P [Fallen Shrine] Armory and Computers Meeting On The Rust Bucket

Empty Void - Medusa Subsector
Fallen Shrine Galley

Sophia grumbled as she pulled out a pallet from the pantry attached to the galley. She wasn't feeling up for another round of ration packets, so she was going to try her hand at cooking. Which she was sure to cause scorn and hate from the rest of the crew, but hey, she was awake, she had her coffee even! So they could suck up her trying to have something more than rations. And she wasn't going for anything fancy either! A simple stew really. So the pallet had some beef stock, a slab of hamburger, some greens and a few roots. Picking up the knife out of the knife caddy, she got started cutting up the meat and greens/roots while the stock was turned into a broth and the meat defrosted enough for her to actually cut it up into chunks. Which of course meant that folks outside the galley were going to get a nice smell of beef warming up.

The Display in the corner of the galley, was set to one of the movies they had in the ship's database. Something about some grown human living amongst a bunch of tiny sykian's then being sent to a major urban center filled with humans who didn't believe half his talk of his life. It was kind of a stupid funny film, but she was mostly letting it play for hte background noise.

Lysandra stretched her arms above her head as she strolled into the galley, her snowy tails flicking with her frayed nerves. "That damn deer, already stole a pair of my good panties. Little fucker is gonna catch a wrench next time.." She internally grumbled. Her red slitted eyes gazing over the galley with somewhat of a predators glance, she was after all a Kitsune and there were some things even a scrapyard couldn't change about a person. She just so happened to catch a pair of blonde ears poking from behind a set of cookware, "Another Kitsune? No..maybe a wolf or wouldn't it be my luck and be a raiju.." She chucked at that thought and made her way a little deeper into the galley. When she saw Sophia for the first time she couldn't help but burst out in a complete vulpine laugh.

"So they have a kit in here doing skullery work? That's a crying shame." She wiped a single tear from her eye as she leaned forward on the counter across from Soap which caused her not inconsiderable cleavage to squish against her arms as she surveyed the younger Kitsune with mischievous curiosity.

Not a moment later, and Cate stumbled in, glaring at Soap. "Could'ya turn off that mid-tier Saint's Day movie? I can't even remember the name of it, but it's loud as fu-" Wait. Wait. The new crew member was laughing hysterically. Cate gave the kitsune a blank stare, until she started speaking. Cate's eyes widened, and she tried to back away. This... was not a situation she wanted to be... DAMN IT FERROL! The white haired Aasimar gasped and stumbled forward as her lecherous robot leapt forward. "FERROL, SHE'S A NEW CREW MEM-"

Ferrol's goal? That new set of round orbs that presented itself in front of him.

Soap looked up from being nearly done chopping the additions for the stew as someone called her a kit. Ah, right, the new crew member Olyv brought on board. "Cute, but I'm a grown woman and actually your boss. I just wasn't feeling ration packs for breakfast." She stated deadpan, sighing as she put the knife down. She wasn't going to stab the new person on the first day out. Nope. Bad for morale and reputation. She was a good girl. Sometimes. Okay, on the rare occasion. Mostly she was a pissed off bitch dealing with stupid, but that was besides the point. Then she watched the little boob gremlin bot make the jump from Cate's shoulder to the fox woman in front of her. And just smirked, not bothering to give her warning. "As for the movie, I was just putting on background noise while I tried cooking."

"Oh really now? Your the captain? Huh, nobody told me you were a younger KitsuNE-" Lysandra wasn't able to finish her sentence as a hexopodal THING found its way onto her breasts. She squealed and grabbed the little shit hurling it across the galley with surprising speed and power before she grabbed a wrench from her back pocket, a damn big one too her face flushed with embarrassment. "You little goblin! Prepare to meet your end!"

