Log:In Which Tarion Tavers and Trillian Taim Have a Conversation About Tight Nuts
Log: In Which Tarion Tavers and Trillian Taim Have a Conversation About Tight Nuts
OOC Date: May 9, 2017
Location: Defiance Engineering Workshop
Participants: Tarion Tavers, Trillian Taim
The cavernous Defiance Engineering Bay. Between the harsh scent of industrial solvent, mixed with the fumes from the refueling station, it's an acquired bouquet to be sure, but one that makes Trillian feel instantly homesick. She's hunched over a design table making some notes and measurements on a holographic projection of a starship schematic. She's got her black hair pulled back and piled up in a hasty bun on her head with what look like several styluses stuck in there. She pushes back on her wheeled chair, and slides over to a workbench where she makes a few more adjustments to a box and then wheels it back to the design table where she holds it up to the schematic, rotating it. She's humming to herself under her breath and seems completely oblivious to anything else.
"Hello? What smells like Rheisa's armpit down here?" A familiar voice complaining heralds the arrival of one Tarion Tavers, the man coming over from the turbolift towards the only person in sight, who has the misfortune of being Trillian. He's wearing a dirty, grease-stained tanktop and some cargo pants, smudges of grime and grease marking his face and exposed arms. A slight glimmer winks from the tiny crevice at the junction of his torso and cybernetic shoulder, marking the place where his natural body stops and the artificial begins. "Oh, it's just you."
Trillian looks up abruptly from her work, nearly dropping the cube in her hands. She grabs at it clumsily, but manages to keep from dumping it on the ground. Breathing out a slow sigh of relief, she places it carefully on the table and turns to the grease-stained newcomer. Nodding politely, she stands up and walks over to Tarion. "Oh... hey... um... I didn't know anybody was coming by. I was just doing some work on some new modifications for Crawler," Trillian explains, stretching out her back. Wincing, she makes a big circle with one of her arm sand rubs her shoulder. "What brings you down to the Engineering bay? Anything I can help you with?"
"Uhhh.... the smell?" Tarion blinks at the pilot/engineer woman, like she's stupid or something, even though she's holding an intricate part she just pulled out of her brain or whatever. "I just said that. I asked what the smell is. It reeks. Can you, you know, stop doing whatever is making that smell?"
"Oh... yeah... sorry, was draining the fluids from the Crawler earlier. Sorry, about that. It does kind of get a little stinky..." Trillian wrinkles her nose. She jogs over to a huge environmental control panel and hits a couple of buttons. The air in the bay starts to move somewhat as a loud thrumming noise reverberates through the room, and the giant exhaust fans start to vent the air. Trillian comes back over, bobbing her head apologetically. "Sorry.... I forgot to turn the fans on earlier. My bad."
The fans start up, and the noise is quite loud, which doesn't seem to please Tarion any more than the smell did. "Wait, what are you-" The whirring, thrumming, REVERBERATING sounds make him frown mightily, and he starts waving his arms at her as he walks closer. "No! Not better! I'm trying to sleep up there!" Evidently without showering first.
Trillian looks at Tarion curiously as the fans ramp up louder and louder, and the air starts to whip around the bay. She watches him wave his arms up and down like a bird, and she cocks her head to one side. She can see him yelling something, but she can't hear him. She mimes pointing to her ears and then shaking her head and waving her arms in giant fan-like rotations. Now both of them look like they're flapping their arms at each other. The fans rev even higher, and then suddenly, they power down, just as soon as they started up. Trillian sniffs hesitantly, and shrugs. "Well, not great, but it's better."
Meanwhile, Tarion continues squawking like a parrot and flailing his arms as he moves towards the pilot, until the fans finally shut off, leaving him there with his arms outstretched and staring at her in silence. "...what are you even doing down here," he offers eventually, eyes narrowed suspiciously. People who work under the ground are suspicious.
Trillian shrinks back from Tarion slightly as he stands in front of her, hands outstretched. "Um... working? ... um... I was... I was making some adjustments to Crawler's repulsor lifts. I noticed that when I use them to taxi in and out of the bay, they weren't optimizing their field output. So I designed a new output emitter for them," explains Trillian. She pulls up the schematic again on the holotable and blows it up into a 3-D environment. Pointing at the complicated schematic, she highlights the emitters and rotates it in the space with both hands. "Here... this piece. Standard spec on this is to output at 0.75. But I wanted a smoother ride, so I hacked it to increase output to almost 0.88. It's gonna be a little twitchy if you don't ride the stick, but it should feel more responsive."
