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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Samnell" data-source="post: 2610557" data-attributes="member: 130">Lucas[sblock]Safe in the life support room, with the door closed and pleasantly cool water recycling tubes to either side, Lucas lays down in his hammock and jacked into the Pacific's grid, such as it was. Settling in, he closed his eyes and began skimming his orders for the thousandth time while his free hand unzipped his bodysuit a few inches so he could enjoy the cooler air around the tubes.Report to CSS Pacific... Assist and supervise the installation of AI... Serve as chief engineer.. As prison sentences went, he could imagine worse. He really expected some kind of high-pressure space camp designed for maximum coercive indoctrination. But they could get that in space too, and Lucas didn't let himself forget it.Closing his orders, Lucas's nanocomputer sent a set of instructions to the Pacific's datacore.>>>Load: Chief Engineer's Log, CSS Pacific.>>>Begin Entry.Lucas framed the words in his mind, phrasing them self-consciously in Galactic Standard."Pursuant to orders, AI unit has been successfully installed on Pacific. I have remedied the 0.0000000000000000095s lag observed in calculation of differential stardrive equations though the installation of a standard military-grade type 986.1B supplemental logical cache. The AI requests its appreciation be noted in the log."That took care of his last obligation other than meeting the new captain. Lucas sighed and was distantly aware of the texture of his hammock through his bodysuit. He reluctantly disengaged from the shipwide grid. The warm, sterile interior of the Pacific returned as he opened his eyes.For a long moment, Lucas stared at the pipes above. Technically, it was a courtesy. A formality. He didn't have to go out and meet the crew. Jak would be there to answer their questions. He really didn't want to go either. Lucas avoided Caine as much as he could, which worked out well enough so far. Caine probably didn't even notice.Looking over at his combination jumpsuit and uniform, Lucas weighed his options. If he didn't go meet the crew, the captain would end up seeking him out eventually. He might be pissed too. Lucas didn't really care what the cvaptain thought of him, but he didn't want to spend five years in the brig. Pacific didn't even have a brig.Zipping his bodysuit back up, Lucas flipped off his hammock and muttered to himself, "Yes, sir! No, sir! Frack off, sir!"He seized the uniform in his hands and roughly pulled it over his body. Climate weave or no, his legs were sweating furiously before he had the jumpsuit over his shoulders. Lucas made the command decision to leave it half-zipped so he could get some air at least. He ran a comb quickly through his blonde hair and tried not to look too closely at his white face and the treelike shadows of veins that climbed across it. Adjusting the straps on his gridcaster for the jumpsuit's sleeve and mentally steeling himself, Lucas went to greet the crew, sweating all the way.[/sblock]</blockquote>

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