"WAITWAITWAIT!" Cate placed herself in front of the kitsune. hands in front of her. "He's a little shit, but not THAT much of a shit!" Cate tried desperately to think of a way to defuse this situation, before trying her best at a smile- it looked kinda pained and forced. "S-sorry about that, really! M'name's Cate. And, uh, the shit there is gonna get grounded- SHUT UP FERROL!- as soon as I get my hands on him." The shit in question grumbled at the Aasimar's interrupted, before skittering down a vent- Cate had a feeling she would find him in her dorm again. …Either that, or in the twins' dorm.

"N-now, if you want, I can try actually cooking- what Soap has doesn't count- and we can try to start this over? I know how to make biscuits and gravy- I had found an old recipe and I got some ingredients from our last stop, and.. well.. now might be as good a time as any to make it?" She was surprised her father even kept a cookbook on him. But you know, she took what she could get. "B-but yeah, I'm the ship te- OH FOR THE GODS' SAKE!' Cate couldn't stand that STUPID movie. She flung one of her magitek lashes at it, and the brightly colored magic thread flashed a deep purple, causing the television to become static.. Flicking her hand back, Cate muttered to herself, dispelling the cord of energy, and crossing her arms under her chest. "Anyways. I'm the ship technician. When I'm NOT going insane with background noise."

"I'm not a Kitsune. I'm a Fox Genemod." Soap replied to Lysandra, sighing as she watched the whole thing happen. As it was, she'd picked up the knife again, finished the chopping and began to scrap off the cutting board into the pot. And started working on peeling the meat out of it's package. "Also, Ferrol's a little bloody boob gremlin. Leaves me alone because I'm clearly not his kind of busty." Soap said, beginning to chop up hte meat. "And if you want to complain about my cooking, you could have gotten into here before me and beat me to the cooking." Sophia gloated, grinning.

Lysandra covered her breasts with both arms, still clutching the wrench as she gave Cate one hell of a glare. "Keep that thing on a leash! Had you not stopped me I would have turned that little fuck into my next salvage payday." She reached a hand behind her head and brushed down her hackles. "Anyway..I'm Lysandra, the new armory gal. Came from a scrapers colony, I know my way around ships, guns, and ammo, so if you need something I'm your girl." Lys came into the kitchen and started sniffing the meat Soap was using. "Is that..actual beef?" Her eyes practically shined while she watched over Soap's shoulders not bothering to watch where she lay her mammaries, which were practically cradling Sophia's head.

Cate glared at Soap. "Listen here, Soap. Unless you wanna deal with that oven of yours heating in KEVLIN instead of Celsius, be GLAD that I spent last night trying to get the stupid ethertek connection to the kitchen's inventory." Muttering to herself, Cate shook her head as she marched to the kitchen. "Anyways, did you leave at least SOME beef? The recipe I'm using has some beef required for it."

"The stove and oven worked just fine yesterday. What the hell needed you to fix it?!" Soap growled. "And I was gonna use this whole 3 pound log for hte stew. If you want to use more, you can grab some out of the fridge section of the pantry." She said, gesturing to the pantry in question with her knife in hand. Then she had a pair of much larger fox tiddy put upon her head. "Yes, it's real beef. Stores with flavor far better and longer than synthetic. Or rather, NDC is adverse to using synthetic when possible, because they are very tired of synthfoods. Now, get those damned melons off my fucking head before I elbow you." Soap grumbled.

Lysandra eyed Cate for a moment trying to wrap her head around the units of measurement. "That's just mean. Celsius is already a bastardized measurement, Kelvin is just cruel." She raised a frosted eyebrow and looked down at Soap causing a cascade of snowy hair to fall about the smaller woman's face. "Oh, don't care for being cradled like this? Sorry." She amended before pulling back and turning which caused her tails to brush against Soap's own before Lysandra found the refrigerator and peeked inside for something tasty.

Cate rolled her eyes at Soap. "Yeah, because I was smart enough to jury rig an impromptu heat exchanger before all that! Lemme tell you, I had to bug the twins for the right material, and even then, it wasn't a perfect conversion! Now, you can actually cook your meals at 135 Celsius instead of 118 point whatever-else-I-need-to-say." Thankfully, Cate didn't notice the scene Lysandra caused when she turned her back to rummage about the pantry for some beef. Though she was heard snapping at Lysandra's comment: "CEASE YOUR HERESY! Water boils at 100, and freezes at zero. I dunno what system you're using, but-" The Aasimar suddenly yelped as she turned around and saw the kitsune right behind her. "Goddess above, warn a lady, won't you!"

