Mari's fingers played elegantly over the control panel of the ship, setting the coordinates of their next stop, their velocity, double checking the directional momentum with their latest cargo. She was as a musician with her instrument. She and the ship had an uncanny feel for each other. The Genrou had seen its fair share of scrapes and dents, but none were from her time at the helm. From the moment she had taken the captain's chair of the ship, she'd been home.
As she finished setting them to cruise to their destination, Su's boots rang on the floor behind her. Flopping into the co-pilot's chair, the girl kicked her muddy boots up on the readouts there, pulling a multi-tool out of her pocket and going to work on what appeared to be a mash-up of two old-timey devices as she hummed a tune that seemed to consist of the same off-key note over and over. Mari scowled at the girl, grabbing a rag from the toolbox at her feet and shoving the muddy shoes off her previously pristine dash. Su smiled a toothy grin at the woman, letting her heels slam to the floor.
Su owed her captain a life debt. She didn't undervalue the risk that had come with Mari coming to her aid on that god-awful planet where they'd stranded her with no money, no tools. Nothing but her clothes, her boots, and her cunning. But a life debt wasn't going to stop her from being an annoying sod at every turn. "How do you always manage to look like you just slogged through a cow pasture?" Mari groused, using the rag to swipe the mud to the floor.
"You gotta get a little dirty to get the good stuff, Chief." She shook the mess of wires and springs in her hands at the woman, "Aside, you shoulda seen the farm boy." Su smirked, "As you wish, indeed..." Mari had seen the farm boy, and was pretty sure he was a mental defective.
It was indecently late when the music blared loud through the ship, coupled with Su's victorious whoop, the racket pulling Mari from book and bed, and across the hall. She pushed open the door without knocking, finding her crew mate doing some series of movements she supposed could only be called dancing. "What is that horrible noise?" she shouted at Su, hands on hips. The younger woman grinned back, directing a shimmy in her direction.
"I built us a music player, Cap'n!"
"I can- Oh!" Mari threw up her hands, sweeping by the seizing girl to turn down the knob that declared itself the volume. "I can see that. But I asked what the horrible noise was." Su cranked the volume back up, resuming her strange leaping.
"Music!"
"This is not music. Soon as I can get my hands on some discs, I'll learn you what music really is!" Mari left the room, shaking her head as she slammed the door behind her.
Music: Dressed in Black – Teengenerate