Date: 2012-03-22 07:06 pm (UTC)
argentembers: (Smug)
From: [personal profile] argentembers
"I believe you'll find the microfiber minimally offensive. It's so lightweight, you'll hardly know it's there, particularly if we can get that online and replicate you something in your size." He brought her the clothing and offered it down, crouching to show her how to remove the access panel. He set it aside, because he also wanted to see if anything could be done about it from where they were.

"This is the normal light level. Our sun is a red dwarf. We're more adapted to this than the brightness of a yellow star as there seemed to be on Atia." He bent in closer to check all of the connections. By all indications power was flowing normally. Whatever was wrong was likely at an external level with the main computer, not within the hardware of the replicator itself.

The sound of the ship abruptly changed to something less labored, a deeper, humming purr. He felt the deck plate beneath his feet stop its troublesome, overworked vibrations. "Computer, status report," he said. There was no reply. He attempted to raise it manually from his wrist comm with no better luck. His small frown was a puzzled one.

Standing quickly, he moved to don his armor, something that took very little time. "Let's go to the bridge. I want to know what just happened."
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