"Look!..." she said with conviction "I told you I fixed the damn station keepers!" "Listen Bam" He called her "Bam" because it was a lot easier to pronounced then her first or last name, Ishinora Bamorovsky, he had found her, or more precisely she had found him, during a layover 2 years ago on a Cryastro station off crusader. She was a tough as nails Navy vet who had won her citizenship piloting a hornet against the Vanduul but it was peace time that had finally defeated her. Circumstances that she had never elaborated on had brought her, beaten and bruised, to his landing pad offering to crew for a straight percentage. He had always thought him self a tough man, but a look into her her eyes, it was like he could see the hell she had been through, he accepted......a decision he had never regretted. ".....its nothing to do with you, your a blessed and gifted hand with a spanner its just...." she interrupted him " release the stick!" she demand " Its...." he tried to interject "Release the damn control stick!!" He look at her.....he knew there was only one way to end the argument so he brought the small freighter to a halt and took his hands of the control yoke. The Freelancer sat motionless in the poetic stillness of space......for at least 5 seconds. Suddenly positioning thrusters started to over compensate, as She stared in disbelief at the control panel. The vessel started to tumble end over end. "4 days......" she gasped "I took the whole damn thing apart and put her back together". He grabbed the yoke again and leveled the ship out, stopping the spin "MISC's gift to the world...." he looked over at her "it's not you, universities have assembled panels of gray haired professors to try to try to solve this riddle of the sphinx....and no one solved it yet" She looked at him searching her vast vocabulary for the words to express her frustration but ended up settling for a rapid exhale of the air in her longs. He laughed as the brought the ships speed up "I told ya.....this lady likes to dance"