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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Mithran" data-source="post: 3704608" data-attributes="member: 20827">Faris stood silently, fingering the data pad Stevie had given him as he listened to the reactions of his crew. 'Seasoned' and 'nice lines' were the terms that came his mind as he envisioned what the ship could be... eventually. But he decided the others wouldn't care to hear that just now."Alright, how about we quit complaining about how she's a bucket of bolts and get to work. Once we're done she'll at least be our own personalized bucket of bolts.""Melara, you're in charge of pre-plotting us a course and running the computer through it's paces. Damon, you can help Melara. Cnosos, you've got repairs, of course. Steal Damon if you need an extra pair of hands. Doc? Lets take a look inside and talk about your medbay needs...OOC: Hope that doesn't come off as improper. But it seemed like the captain ought to delegate a bit to get things moving as quickly as possible.</blockquote>