A Call to Skill Up

[explosive_artist]

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.

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[for_everyone]

"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.

[explosive_artist]

Sabine hesitates, wanting to ask if they can expect off world help, but that's too close to the faith and trust area she's supposed to be allowing, so she doesn't.

"If you need me to build any thing, or help with repairs, let me know." Doing things feels so much better than waiting for her.