Post by Blake Lucas on Mar 11, 2011 17:55:43 GMT -5
Part of him was hoping to meet some of the other crew members and yet another part of him was glad the lab was empty so he could start familiarizing himself with the systems and equipment. He wore a simple t-shirt, cargo pants and work boots, and had a leather tool belt around his hips that contained just about everything he could reasonably need and carry while he worked. His holster and pistol currently occupied the surface of one of the workbenches, next to his beverage of choice: Sparks, the beer/energy drink hybrid that made its way into existence in the late 20th century, and surprisingly had resulted in hardly any deaths.
He plugged a data chip into one of the computer interfaces and started playing some order of rock music, the specifics don't seem important right now. He picked up the can of Sparks, popped the tab, and began pulling up and compiling all of the data they’d collected on the rifts so far. He took occasional sips as he read through the projections, trying to get a better idea of what they were dealing with so he could start figuring out where to go next. He was a typical scientist in that he was more excited to solve the puzzle and extend human knowledge than he was worried about what might happen if success came too little or too late. He turned away from the display, still processing through the information in his head. Blake was momentarily disturbed by the clean bareness of the room and tossed the now empty can back onto the workbench and strode purposefully out of the lab.
He returned with a cart full of what the untrained eye might seen as a pile of junk: spare wire, burnt out phase coils, scrap metal, bits and pieces of probes, insulation, and other ship components ad nauseam. He started to build.
He plugged a data chip into one of the computer interfaces and started playing some order of rock music, the specifics don't seem important right now. He picked up the can of Sparks, popped the tab, and began pulling up and compiling all of the data they’d collected on the rifts so far. He took occasional sips as he read through the projections, trying to get a better idea of what they were dealing with so he could start figuring out where to go next. He was a typical scientist in that he was more excited to solve the puzzle and extend human knowledge than he was worried about what might happen if success came too little or too late. He turned away from the display, still processing through the information in his head. Blake was momentarily disturbed by the clean bareness of the room and tossed the now empty can back onto the workbench and strode purposefully out of the lab.
He returned with a cart full of what the untrained eye might seen as a pile of junk: spare wire, burnt out phase coils, scrap metal, bits and pieces of probes, insulation, and other ship components ad nauseam. He started to build.
