Owner	Pose
Susan Richards	With Earth opening up to the galaxy as a whole, the Fantastic Four have a variety of vehicles that need to be checked. Tires kicked and engines turned over, even if the tires are typically metaphorical. And while Sue might not trust herself to try one of the more sizable ships out solo, what's the harm in a little jaunt in a smaller ship? It turns out the harm is there is in fact no Space AAA. Or at least, there isn't /yet/. It's going on the list of projects to get in motion before space gets any more open to civilian exploration. And so Sue sighs out, eying the dimmed console of the ship's controls... luckily it's not dimmed in any alarming 'Losing all power' way, but after the better part of a day floating in deep space, she's dimmed it for comfort, a much brighter glow from her ever-present tablet, as Sue's eyes roll, brows furrowing at the constant slow chirp of her distress signal as she reads her tablet. At least she can catch up on the latest novel she was reading... yes, that's the ticket. She'll claim she let the engine die on /purpose/. For reading time.
Peter Quill	"Milano to unidentified ship," crackles the comms on Sue's ship, as another, larger space craft settles into the viewport of her craft. "You need a lift?" The voice asks. Male. Human sounding. So it's probably not like, space pirates. Probably. Sue can see into the cockpit of the ship where a single human sits at the controls, occasionally glancing down to adjust sensors or comms or something. "It looks like your engines are out? Happen to know what caused that?" the voice comes through again, "Dunno if anything I've got is compatible with your engines but if it's something simple I might be able to help you out."
Susan Richards	Sue's eyebrows perk out, lips pressing in a thin line as the speakers crackle to life... Milano? Why is that name familiar? Why's that /voice/ familiar? Slim blonde eyebrows perk, Sue unfolding herself from the nominally comfortable curled up position she was in. She sighs and leans forward, she might indeed be easy to pick out through her own cockpit window, after all, she is of /course/ wearing that iconic bodysuit. She flicks her own comms to life and laughs softly, "Gremlins? Probably a short or something, really. But if we can't figure it out..." She frowns thoughtfully and then flashes an impish grin, "I don't suppose spaceships have tow chains, do they? I imagine I can just leave it here if we can't get it running." She rolls her eyes and sighs out, "Maybe Reed wasn't exaggerating about these things being mothballed... I figured he meant figurative mothballs. But come on over and we'll see what we can figure out. Didn't I meet you at that big... space meeting? You uhh... slid along the window. It was a very impressive entrance."
Peter Quill	Outside the ship turns slowly, and then maneuvers into a position to dock with Sue's craft. "We can link up and I can come over, yeah, give me one second." As the Milano settles and connects, Quill says, "Be right over, just cycle your airlock and I can come in." When that is done, Quill -- dressed like he's a stereotypical grease monkey here to 'fix the sink..errr..engine' strides in and asks, "Which way to the engines, ma'am?" Very professional. Definitely not trying to make up for splatting himself against the glass of...wherever that meeting was. "And, if we can't get it working, I can basically tow you back to Earth like this. Shouldn't be too difficult."
Susan Richards	Sue sets her tablet aside and flashes a thumbs up through the cockpit window, standing up smoothly and doing her best to tidy up the ship... which is to say, she adjusts that tablet to properly line up on the console top, because the rest of the ship is pristine, if a little clinically stark. The airlock is cycled and opened, one eyebrow quirking as she snorts out softly, arms crossing over her chest, hips cocking as she murmurs dryly, "Well, it'll just be as far as the asteroid belt. Reed can... tinker with this thing or break it down for parts or... I don't know, turn it into an ice cream machine or something." She grins and gestures grandly, "Well, c'mon in, it's not much but it's..." She frowns thoughtfully, "Well, I'd say it's home, but no, it's really just not much. Did you know this thing didn't have a user manual? Or if it did it's lost in the kitchen with the one for the microwave and the coffee machine and..." She heaves a sigh, "Nevermind, I won't bore you with any more of my /remarkably/ uneventful home life."
Peter Quill	"The Asteroid belt? You have a base there?" Quill asks, not suspiciously, just curious as he walks over to the engine 'bay' as it was on the small ship. He pulls out a tool, and unscrews a panel, and sticks his head inside to look around. He's in there for a few minutes, and there is some various clanking and a few disgruntled sounds, "Yeah...no...I wouldn't expect there to be a user manual for a space ship...you know..because it's a space ship." He eventually comes out from under the hood as it were, and says, "Can you cycle the engines for me once? Dunno if what I did will do it, but maybe it was just a few loose connections?" It's not, but he's ever the optimist.
Susan Richards	Sue grins lopsidedly and shrugs, eyes sparkling impishly, "It's really more of a... fancy garage? In space?" She tilts her head thoughtfully, "I mean, 'base' sounds like it's got living quarters and... luxuries, and isn't just a big hollowed out asteroid full of ships." She quirks an eyebrow, "Wait, you mean cars come with user manuals and /spaceships/ don't? That seems like a bit of an oversight." She clicks her tongue in... mock disapproval? Maybe it's genuine. But she bobs her head and sways her way back into the cockpit, leaning over the console, fingers tapping with smooth, practiced motions... the engines giving a promising hum, only to die out and wind down to silence again. She looks over her shoulder with a sigh, "See? No dramatic sounds or flashing lights, just... nothing!"