Sood Zadra UX-3 III
ISS Sobek
Galley
Quickly noting the performance quirks of Ellen's Starybryte-L alongside a reminder to lookup its dimensions after the meeting, Dom nodded in response. He'd have to make sure that his team took the off-centred mass into account when they secured the shuttle. It shouldn't be a problem, but the last thing anyone wanted was to deal with a rogue shuttle crashing around the cargo bay if they got the restraints wrong.
The cargomaster added the information on Mileena's Sky Fox to his notes before pausing in shock. That was not what he had expected. Especially from a young woman who was probably only half his age. Maybe she was teasing him and, after the slip of his tongue, that would indeed be deserved. On the other hand, the fox anthro might just be innocent enough not to know that she shouldn't just go giving out information like that to a virtual stranger. Dom decided to keep an eye on the cyborg, just in case his second assumption was right and someone tried to take advantage of the young woman.
His attention was quickly drawn to the Captain as she summoned him over and explained the situation. The human hummed to himself as he considered the various options Dom could think of off the top of his head. Given the Sobek was still docked on Sood Zadra, they should be able to acquire anything extra they would need before departing. If there was already a timetable to follow though, it might be best to implement a quick solution and use the travel time to put their heads together and design a more permanent solution.
"Hmm, might be easier to hit a scrapyard, grab an old escape pod or somesuch, bring it back and weld it to the deck. Fill it with water, add a pump for air, another for the water, a storage tank and some filters. Would only take a few hours to source and throw together, would be my guess." Dom shrugged. "I'm no engineer, mind you, but it should work. Then we could use the downtime during the cargo run to plan out a more suitable and permanent solution." He snorted. "As a lifelong spacer, I am somewhat allergic to the idea of randomly cutting holes in the ship."
ISS Sobek
Galley
Quickly noting the performance quirks of Ellen's Starybryte-L alongside a reminder to lookup its dimensions after the meeting, Dom nodded in response. He'd have to make sure that his team took the off-centred mass into account when they secured the shuttle. It shouldn't be a problem, but the last thing anyone wanted was to deal with a rogue shuttle crashing around the cargo bay if they got the restraints wrong.
The cargomaster added the information on Mileena's Sky Fox to his notes before pausing in shock. That was not what he had expected. Especially from a young woman who was probably only half his age. Maybe she was teasing him and, after the slip of his tongue, that would indeed be deserved. On the other hand, the fox anthro might just be innocent enough not to know that she shouldn't just go giving out information like that to a virtual stranger. Dom decided to keep an eye on the cyborg, just in case his second assumption was right and someone tried to take advantage of the young woman.
His attention was quickly drawn to the Captain as she summoned him over and explained the situation. The human hummed to himself as he considered the various options Dom could think of off the top of his head. Given the Sobek was still docked on Sood Zadra, they should be able to acquire anything extra they would need before departing. If there was already a timetable to follow though, it might be best to implement a quick solution and use the travel time to put their heads together and design a more permanent solution.
"Hmm, might be easier to hit a scrapyard, grab an old escape pod or somesuch, bring it back and weld it to the deck. Fill it with water, add a pump for air, another for the water, a storage tank and some filters. Would only take a few hours to source and throw together, would be my guess." Dom shrugged. "I'm no engineer, mind you, but it should work. Then we could use the downtime during the cargo run to plan out a more suitable and permanent solution." He snorted. "As a lifelong spacer, I am somewhat allergic to the idea of randomly cutting holes in the ship."