Tarion Tavers tests his Repair skill at a 100 difficulty.
-Failed- (-13).
"Ah yes," Tarion replies, nodding sagely as she pulls up the schematic. The hunter spends a few moments in silence contemplating the complicated display, reaching up with a cybernetic finger to prod at the diagram. "Well, that's not the way I would have done it, but if you say it will work and it makes you happy and doesn't cost me any money, then hey, go for it," he advises, with a smirk and a shrug. "Thing's a box of junk anyway, I wouldn't waste too much time on it."
"Crawler is not junk!" Trillian almost shouts. She's rather posessive of the stubby little shuttle. "He just needs ... some help from time to time." Trillian looks fondly over at the shuttle sitting in the corner of the engineering bay. "And... it should work. I think... pretty sure... the ... the design is sound at least. I still need to test it out."
"You don't have to get defensive about it," Tarion retorts, his brow furrowing when the other gets Offended by his statement. "It's a piece of junk, it's okay. You can admit it. It's not a judgment on you." He's back to smirking by now, moving right past the holographic display to peer at her workbench, picking up a random spanner. "What do you do with this thing, then?" Curious hands hold it up where he can study it more closely.
Trillian looks over her shoulder. "Oh, that's a hydrospanner. Specifically for tightening and loosening nuts," she says, completely serious. Yes. Nuance is lost on poor Trillian. "Feel free to borrow it if you've got tight nuts and you need to loosen them. You don't want to let that pressure build up... Oh, and I think there's some lube on the worktable too... you know... if you're like super tight."
Tarion Tavers tests his Seduce skill at a 100 difficulty.
+SUCCESS+ (4).
"Is this a come-on or something?" Tarion wonders, turning to look back at the pilot, and suddenly his smirk turns suggestive. Horrors! Charisma! Charm! "If you wanted to loosen me up, Tritium, all you had to do was ask." He gives her a little wink before turning back to the tools laid out on the table.
Trillian blinks at Tarion curiously, again... nuance is lost on her... "Oh, well if you're having problems with your nuts, you know what I would do?" Trillian leans over the workbench in front of Tarion, stretching her arm out over the table to reach the instruments in front of him. She wraps her fingers around the handle of a fusion cutter and powers it on. "Just shear 'em off. Then you can use the impact drill to gouge out the remains. I think I was just using that over by Crawler. I can go get it for you."
"You are one kinky mechanic," Tarion quietly intones, blinking. "Are they all this way?" the hunter wonders quietly, to himself, as she moves away. But then something shiny on the table catches his eye, and he picks that up too, briefly considering waving it around but deciding against it.
"Oh no no no no... wait, not that!" Trillian cries, coming over and taking the shiny object out of Tarion's hands. She places it carefully back on the cloth that it had been on. Clucking her tongue as she examines it, she shoots a glare at Tarion. "Careful... That's the focusing mirror for a laser. You drop that, and it'd be a lot of credits to replace it," warns Trillian. She carefully polishes the fingerprints off of the shiny surface, and carefully fits it back into a housing.
"Well, then what'd you leave it out for?" This seems nonsensical. "Don't leave out shiny things for me to break if they're gonna cost me a lot of credits." Tarion huffs a little, nonplussed by her total indifference or ignorance to his flirtations. "What you need down here is some alcohol," the hunter decides, nodding grimly.
"I left it out because I was in the middle of fixing it," explains Trillian, rolling her eyes. "I didn't think somebody would randomly want to pick it up and play with it." Trillian, finishing reassembling the housing, puts it on the workbench, out of Tarion's reach. "As for alcohol. I think there's some in one of the lockers. If you really need something, I have a bottle of Corellian whiskey in the Crawler," offers Trillian.
Since we both have to go, Tarion offers an alternative solution. "Or. I'm just gonna go get a /real/ drink at the Blue Light." So saying, he heads for the lift, determined to get himself a little bit trashed before the clock strikes noon. "Have fun with nerd stuff!"
Trillian sighs, and puts down the piece she was just working on. Grabbing her jacket, she slips it on and follows after Tarion. "Hey Tarion, wait. If you're going to the Blue Light, I'll go with. I have to work there this afternoon anyway. At least keep me company as we walk there."
