Across the ship in the Loading bay, Kolme was down in the maintenance hanger tinkering. That Stone woman had been true to her word and much of his workshop had been moved across to her vessel. The ship was only remarkable in how unremarkable it was. Which in itself was remarkable. The ship practically oozed all the qualities Quarians looked for in their ships. Structurally sound with plenty of space aboard for modifying the interior. The water in the cargo container's was puzzling but then, humans sometimes did things that never made sense until later. It wasn't important to Kolme anyway. He had his own priorities.....
The Armature's Stone had liberated stood idle. Kolme looked at the one he'd yet to adjust and shuddered. Geth tech indeed and primed to destroy anything they were pointed at. He'd been all for taking them apart when Jess had shown him their computer systems were not Geth. Then she'd shown him her idea's on modifying them.
Her designs though, while inspired, warred with Kolme's own pacifist nature. That Quarian creations, built under his nose with his own fabrication tools by the traitorous Yeli who had disappeared.... Well, he could get his revenge. If not on her then by subverting the tools of destruction she'd created into something more benign and useful to society.
Then there was the message from Anika. He'd read it and seen she had a problem in her Armor. to much time to put it on in an emergency. That was indeed a design oversight on the part of the designers. to much pre-contact methodologies had survived past learning of better ways to go about engineering and design. It was quaint really. Adorable perhaps even. But as Kolme started brainstorming solutions the answers came to mind quickly and the fabrication machines started spitting out the parts he'd need....
That was when his comm went off. "Kolme? Hi I'm Sophie. I'm.... Not now I'm on the comm!... Sorry. I'm sending Gwen down with a design for a chair....".
"A chair"? Kolme asked, taken aback. "Sophie is it? Perhaps you are not aware of who you are talking to. My engineering skills are unparalleled. I can service a broken FTL drive with a tooth pick and make it run better with nothing more than duct tape and a pound of iron. My skills are somewhat better spent in other area's than designing chairs".
"Even one that can sit a person inside it and resist two tonnes of force"?
"....... What"?
"Right... Better make it three.... Oh geez she broke it?.... Better make it four... No five! Look, come up with something and I'll come down and let you know what it's for. We're nearly done up here I think.... uh oh. Anyway Gwen should be there by now. Gotta go. Catch you later"!
As the comm clicked off Kolme heard a noise behind him and the sound of feet pattering away. He turned, but saw nobody. He did however see a data slate that hadn't been there a moment ago. Picking it up he looked at the screen and saw a digital post-it on the display.
To Kolme.
Captain want's this please.
Gwen.
Kolme looked about his fabrication workshop and sighed. It looked like life on board ship was going to be even more busy than life on the Citadel.