Look for an access hatch.
(4+1) After being pumped through a series of pipes, you are ejected into a large, open room full of organic garbage. The air is pungent, and the waste is deep, but this is nothing new to a deck swabbie like yourself. You wade to the side, climb a short ladder, and access a maintenance hatch into hat appears to be a workroom for the waste processing department.
FUCK. Get them to follow me, and get that mangy thing off! Then, head back to the restaurant.
(3-1) you talk at the furry guys that came with you, but fail to make yourself heard over the noise.
(2+1-1) And, they do not heed your motions or attempts to herd them away either.
(3-1 v 5) The Mangy thing shreds your pants, and bites your arm. You are wounded.
(6+1) the rocky creature takes your efforts asa sign of good will, however, and attempts to aid you, by scattering all the furry things with its long, powerful appendages.
(5+1) The furry things go flying in all directions! The rocky creature chucks them left and right, forward and back, and both sets of furry creatures scatter, except the one latched on to you.
Begin fixing the droids.
(5+1) you examine each of the three droids. All seem to be functioning properly. They simply had programming left from their last job, that had not been flushed. you do so, and prep them for the next job. You also repair several other pieces of equipment around the maintenance bay.
The hum of the engines seeps into your consciousness, reminding you that the ship has gotten under way during your battle.
Call fire crew and get a fire extinguisher.
(5) A quick application of chemical extinguisher and the fire is out. You examine the damage - it is localized to one fryer, which seems functional. The chemical extinguisher will need to be cleaned thoroughly before that part of the kitchen can be used again, however. You remember strict guidelines on process, inspection, and verification when it comes to handling clean up. Fire Response calls, verifies that the fire is out, and calls in a food safety inspector.
Relay info to customer.
(1) You babble endlessy about the history of terraforming, interspecies habitation, and galactic political experience. the customer leaves abruptly in the middle of a monologue on the value of parasitic blood suckers and the diseases they spread.
(3) your FBs continue about as hey had been the previous round.
If my job is done, go "help" greenstar with his babies. Possibly by stealing them.
I mean hell, I have lots of arms right? 
(2) Your shift is not over - it's barely lunchtime -which you've already eaten. Twice.
You have assloads of reports to file, a pair of ships angrily fighting over dock space, and new incoming messages to process. In addition, you have a queue of outgoing messages being requested by various beings. These need to be sorted bydestination and transferred to the appropriate ships, signal devices, and couriers.
b]Explain![/b]
(6-1+1) The translator listens carefully, and then repeats your message back in different wording. The wording is different, but the message is clearly the same. they have understood! the translator speaks to the techs, who begin pulling up data.
"We're gong to have to shut that pipe off , reroute the plasma, and replace some valves."
(3) "We can have it repaired in about a week. In the meantime, we will keep monitoring the situation. Will this be acceptable?"
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