Difficult Int check (34): 1d100 ⇒ 69 Well. This was frustrating. Epri had performed every and any test she could think of, attempting to determine what had tortured the engines in the warp. Nothing. She had even tried to think outside the box, and that had yielded a similar lack of results. So what could it be...?
Epri waves a hand at the questioning figure, both as a symbol of dismissal and the impatient shooing of the unwanted inquiry. "Of course." Despite her sharp response, she did not feel quite as confident as she hoped she sounded. "Now, I have matters to attend to." With that, she moved in closer to the engines, her eyes narrowed as she cautiously inspected for any trace of the machine spirit within.
During the length of their voyage, Epri kept mostly to herself. She did not idle during the voyage, as operating on a large ship often left one with no shortage of things one could do in order to keep busy. Many of them were lesser tasks, probably easily delegated, but Epri was a hands-on person. Why delegate when you can do it yourself? The encounter with the warp storms, while bothersome and annoying, did not effect Epri's routines too significantly. Any damages would be dealt with, and she would have things running as if nothing had ever happened. She had been working and living on ships and space stations long enough to have the routine down.
Epri makes a sharp tittering noise, rising to move away from the table. Her servo skull, which had been hovering unobtrusively the entire time, hummed to follow her obediently. "If you will excuse me, then, I have rituals to perform." Her part was done here. Conversation was not a topic she had any interest in.
This right here is the most appropriate song for anything pirate-y, even in SPAAAACE.
Character sheet is up (yay), and to get things more or less done on my end, a rough outline of her backstory. A short-tempered Enginseer and former Skitarii Tech-guard hopeful, Epri was all but informally exiled from her homeworld of Tolkhan after her sometimes borderline heretical ideas brought her into clashes with her superiors. She drifted aimlessly for a time, always quick to find work and almost as quick to be sent on her way thanks to her temper and propensity for violence. While working on a remote, nameless outpost in the middle of nowhere, she and the other members of the outpost were beset by Dark Eldar. Rescue finally came in the form of the Imperial Navy. Though she was one of the few to escape the situation relatively unscathed, Epri now harbors a very special hatred for the twisted xenos. I suppose I could link this up with you Dark Voyage folks somehow? If not, I'll just assume she semi-forced her way onto the ship due to the Reliquary of Mars history and just... kind of hasn't left. |