Shuttle/Docking Bay [1]

[deep_space_final]

This is your standard shuttlebay and/or docking station. Going somewhere? Coming from somewhere? Here's where you can come and go, leave your ships, and the like.

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[starbucker]

[ It was her prize possession, and really the only thing she had left from home, which was why it had never come up as part of the pot in any of her poker games. One little ship, parked up in the shuttlebay and defended by a hostile blonde with a bad attitude.

Today she just sat on the nose with her lunch, her legs hanging over the edge, chewing on a protein stick and eying passers-by suspiciously, offering various remarks to anyone that got too close. ]

Hey, keep walking. [ Or: ] Your wife know you look at another woman's MECS like that? [ Or just plain: ] Bite me.

[ She's not there to make friends (she is, she just doesn't know it), but she can admire persistence, too. ]

[original_fine]

My wife?

[Jim smiles slightly, but it's rueful.]

She'd be here, if she fit in the bay. I don't think she's the jealous type, though. Probably doesn't know I'm gone.

[It's a fine ship, though. Not at all the sort of thing Jim ever gets a chance to pilot, or even admire. Starfleet isn't much into fighters.]

[starbucker]

[ And that's more than enough to draw her out of her protective shell: one, he's lost like her, stolen away by whatever cruel twist of fate did these things; and two, he gets it.

She smooths her hand once more against the chassis, then makes the nearly six foot jump down onto the deck, landing lightly on her feet, sizing him up. ]

Is that right. A big girl? [ She can't help but think of the Galactica; she wouldn't fit in here either. ] What's her name?

[original_fine]

Enterprise.

[Jim's pride is undeniable, and he doesn't bother to hide it.]

More of a starship. Doesn't handle quite the same, I'd guess, but you'd be surprised.

[After a moment he holds out his hand. They're all in the same boat, right? And the woman's warmed up a bit. Maybe she needs a friend as much as he does.]

Jim Kirk.

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[Hello, Starbuck! Did your ship require any repairs as of late? There's a friendly helper-bot scuttling around, a power welder attached to a robotic wire snaking out of its back.]

STANDARD REPAIR CHECKUP PROCEDURE, CAPTAIN KARA THRACE? SCANNERS SHOW YOU HAVE NOT HAD A STANDARD REPAIR CHECKUP PROCEDURE IN APPROXIMATELY --4-- DAYS AND --20-- HOURS. [The speech is, of course, synthesized. Clipped. Mostly a mockery of actual English, but it's trying its programmed best.]