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Koali:
(Ignore that.)

Koali goes off to find a nice barrel to stay in for the time being.

Koali:
The Eagle's Shadow

Uncapping a marker, Koali strolled around the ship giving everyone a fashionable moustache.

Carn:
Bridge

Upon seeing Koali run in with a marker and begin to give a crewman a false mustache, Alister plucks the marker from his hand and drags him away from the flustered crewman. While dragging him, Alister begins.

"Why?"

Koali:
"Isn't it normal for the ridiculous character to draw moustaches on people when they're unconscious? You guys have been out for weeks!"

Piemanlives:
--Bridge, Eagle's Shadow--

Reagan stepped onto the bridge, immediately greeted by the sight of Carn staring down at the youngest member of their crew who had his hands on his hips as he stared at the marker Carn held in his hand. She raised a questioning eyebrow at the pair of them before moving towards the intercom station and crewman in charge of it.

She could just pluck the notebook out from in front of him but a degree of professionalism would be required, she could drink them under the table when duty did not call. Except Carn, there were rabbit holes even she wouldn't delve into.

Right, time to be the professional.

"What's the ship's status?" To his credit the comm officer only took a brief look behind him before opening the notebook.

"Most sections reporting green, flight deck, gunnery, and engineering have yet to report in."

She gave a barely perceptible nod. "Patch us through to gunnery than."

He passed her the receiver and set about switching the broadcast channel to the gunnery deck. There was a light crackle before he gave her the thumbs up to proceed. "Gunnery Deck, report status."

There was a light pause before Amelia voice carried over the receiver. "Hello Reagan."

"Ms. Lockheart, we're on duty."

"Err... Of course." There was a slight shuffling about. "We're currently performing heavy maintenance on main weapons, expect weapons to be fully operational by this-" Without any warning there was an absolutely horrifying screech from the other side of the.

"Um, Ms. Lockheart?"

There was a lengthy pause before her voice returned. "It's nothing, we've just suffered... an accident, yes, just a small accident, no one was injured. Excuse me." The line went dead and she shared a fully justified confused look with the equally confused comm officer.

--Gunnery Deck, Eagle's Shadow--

"I don't understand." Amelia said as she looked upon the... weapon that should be a flak cannon if memory served right. The crew that had been working to bring it to operational status shuffled about uneasily as they faced her, eyes downcast.

"I truly don't understand, not even I was this incompetent at first." Which was true, mostly, as she stared at the hwacha loading mechanism jammed into the ammo bank.

"We are most assuredly going to miss lunch." She said to no one in particular.

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