RidOv Chpt-10

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==Ridiculously Overboard!! (A Captain Roberts Tale!!)Chapter 10 - Super Soldier==
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Her ship was...
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...pressed up, and waiting when she stepped off the concourse and walked through the port personnel lock.
The cold pillar in the center was matched by a crew passageway running nose-to-stern.
Amanda remembered to trip the releases before sealing up, a bit of air puffing out into space as she went first to the ship's main computers in engineering. These she set to slave to the CIC deck's systems, the networking links were intuitive for her, and she had a full accounting of the status of the ship's weapons and equipment; including the overrides needed to run it from down here.
She disengaged the docking clamps by remote, and then, found her way to the CIC after setting commander's overrides to 'on'.
"Yep, definitely want a crew for this." she mused. She could choose to use navigation, or gunnery, but in no fanatic's fantasy could she run both.
Not even by linking her eyeball to the system.
"Where do you want to go to get crew?"
A million C-bill question, that one. She didn't know.
"For now, we're just going to have to leave THIS system. You didn't have time to purge all the data." she answered.
"I was kind of busy tracking the guys tracking YOU!!"
"Right, which means we don't know that they don't know about this site, and as you pointed out. I need a crew-I can't run this whole ship by myself...but I can run the Helm and the jump computer."
"Navigation database shows several worlds in range. Cross-reference with the Naval Database says there's another station two jumps out from here."
"Plot a course for an...a pirate point. I'm a Pirate, I can use those!" It made sense to Amanda, at least.
Her fingers seemed to dance on the keyboard as her neck twinged and her head throbbed.
She kept her consciousness until she could see the countdown. 
Twelve Hours. "I need to rest." she said.
A diagram-the damage control diagram, showed her where the sick-bay was. There'll be a bed there...
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She blacked out.
Desmond was alone in her body now, the consciousness of the user was...offline?? The sentience moved her body with some difficulty, being unable to generate nearly as much necessary voltage for precise work..but precise enough to find the sick-bay, and the anti-biotics?
Desmond could do that. Fumbling only a few times before injecting her with three hundred year old military grade anti-biotics and vitamin supplements before guiding the damaged flesh to a bed with thrust restraints.
((The ship could damn well drift and still make the Jump Point. It's so much harder to run a body when the mind is unconscious and can't be urged...)) Desmond thought
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