The Deck, Sunday Morning

[midichlorianfail]

Given how the swoop had become A Project, Theron figured it was in his interest to go back to basics and reacquaint himself with some mechanical fundamentals. To that effect he'd 'borrowed' a small broken engine from work and was stripping it down to see if he could get it running again.

Of course, he hadn't realised how basic he was going back to until he's started taking it apart, this thing was so primitive.

As he worked, his breathing settled into a familiar, meditative pattern.

[Open!]

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[midichlorianfail]

But only because Theron had brought it up. Conversation!

"But not well enough for this 'Star Fleet'?" Theron guessed.

[likesthebeatsandshouting]

"That is what they said," she replied with a deeply annoyed shrug.

[midichlorianfail]

"They must be pretty picky then. You seem fine to me."

Theron, you were raised by wolves.

Well, an eccentric, old Jedi Master, same diff.

[likesthebeatsandshouting]

She was... raised by herself after her family was murdered by crazy, life-suckin, space bandits.

So, sort of the same thing?

"I like you," she decided with a firm nod.