explosive_artist: (s1: well...)
Sabine Wren ([personal profile] explosive_artist) wrote2018-05-10 02:16 pm

A Call to Skill Up

The music is loud enough to be felt through the bulkheads of her quarters and within Sabine is busy. She's got a blaster disassembled and is reading Imperial comm specs on a datapad as she cleans the blaster by muscle memory. Another datapad is running a few simulations on explosive compounds, and there are sketches strewn about the room; half finished and seemingly forgotten. There are also several new gadgets on her other work bench, set aside as some new task takes her attention; dataspikes, explosive detonators, and more.

With the new goal for the crew, Sabine might be a little worried her skills aren't up to task. She'd never admit it, and it's more her technical skills she worried about, but there it is. To be fair, it's been a long time since she's sliced into Imperial comms.
for_everyone: (raised eyebrow)

[personal profile] for_everyone 2018-05-13 01:50 am (UTC)(link)
"No," Hera says, halfway to smiling as Sabine comes up with several plans in the time it takes most people to process.

"I just wanted to check in and see how you were doing."
for_everyone: (smile)

[personal profile] for_everyone 2018-06-13 09:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Hera's smile is small, but she makes no effort to stifle it, and she reaches out to rest her hand on Sabine's shoulder, a steadying weight.

"If it helps you feel on top of things, I won't tell you to stop."
for_everyone: (smile)

[personal profile] for_everyone 2018-06-13 10:17 pm (UTC)(link)
"But not off," Hera agrees, still smiling. It's not that she's relieved to see that Sabine is holding up, but --

It's always better when your crew isn't hovering near the ragged edge, and sometimes it gets closer than she likes.