing the maintance check and upkeep of her engine room. The Silvermyst, a 'soon to be' new additon of a fifty foot thruster turbine that can be rotated 180 degrees to reverse directiion, was her current bringer of joy. She was bothering the captian for a while trying to get him to splurge the Gils for that baby.<br/><br/>"Sludge! Line 3!"  Was all the little dictator had to say before a wily Jackel grits his teeth, heavy boots strumming a metallic tang as he rushes over a hot pipe, following it down the narrow hall only to leap from there to a fellow beast folk trying to crank-tight the pipe wrench and secure the feedline to the enigine. Braving the heat, Clang was upon the catwalk with a grey hose, the turbines and pivioting pistons let a flag of white steam billow as the loud voice came in over the speaker. Having ridged up a commlink to an old junk piece of walky talky, her finger leans on the button and her harden tone comes dutifully.<br/><br/>" Aye Capt'n, d'ere in five." Shoving the noise box back into her pocket, her eyes found the looming black ox with the shimmering auto-mail arms, his chin jutted up to her, the two understanding easily in a sway and gesture as he would take over getting the engine's cooled before coming to habor. Least the hard crap was over with.<br/><br/>Pulling the whistling kettle off from a steam junction pipe, water was poured into a freshly opened cup of instant kalamari noodles for lunch, normally she did not eat so light, but working to keep her baby floating was becoming a top priority. espeically how heavily armored the boat happened to be.  Wrapping a towel over her shoulders, sweat gleams off, strings of hair loosely fall from under the large beret tilted upon her head. Bandage like gloves with cut off tips kept her rough hands with it's needed non-slip grip texture. The heavy click clunk of her bulky looking boots thuded, resounding her approach down the halls until the doors slide open and feed her from the corridor to the Bridge.<br/><br/>Stuffing a steamy hot noddle and processed octopuss into her mouth, she glances about  with a noisy slurp with plastic chopsticks fitted easily into her hand.<br/><br/>" Capt'n, Repor'in ta ya, sir." Gives a half hearted salute before reaching to the towel to wipe warm brown skin, amking the smudges of grey disappear. Her jump pants was rolled down to the brim of her hips, its bright orange color was tarnished with grease blots, patchwork, and various little holes. The loose work out shirt hang to one side with bold letters in black spellingout 'Everlast' across her undefined chest. Red turning black with hints of blue strands of hair are slightly curled and damp from sweat, her large hat kept it all pinned in one spot out of her eyes. it was so much better then when she shaved her head. Jet fuel eyes gaze up to the big boss man, trying to finish her meal before having to make port. She still had some shopping to do for this big ridge and it was doubtful she would get much rest today..<br/><br/>