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( Audio picks up the sound of industrial construction, either things familiar in woodshop, car garages, or anywhere of a similar sort. When the feed goes live, Collette is framed to one side, looking forward and away from the camera. She's clearly resting on her arms, and given the angle of the ground on the screen, she's probably lying on her stomach in order to do this. She glances over her shoulder, eyes going to something behind the tablet being used for recording, then smiles as her eyes drop down to the tablet itself. For all intents and purposes, the camera is positioned to make the viewing audience seem like they're side by side with Collette, wherever it is she is, keeping a low profile in this industrialized looking area. Concrete floor that she's resting on, packing boxes ahead of her, bundles of cables and chains glimpsed somewhere past her head. )

Guys! ( She keeps her voice low, not a whisper (they carry further, and can't be heard about the ambient noise), but low to avoid excessive attention. ) Anyone else catch where they dragged the ship off to with that giant crane after the crash? I wondered about that. But I've got news!

( She makes a waving motion at the camera, and it shifts, jarringly, to leave Collette off screen and show something covered in plastic and wiring and cables, a few Initiative workers using welding guns, others wheeling parts away or calling out shouts of questions over the sounds of construction. )

They say the spaceship's salvageable!

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Kara! You know space! You better get your butt on down here!

Be easier if we had the Chief here, but I'll manage.

[And this is Starbuck making for the door now.]

Gods know I could fly it better than the losers who wrecked it.

Hey, hey! I was on that thing when the bomb went off! Gamora and Nate kept it from really causing major damage.

( Though she doesn't sound offended, she does sound serious -- for Collette -- when she states the last factoid. )

Tell you what. I'll help fix it and give some flying lessons. I'm the best flight instructor the fleet has.

Still, good thing it wasn't worse than it was. It could have been.

[She's a snot. So very sorry, Colette.]

Yeah, could have, would have, should have, but it's over either way! Haha, they're going to need someone to train pilots. I think you'd be a lot better at it than Gamora! Anyway, do you know where the sub-basement warehouses are?

Not exactly. Directions?

[She's still new-ish. She knows where the bars are. >_>]

( Collette texts her the directions, grinning. )

Follow those, no way you can miss the top building! Then come on down, you should be able to figure out the best way.

Be right there.

[And true to her word, in about 20 minutes, she comes striding in with an air of purpose, wearing her BDUs and hands on her hips.]

Let's get to work.

( A golden retriever barks and dances up to her, ears perked and clearly interested in what she's doing. Then it speaks with its mind. )

< All right! Where to first? >

[Kara blinks and stares at the dog.]

I'm hearing things...

< Not things, just Collette! You're supposed to be hearing this. I'm using Thought Speak to talk with you! Trying to speak dog usually doesn't work out so well. >

( The last carries the feeling of a tease. Collette comes to a stop, head canting to the right as she regards Kara through her minor, unhelpful clarification. )

< Hello! >

Collette?

...I'll be damned.

< Hopefully not, I hear Hell's hot this time of year! >

( She laughs, bounding around in a circle. )

< So, whattaya say? Ready to tackle a burnt out spaceship? >

Yeah. Let's... get to work.

[Starbuck is still not all that sure about Colette being a mindtalking dog, but there's only so much she can process at a time, so this one is getting shelved until she's got more liquor in her system.]

Lemme look at the navigation system.

( Collette walks them around to the ramp leading inside the ship, brushing by Initiative workers who eye them both, frown at the dog, then get on with what they're doing anyway. She heads straight for the bridge. It's not hard; she'd spent a lot of time there with Caesar and Gamora and Nate and Steph and Ellie and the rest, coming back from the UE when they'd been negotiating for terms of a handover.

The system's consoles were partly functional, a few cracked monitors making some interfaces hard to read, but past that, they weren't looking too horrible. Collette pauses by one, leaping up to rest her paws on the lower panels. )

< This is the main part of navigation, I think? Or the way we got into the system, and all the star charts and models for re-entry and flightpaths and stuff like that. It was mostly working still when Gamora and Nate were having to control the crash landing. I'm not sure about now! >

These will need fixed...

[Kara's talking about the cracked monitors, obviously. She leans over the consoles, looking over the controls and checking the readouts on the screens as she makes some minor adjustments.]

Looks like one of the relays is out. That could be a problem.

[A few more checks and then Kara pops out a panel at the bottom of the console, laying on her back to look up into it with a flashlight pulled out of her pocket. Mildly cursing that the Chief isn't here because he's so much better at this.]

( Collette sits down closeby, watching and listening to Kara work. )

< What does the relay relay? >

( Kirk mentioned something similar, but he'd also been focusing on a different part of the system. Navigation was important; very important. So was the rest, she figures. )

The one that's out relays the vertical axis orientation. Ship's parked so that monitor should show that. Got nothing.

( She nods like she knows what that means. It's comical enough coming from a golden retriever. )

< Think you ccan make it work right? >

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