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Nebula	Nebula is sitting in one of the console seats with her cybernetic arm turned over on the table in front of her with the panel on he rwrist opened just below the pad of her hand. A small electric tool adjusting the wiring, each twist has one of her fingers bending. And there's a scowl on her face. There is always a scowl on her face. Wearing a red flightsuit, she rolls black eyes up to the view port over looking nothing, beyond which is, more nothing. Then back down to her wrist to continue recalibrations.
Drax	Drax wears pants. They're hard enough to get on anyways, and do you know how hard it is to find a shirt in his size? Waste of time. The Destroyer slaps his hands down on the back of Nebula's seat and leeeans, pushing it back before letting go. Before even seeing her reaction, he erupts into raucous laughter.
Rocket	As for Rocket in this tableau? He's under the front .. console, the panel set open and to the side with only his legs and tail showing. There's more than a few choice words hissed through clenched muzzle that emenates from below, including, "What a piece of--" "Groot?" Rocket is more checking on his friend's presence than aid, if only for the next request. "I need you to power down the auxiliary manifolds, so I won't--" *craaaaack* There's a pause, a stillness from the raccoon in the works before, "Uh oh."
Groot	"I am Groot," the familiar words come from the archway that leads from the common areas to the cockpit of the Milano. Moments later, Groot lowers himself through the archway and into the cockpit, his attention fixed on a small bauble in one of his swirling, forming hands. He's vexxed by the little gadget -- every turn from his smaller, branch-like fingers puts the Rubick's Cube further from its solved state.     Still, if he's frustrated, it would be impossible to know. Each time the Cube is turned, Groot smiles just a touch wider. Lowering the toy, Groot pads over to Rocket and lowers himself to take a look. "I am Groot," he confirms.
Nebula	"What..." Nebula glares back and up at Drax pulling on her chair, ready to defend herself from... well she's not entirely sure from what, but this is precisely the kind of thing from which someone would have to defend themself where she comes from. "Why are you laughing? What is funny about that..." Flipping the panel closed on her wrist, she whirls in her chair and stands up... to just below Drax's nipples. Pointing up at him with the tool running along her palm, dangerous pointy end extending out from her index finger- CRACK... She turns her beedy black eyes over towards the console, squinting.. "What does uh oh mean? Why are you making that sound... and what is the talking shrubbery saying..." Seeth..
Drax	"Hello noble tree," Drax greets as he comes down off of his laugh, his hands at his sides.  He doesn't flinch at Nebula's startled defensiveness.  "I am laughing because you didn't know I was here!" Drax's head swivels toward the console.  "He is saying I am Groot," he looks back down to inform Nebula.  "Rocket broke the ship," he surmises.
Rocket	"Well, you should have been there. You know-uh-oh.." comes again from underneath, and there's a quick scramble for something, anything as a blast of high-pressure air *hisssssses* through. "I couldn't wait." He really could have, but.. "Nobody try and steer the ship right now, because.. uh.." Rocket shifts his body around and fingerwiggles for something, anything to be put into his hand. Black, beady eyes look more to Groot than anyone, and he studiously ignores the 'what did he say?' questions in favor of, "Tear something off there," and he points to a wide pipe, "and gimme the welder.." There's a pause as he expects argument, and whether it comes or not? His terse commentary on it is, "I'll pull something from the hold later."
Groot	The talking shrubbery gives Nebula a look and tosses the Rubik's Cube in her direction -- a gentle arc meant for catching. He steps around her and then smiles brightly at Drax as he shambles past him, too.     "I am Groot!" he exclaims, giving Drax a punctuating smile.     Groot reaches out and extends his fingers around the pipe leading to Rocket's problem. He gives the pipe a sudden yank, freeing it -- for better or for worse! You can blame Rocket.     "I am Groot," he adds before he lowers himself with a welder to offer Rocket.
Rocket	"It's not broken," Rocket sounds a touch defensive, perhaps, as he sits there, whiskers tucked back and flattened against fuzzy muzzle. "I'm fixing it." *hssssssssssss* There's a quick glance given over his shoulder, back under the console before he's looking back out to the three once more, "It'll be better than before." Little black eyes turn fully to his best friend, "Tell 'em." Reaching out his paw for the welder now, there's a quick search for a mask, which remarkably isn't too far from hand. Maybe he thought this might happen? Once the welder is in hand, the bit that was pulled off is taken, and remarkably, nothing seems to emenate from the pipe torn.. not a trickle, not a breeze.. and apparently it doesn't lead to the outside as there is no explosive decompression happening. "Thanks." Shimmying back under the console, Rocket is back to work in tight quarters. The work takes him long hours, undoubtedly finishing after the others have since wandered away.