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Takeyu groaned. "Might be more, but that also means more chances of something breaking and needing repairs, had that problem on the Eucharis many times...."
"Although not as maneuverable," remarked Takeyu. "In a tense battle we won't be able to avoid getting hit, we'll just have to hope her armour and shields are up to the task of protecting not only herself but also the crew."
"Less maneuverable, yes" Nenene agreed, "But with much stronger shields and thicker armor and heavier guns to deal with the enemy" she replied and smiled.
"Suppose its an even trade off... provided we don't run into anyone with bigger guns, better armor, and better shielding than us....." Takeyu said with a smile on his face. "There is always a bigger fish out there..."
Rafe arranged his gear for the upcoming traverse through space, and as was his tendency he ensure his uniforms were in pristine condition and properly set up in the event of a command inspection. After ensuring the majority of his loose gear was in lockers or otherwise secured he picked up his standard issue pistol and took it apart for a thorough cleaning.
"Can never be too safe", he mused as he carefully inspected each part for anything that could cause a malfunction. Even though his quarters were not large he had managed to find enough flat surface to set each part out in turn for cleaning.
Having been onboard for some time he found that there wasn't a large call for an Investigator, but in his mind that was a good thing because it meant there was less crime happening onboard. Which made his job relatively easy except it meant more time on the ground with the proper infantry.
"Always is" Nenene agreed. She clasped her hands behind her back. The intelligence officer turned exec was not much for small talk sometimes, spending long days reading over intelligence briefs or scrutenizing intercepted communications alone in a cubicle did not help with social skills much.
"Is there anything you wished to know about me since I am now you're executive officer?" She inquired. She had already read his official service jacket and his file with SAINT and thought she had a good read on his personality and knew his history for sure.