Concordia Veil - Captain's Cabin - Several hours later, local time 6 hours 26 minutes of 8 hour day cycle
Every light in Cabin 1 was off and the door closed, the only illumination coming from the glow of a PHC's holographic display, the device itself laid flat on the desk against the wall. Sienna sat there alone in the darkness, slumped forward in her chair, her forehead resting in her palm. The near-empty mug of now-cold coffee sat across the desk from her, at the end of arm's reach. With her free hand she was searching through the spotty directories and databases she could find on the Black Moon's patched-together networks.
Even though Oreza had helped nurse her back to some semblance of normalcy, she was tired, dejected, and her face showed it. She wasn't sure if it was a symptom of withdrawal from the qualen, or just the fact that she was physically and mentally exhausted from their disastrous first mission, but either way, she wanted to shut the world out and pretend no one else existed but her and her damaged ship. Almost an hour of scouring the Moon's networks hadn't yielded a reputable-looking lead on where to go to acquire parts to repair the destroyed gun turret; thankfully it wasn't a more critical system that needed work, but she had already made a mental checklist of more than one thing on the ship that needed tweaking and calibration, none of which she felt she could afford to do without stretching her meager finances too thin. She gritted her teeth and envisioned Vel's face in front of her, right before she caved it in with a crowbar; if it hadn't been for him, she wouldn't have wasted so much of her time, money, and energy on a fruitless endeavour.
Finally, with a sharp inhale through her nose, she sat up and brushed aside the latest jumbled list she had called up, and reached across the desk for her coffee mug. She held it to her nose for a minute, and looked inside as if she half expected to find something inside other than the cold, bitter liquid within, then changed her mind and set it down without taking even a sip. She leaned back in her seat and smooshed her palms against her face with a long, exasperated sigh, and shook her head. Given how well their last stint here on this moon had gone, she would be a fool to leave the ship, or even trust any of the local vendors to sell her a decent part. Maybe later she would go outside and strip the turret down herself, have a look at what bits of it could be salvaged, but for now, she would just have to be one shipboard weapon short. Even if she could afford to get some cheap repairs here, she didn't trust this place enough to rely on its workmanship.
They were far from broke yet, but another dry run like the one they just had would run the risk of grounding them, and she would rather shave her head with a piece of glass than strand herself in a place like this. Her best option at this point would be to find work that would take them off-world, with no reason to return. Clearing her throat, she scooted forward again and started a new query on the PHC, blinking a few times to try to get her eyelids to stop twitching.
