In geosynchronous orbit above Collace

Sitting in a small office with a nice view of the Highport docks, Travis McGee was filling out e-forms and paperwork for a few of last weeks J-Drive inspections when he noticed a Vargar in a CMM uniform working on the M-Drive of a ship's launch named Chenonceau.  McGee's handcomp showed that the smallcraft was the subordinate lifeboat of the Loire Valley a 400dton trader listed as docked at the Downport.

Travis watches the Vargar for a moment, then steps out of the office and walks up to the boat to address the Vargar. "Problems with the boat?" he asks.

Kae spotted the human and nodded, "Yes, the yard gouged us for the crap repairs they did for this lifeboat.  It's not much, but it needs to be spaceworthy.  I got it here from the downport, but it needs a bit more, how do you say, tender-loving-care.  The mdrive needs the most work I think.  She handles like a Aslani ship." . The Vargar wore the coveralls of a 4th Officer in the CMM.  Underneath that, she wore a pressure suit, which suggested she didn't trust the lifesupport of this craft, or perhaps, she wore it all the time, which meant she didn't trust the life support of any craft.

"Well, I've got a little time" Travis replies, looking at the boat. "I'm more a J drive than an M drive guy, but I'm almost done with my paperwork so I got a few minutes and I'm always looking for real work."

"Great, thanks for the help," she said with a nod of her snout.  "What ship are you with?" she asked, as they started to pull panels open on the small craft to start work.
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03:00 Collace Highport

Travis and Kaelra worked into the late hours, fueled by a Chinese food delivery, to get the Chenonceau fully operational.  The small craft was still a mess inside of left over parts boxes, storage containers, and even several small 1d ton cargo cubes, but in an emergency, those could be vented into space relatively quickly.  What counted was the power plant, m-drive, and avionics, and those were now working within acceptable parameters.

When Travis indicated that he wasn't currently a ship's crewmember, Suedzuk flagged that for Aelasaid, who passed that info to Cortez.  A few hours of midnight negations with Director of HR (who was not happy with Cortez about being awoken over the staffing of a single ship), has resulted in a horse trade of sorts - Rafael would transfer to the Highport and handle CMM drive inspections for a few days and Travis McGee would transfer to the Loire Valley as her new Chief Engineer.  Official orders would follow in a week or so but for now, the temporary duty assignment had been blessed in the interest of getting the LV to Tarsus on time and with her needed crew.
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Teddy took care of the crew and passengers as best he could with what he had. He got good ingredients and plenty of meat, seafood, and fresh fruit and vegetables.

Kaelra got the rarest steak ever the first night, tender and juicy! He did his best work in a while that night, satisfying all! After the meal he offered cigars and brandy to the high passengers.

Travis was happy to be on a ship once again. Inspector want a title he had ever wanted. When he came aboard he was wearing coveralls and carrying a kitbag that was not large enough to contain more than his issue kit.

Having received his belongings, Duncan stored them in his state-room. Most important was his aquarium which he set-up and tended to.

He then went to the cargo bay to do his daily exercises. A couple of laps around the cargo bay and then the dreaded push-ups and sit-ups, which he duty-full finished despite the pain. Doctors orders and all that.

After a shower he went to the crew-galley, taking his medicine and the brand-new box of Space Wreck with him. Settling down at the table, he self-administered the hypo-spray, wincing somewhat as his body reacted.

He ate ravenously of the meal prepared by the chef. "That was very good mr. McStubbin", he complimented the steward afterwards and added with a (somewhat wry) grin, "Maybe we should have read those books a bit better".

After the meal was done, and the table cleared, the doctor took to unboxing the box of Space Wreck he had carried with him. Carefully sorting the bits and pieces, he took the time to assembling the various components and figurines. Finally he leaned backwards and started reading the thick manual, which had a holographic picture of a group of mutated Droyne ambushing a party of highly armoured Aslan Warriors on an abandoned space vessel.

"The trick is not over cooking the bacon!"