((Flight Deck - USS Ronin))

::Breya stood back looking at the fighters that were left after the
last mission. She wasn't sure how easy the repairs were going to be
on everyone emotionally. She was personally going over the first step
and making up a list of required repairs. If she couldn't handle this
then she wasn't going to make someone else do it.

The first two fighters she'd gone over had been full of minor repairs,
and the pilots had been able to tell her what was an issue while they
were flying. This fighter required a lot more work, and the pilot had
not survived long after returning. With a sigh she continued her
check list. This was going to take a long time.

As she moved from the helm controls into the rear of the fighter she
noticed something out of place. It looked like the pilot had picked
up some debris, or something. Breya tried to scan the substance but
it wouldn't register. She tried as second and third time, getting
the same results both times.

Breya let out a very heavy sigh. She realized what this must be, but
was not happy to see it. Breya slouched back into the pilot's seat.
She didn't want to deal with this. It had already made life so
difficult. She tapped her comm. badge.::

Trell: =/\= Trell to Trolin =/\=

Trolin: RESPONSE

Trell: =/\= Lt. I need you to come to the flight deck as soon as
physically possible. You should probably bring one of your special
boxes while your at it. =/\=

Trolin: RESPONSE

::As the conversation ended she rose and exited the fighter. Now she
just had to wait for Keval to arrive. She leaned against the front of
the fighter and waited for him.::

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Lt. Breya Trell
Flight Ops 1st Engineer
USS Ronin