To Reconnect
[Ever since she'd taken her seat, Layer hadn't moved from her station. It was easy to monitor and work her magic over the comm lines, but the difficulty hump came in the form of navigation: Alia was right... they had the right idea, but the spotters needed a little more time yet. Can't stop, have to the weight for a while longer. She could stop to think, worry, panic later... perhaps this was unhealthy.
Sticking to your station for three solid days and nights made for significant progress. Zero wanted three, maybe four channels? He got five. More if requested at a later date. She'd just finished testing it with appropriate friendlies on base that happened to just be passing by her station, confirming an airtight security before she was ready to pass out those codes. Three levels of security were more than enough... let's see everyone and their dog listening in now! Mwahaha- .. 'hem.
She felt awfully proud of herself (just a little), rolling her shoulders a little and canting her head this way and that as a small alert blipped into her vision that she really, really ought to get up and move around a little before she sits around so long she rusts into place. Just for a minute. Deciding to finally listen to that little voice, she smoothly rose from her chair, stretching her arms and legs while sending a few little pings in request to pay a visit. A fourth level of security - word of mouth. ...Ah, looks like someone was a little lost. ...Again. This guy needed a GPS or something. Back in the seat, back to work.]
Sticking to your station for three solid days and nights made for significant progress. Zero wanted three, maybe four channels? He got five. More if requested at a later date. She'd just finished testing it with appropriate friendlies on base that happened to just be passing by her station, confirming an airtight security before she was ready to pass out those codes. Three levels of security were more than enough... let's see everyone and their dog listening in now! Mwahaha- .. 'hem.
She felt awfully proud of herself (just a little), rolling her shoulders a little and canting her head this way and that as a small alert blipped into her vision that she really, really ought to get up and move around a little before she sits around so long she rusts into place. Just for a minute. Deciding to finally listen to that little voice, she smoothly rose from her chair, stretching her arms and legs while sending a few little pings in request to pay a visit. A fourth level of security - word of mouth. ...Ah, looks like someone was a little lost. ...Again. This guy needed a GPS or something. Back in the seat, back to work.]