<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/4/46/Jay.png/545px-Jay.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Jay Asarde<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Jefferies tube access hatch.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Doing:</strong>Things<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Jay had spent the last few minutes getting herself well acquainted with the 'jefferies tubes' that strung through the various parts of the ship. She had a full deck to deck plan on their entire ship with halo emission capabilities on her wristcom but that was just the standard dice, wasn't it? Every Knight's Errant had this lay out - or at least was supposed too - but every ship had it's own little quirks...  After all, not everything was built in by some automated system and humans were humans - factory defects happened. Even the most minor of defect could tell her what extra maintenance would be needed. She had to keep this place clean and smooth and one of her favorite places to hide were these little tubules.<br/><br/>That's where she was, waist deep into one of the access hatches peering down a ladder port with with her wrist flash-light to get her eye on one particular screw she was fairly certain was a little too loose for comfort. In the main hall, her ass was hanging out like some shameless hussy - just a shameless hussy wearing baggy coveralls, sadly. Wasn't much to see, not with the oil and gunk stains she was already collecting over her recently pristine outfit just from what she'd fucked with already.<br/><br/>"Note to self, set traps and secondary sensors.." She muttered, snickering quietly to herself. She couldn't help being paranoid and who could blame her after her last mission? Trapped on your own ship for weeks.. raging an internal war and just when rescue finally showed up... "Focus, Jay.. Just a little further.." She grunted at herself grouchily as she stretched out and hooked her knees at either side of the hatch while she hung down the pipe to tighten that screw idly. Beautiful ship.<br/>