Taking a moment to pat down her long hair, Cate grumbled at the other white haired denizen, before pulling out the bacon, flour, eggs, and other ingredients.

Soap couldn't help but snigger at listening to Cate's reaction to what Lysandra was doing back there. She herself was just a little focused on finishing up cutting up the log of hamburger into actually chewable chunks that she then scrapped off the block and into the pot of beef stew she was making. "As it is Cate, if you're gonna make a actual breakfast meal, I'll just say that this stew I'm making is for lunch then. Tastes better if it cooks longer anyways. Best stews we got were field days and we started them just before the training session started. So when we finished, we had some of the best ration stew possible." She said, nodding firmly. She knew this much from experience. Hey, she was getting actual ingredients to make the stew with instead of just whatever ration packs they had been issues and had on hand.

Lysandra just looked at Cate with a raised eyebrow. "You could do with a lesson in situational awareness." She shook her head and started rummaging through the fridge again before coming out with a can of soda. "This anybodies? I don't wanna grab it if someone has plans to drink it." She showed the can off a moment before coming over to sit it down on the counter across from Soap. "Sounds like your making womp rat soup." She said as she eyeballed what Soap was concocting.

Cate just raised an eyebrow towards Soap. "Riiight. Soup made from rations can taste good." As the woman shuffled out of the pantry with goods in hands, she shot a comment to Lysandra: "You wanna drink soda with breakfast? Weird, but you know, you do you. …Though, what's 'womp rat stew?' …In fact, what's a womp rat?" Cate was actually.. perturbed. She practically poured through all the encyclopedias of known Fauna, and she had no idea what a womp rat was. "Okay, I have premade biscuits... And I guess the bacon goes in first, 'cause the stuff from it is needed for the gravy.." The aasimar shuffled around as she tried to sort the stuff to the appropriate groups.

"When your choice is either marginally flavored ration stew or flavorless synthgruel, I'll take ration stew." Soap pointed out. And Soap wasn't making womp rat stew! There was lettuce, peas, carrots, potatoes and a hamburger. It was a proper stew! "As for the soda's, unless it's marked, it is technically open for everyone. Just don't go crazy on all of it. It's gotta last the three month trip to UNS space."

Lysandra looked at Cate like she had grown a second head. "You don't know what a womp rat is? Its this little rodent about, so tall and got a mean looking sniffer on it bout half the length of its skull. Fast little fuckers but they are good eating if you know how to cook them." She gestured to it being about five inches tall. "And their about ten inches long tip to tail." She shrugged and cracked the can taking a long sip. "Cap's soup can't be worse than that."

Cate gave an incredulous look towards Lysandra, before shrugging. "Well, at least they're not on the ship." At that, Cate gave a slight shudder. "Anyways..." The smell of bacon sizzling and biscuits cooking soon filled the air. As Cate waited, she turned to face Soap. "So, what's this trip back to UNS about, again?"

Soap shrugged and stirred hte stew some more. "Partially to get you more ethertek stuff since you had mentioned the other day being low on it, and to help improve our rep and options in the UNS. We've been doing a lot of NDC jobs, and are pretty solidly known and sought out there, but UNS? Not so much. So we'll probably spend while there, doing jobs as they come. Oh, speaking of, how'd your crash course on Q-Tech go while we were in the NDC? Any better with it or is it still liable to blow out on us from your experiments?" Soap asked, grinning at Cate.

Lysandra just shipped on her can of soda and found a place to sit with one leg crossed over the other. Q-tech while not unknown to her was outside her scope of knowledge so she preferred not to speak on that which she knew little about. Though in her head she was putting the ship through some mental upgrades. She'd wanna take a look at those engines when they'd had a chance to spool down and cool, something about the ship screamed fixer-up-er.