'Aye, m'um. Hab ring is a go' Shaw taps her comm unit before making an announcement over PA 'Habitation, this is bridge, brace for grav spin. I repeat, habitation, brace for grav spin, over'
The electromotors in the ring's axis come to life with low humming, as the habitation ring starts to...
The console pings annoyingly as the wall of text come in.
'Oh, texting. How quaint' Shaw chuckles softly, hitting the reply button.
After spending a minute typing, she looks over her message
'First of all, I am your Chief. I am in charge of all things engineering. Power plant included...
'That'll be your Chief, actually. Also, Wiper is an old term for junior technical personnel. Also, keep your 'discussions' to your off-duty hours. Also, don't ever go over my head again. Procedure is there for a reason. Over and out' Shaw's voice is somehow even more raspy with the accompaniment...
'Oh, bloody fucking hell' Chief mumbled to herself, overhearing the freshly boarded burst of technobabble. The woman then tapped her earpiece, turning on the comms.
'Oi, shut it, Wiper. Everything has been checked and rechecked, but we can always go for some drills' Shaw proudly looks over the...
Shaw strapped herself off the chair, making her way from engineering bridge station to the back of the cockpit.
'Reactor, aye' The woman's voice was still raspy and rough, reawakening from long disuse.
Floating past the scruffy mercenary man she simply nodded in greeting. The hooded figure...
Shaw was sitting on a bench on one of Gagarin's many observation decks. Earth. She was breathtaking as usual. Shaw hadn't been this close to home in quite some time. Years, really.
Her wrist mount pinged annoyingly.
The woman was still deep in thought. Her ship from Ceres docked hours ago...
The pale engineer continued balancing her helmet for a few minutes longer before falling to boredom once more. She gazed on the clock, hanging just above the sweaty ship owner chap. The meeting was already a few minutes late.
Shaw sighed quietly before starting to check the seals on her suit...
After finishing her stale beer, Shaw lazily dismounts the barstool and picks up her bag and helmet. As she slowly makes her way to the back room, she bumps into a few drunks. The ruffians seem ruffled quite a bit, but noting the woman's rather massive suit and generally rough appearances, they...
'Ceres/Outer Ring. Arrivals' This lovely stencilled welcome awaited anyone returning to their old home from a long FIFO stretch or just visiting the good cradle of humanity on board of a random ice hauler. After a loud thump and a moment of light flickering, the arrivals lobby is filled with...
Name: Erica Andeasson
Appearances: see attachment
Nationality: Sweden
Personality: Calm, somewhat stoic. Controls and uses her emotions very precisely and accurately, both in and out of combat.
Class: Assault
Outstanding ability: Run & Gun + Rapid Fire
Bio: Part of Norrbotten...