The Fine Art of Stress Testing.

[diziara]

"I managed to get the girls away for a day. We went to a beach resort, as I'm sure you can see," Noelle answered Diziara's question, then looked over Spiegel's shoulder. "What did they do to the phase inducers, Lucas?"

"They adjusted the power of the magnetic fields involved, reduced it, it looks like," Spiegel muttered.

"That's not going to be

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[chaosphaere]

"He really doesn't cross my mind that much anymore," Noelle said, while making adjustments. "There, there. Be good for me? Aw, knew you could. Good girl," she murmured for a moment, in the same tone she'd used with the zabathu on Andor.

"There. Dizi, look at your panel. Now see if you can't make whatever tweaks you'd like."

Continuing on the previous topic without blinking, "I think about Marek when I have to... like, when visitation comes up, and he wants to give me his usual bullshit."

She put on her goggles, and lifted the panel off of a console, to expose the circuitry beneath. The others didn't see what she did, but she said, "There, there. That'll hold nicely."

"That said, I think I'm ready to move on... it's been a while, and I think I've seen all of Risa there is to see. Good spas, though. And good food."

[diziara]

"Good food? Is that what they're calling it these days?" Diziara ribbed as she tweaked a few last things on her panel, and brought the craft up. "We need some good alcohol to celebrate the virgin flight of this baby. What do you have for me, oh wondrous living booze locker?" She piloted the craft to buzz the engineers who had been gawking ever since the trio headed for the craft. Most of them scattered as Diziara aimed the craft so that it was about a meter above the head of the tallest one. A big burly human just stood with his arms crossed, watching silently. As they pulled away, Diziara quickly toggled the main view screen to look at him, and found he was clearly laughing and waving at them.

"Hmm, I think this would be worth digging up the century old Romulan Ale I've been ferreting away," Spiegel muttered, and shoved his arm into his pocket.

"Century old?" Diziara turned her head and gawked at Spiegel as he pulled the bottle out of his pocket. "Who'd you sell your soul to in order to get that?"

"Oh, I just made friends with a

[chaosphaere]

"Oh, if I'd meant sex, I would've said sex," Noelle said, chuckling.

She had her head buried in her work as Dizi and Spiegel discussed the Romulan ale.

She looked up for a moment. "Drinking during the test? You sure that's a great idea?"

[diziara]

Diziara looked up from the bottle of Romulan Ale and looked at Noelle as if she'd just grown a second head, and Spiegel laughed. "What's wrong with celebrating the new toy's virgin flight?"

"I told you as we were heading out, her sobriety, or lack thereof, doesn't seem to effect her hand-eye coordination and reflexes. I could feed her this whole bottle, point her into an asteroid field, and feel safe that we'd come out alive and craft intact on the other side," Spiegel explained. Diziara shook her head at him. "Though she might not remember it once she sobered up again."