crux_fleet | For Science

Despite ending up in some bizarre place that wasn't home, again, and running into someone that not even ten minutes before waking up in this place had been trying to kill him. Sam was doing pretty well, likely in part that after twitching out in a corner over seeing a younger version of a face that helped raised him on someone that was trying to kill him, he realized the murdering was not going to happen. For now at least.

This meant poking about the place. More specifically finding used or about to be thrown out electronics and other gadgets he could take apart and figure out. Mostly because he tuned out everything regarding becoming a student here and thus part of what exactly he would gain from such.

This little adventure proved a bit more profitable then he had originally thought, since he hadn't had to barter manual labor to get things. Now how to get it back to his little living space and where to start first was the question. Considering he was going to draw more looks if he kept wandering around carrying battered items.

((OOC: Action tags or prose is more then welcomed brosefs. Also placeholder but I work split shift today so I may not be able to get to tags until late tonight or tomorrow depending on how long I have to spend cleaning my kitchen after this parent dinner.))

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Jaina shakes her head, "Wouldn't dream of it. I've piloted junk before." Her eyebrows stay raised, "Though, I have to admit, a little curious about what you're going to try and accomplish with that." Jaina eyes the metal more critically, "...hopefully not a house."

"I don't think they'd let me have a building permit just yet."

The possibility is still there if he really needs a place to hide from certain people.

"I'm mostly just going to study it, see just how far much of a difference several centuries actually caused in how computer code functions and such. Maybe build things when bored once I know nothing is going to melt my face off if I'm not careful. Hobby stuff probably."

"You never know, they're handing out military enlistments like they're stims. I imagine a building permit isn't that radical in comparison."

Her interest visibly perks up at that, "You're a tech?"

"Well of course they hand those out like confetti they want warm bodies to throw out into danger."

Because hey if we all get ourselves killed by helping the fleet that's less of them they have to worry about.

"Sorta, never really became official in any capacity."

"Normally I'd agree, but it's a little strange they want to send us through training first," she smirks full of black humor, "Their fighter ships must be expensive."

Jaina nods, "I've done some hobby work myself. Mostly mechanics. The majority of their tech is unfamiliar to me, but maybe you'll have better luck."

"The insurance alone is likely a nightmare to behold with them just sitting parked in a hangar. Could you imagine the rate increase if they let untrained grunts fly anything."

The kinship is there and waiting.

"The coding seems straightforward, but you're right about the actual tech. They could hand me a toaster or a bomb and I likely wouldn't be able to tell you right away which was which if I can't cheat. Just means we get to have fun when we do break things apart."

She raises an eyebrow at that, "I'm sure there's a rate of diminishing returns contract somewhere in all the...bureaucratic-ese. Back home, they made us fill out literal datapads of release forms before piloting, and I'm relatively sure we were all from the same universe," she pauses, considering, "Relatively."

Jaina smiles at that. "I have no idea what a toaster is, but I get what you're saying. Though, I'll admit, I'm definitely a smash first, ask questions later kind of girl." Jaina re-evalutes the portable garbage heap, "So you're starting from the ground-up on figuring out the tech. Couldn't find a nice console lying around?"

"That or they don't tell you that you have to be a feet on the ground sort of grunt for five years first or such. It's also wonderful to hear no matter what paperwork is still the greatest evil we have yet to conquer no matter the time or universe."

The smile he has grows a bit as well.

"Smashing has many wonderful uses as well. Consoles are the easy way though, it's more of a challenge to just see how much you can learn on your own."

She smirks, "Not me. Straight-lined to the cockpit," Jaina rolls her eyes good-naturedly at that, "You can save the galaxy, but you can't escape filing things in triplicate."

"So you're deliberately making this complicated?"

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