Nuts & Bolts (Open)

[ildon]

Thankfully, her ship's cloaking device was one of the few systems still working. As Ildon approached the crash sight she sent a telepathic command, and the air in front of her shimmered as the star ship slowly faded into view. There wasn't anybody around for her to look through, not even a squirrel or a wayward bird, so all she was capable of making out was general shapes. That wouldn't hamper her from working on most of the ship, but the really intricate things like the inner circuits and the computer systems? Those were out for now.

She'd managed to cop a few tools from the city (very primitive, by her standards), which she was forced to use, seeing as most of her tools on-board had been broken during the crash-landing. For now she stepped through an open doorway into the cockpit, moving into the cabin and doing a cursory check for anything damaged. Her first priority, after all, would be finding out just how badly damaged her ship was.

[kevin]

For some reason, this seemed to be the young spiky haired teen's favorite spot to roam around to clear his head as of late. Everytime he had encountered a mental problem that he couldn't handle without alot of thought, he found himself wandering around the meadows. It seemed to have become a weird kind of ritual for him.

This time however was unlike any other, as he came upon a giant machine erected in the middle of a clearing. He stopped moving and stared up at it in wonder. Wondering what it was that is. "Is it a space ship or something?" He asked himself aloud, taking a few steps closer to it. He marveled at the piece of machinery in awe, his mouth agape.

[ildon]

Ildon was hard at work in the cabin, having already removed a chair from the floor and opening the panel underneath it to get at some faulty wiring. Using some electrical tape she patched them up as best she could, grunting slightly as she made to get up and instead slipped, hitting her elbow on the floor. She winced and propped herself up again before getting to her feet, rubbing her elbow as she telekinetically replaced the floor panel. If she hadn't been mute, she would've cursed a blue streak through the air.

She moved the toolbox with her foot as she shuffled over to the side, prying a touch pad off of the wall next to the doorway to the cockpit. The insides sparked a few times, which made her frown underneath her helmet. Gazing at the insides and running through a mental checklist of the tools available to her, she realized that a lot of this repair work would have to be winged.

In one of the far corners of her mind she sensed another being outside the ship, and she casually analyzed it to see what sort of animal it was. It was a human, apparently. Picking a levitating pair of pliers out of the air, she sent a telepathic message while setting about working on the touchpad.

~If you intend to take a joyride, you'll be sorely disappointed. This ship won't fly right now.~

This came off as way too confrontational to her, and she fought with herself as to whether or not she should apologize. She was going to be stuck on this planet for a while, after all; making enemies with the locals wasn't a good idea.

~...the general power isn't cut yet, so be wary of any stray wires or broken power supplies.~

There, a general warning. That was just about as good as an apology, right?

[kevin]

Kevin continued to marvel at the weird contraption, inching closer to it every second to get a better look. The closer he looked, the more he was sure it was a space ship. It looked pretty banged up and damaged though, possibly from a crash landing. But that would mean an alien would be somewhere in the general vicinity. He wondered if they were friendly, what they looked like, what planet they were from. Random thoughts such as those cluttered his mind as he approached the whatever it was, curiousity taking over his rational thought.

His train of thought was interrupted by a voice sounding through his head. He stopped dead in his tracks and looked around, wondering who had said something. Not seeing anyway, he kind of got confused. But atleast his ideas had been confirmed. "So it is a space ship!" He stated aloud, a grin of accomplishment on his face. But one more question still lingered, who said that? And just why did she sound kind of mean and pushy? He had to think of this from her perspective though, if someone was snooping around his damaged ship he probably wouldn't be too kind either. He wondered if the source of the voice could hear his thoughts, or should he just talk normally to communicate with her.

He heard the voice again, this time in a warning. She didn't seem so mean this time, maybe she didn't mean to sound as harsh as she did before. "Right... Thanks for the heads-up." He said rubbing the back of his head, figuring she was on the ship since he didn't see her anywhere outside. "You're fixing you're damaged ship right? Need any help?" He asked, a genuine need to help in any way he could arising in his being.

[ildon]

The inner workings of the touch pad sparked again, but Ildon was quick to withdraw her hand. Finished with the few repairs needed, she dropped the pliers into the toolbox and dusted off her hands. She kicked the toolbox into the main cockpit area with the side of her foot and followed it, removing some paneling underneath where the main controls would be on a regular ship. Inside were circuit-boards of varying sizes, along with a small lcd screen situated in the middle of them. The screen was currently blank, but even if it was on, she wouldn't have been able to see anything - she could have asked the ship's computer for a readout, but the damage to the other parts of the ship were extensive, and inquiries to the computer had yielded nothing.

She vaguely heard the person talking outside the ship, but she caught every other word or so. The only one she really needed to hear was 'help', and she debated about whether or not she should accept the offer. She needed another pair of eyes to get this ship back in working order, but everything she'd heard of humans made her wary - normal humans were greedy enough as it is, and if this was one of their "villains"?

The option of reaching out won out in the end, and she begrudgingly sent a response back.

~Come aboard, then. Another pair of hands wouldn't hurt, especially if you're decent with computers.~

With a telepathic control, she restored localized power to the navigation computer. The front of her metallic helmet was bathed in a blue glow as the lcd screen flickered to life, already beginning to show a readout in binary. With another command the text on the screen changed from binary to English, and Ildon sat back in one of the chairs nearby. At least the basic systems are still functioning, she thought to herself with a sigh as she sunk back into the chair. I really, really hope someone messed with my ship. Because I'll be able to take out all this frustration on them when I get back.

[kevin]

Kevin continued to marvel at the sight of an actual spaceship standing directly before him as he waited for a response from the woman who was apparently inside. Of all the things he had seen in his years, this was the first alien ship he had ever encountered, and he wasn't quite sure he knew how to handle it. He was excited more than afraid or worried, she didn't seem to violent or bent on world domination. Or maybe it was just because her ship wasn't in working order and if she were to attack she'd have no way to flee if things turned out bad. Maybe he was just overthinking things again, which most likely he was, but he couldn't help it. What was one supposed to think about when coming upon something like this?

"I'm pretty good with computers." He responded, looking around trying to find the entrance. He finally spotted it near the cockpit and stepped aboard slowly, being wary of any loose wires or anything of the sort. "Where are ya?" He asked taking cautious steps through the interior, trying to find where he could best be used to help out.