Sabotage

She was fuming, someone, or something had disabled the main computer system. From the inside, meaning someone had been into her inner sanctum.In here. Of all places.

"RAPUMTRA! Where the fuck are you?!?" she bellowed. He coalesced from behind a bulkhead.

"Standing guard as always Sir." he said levelly.

"How long have you been there?" struggling to control the anger in her voice, "this is wh-" he cut her off mid sentence.

"Since before the systems were shut down until you called my name, sorry to cut you off Sir." he said quickly in the same level tone.

Rath ran her fingers through her mane of wild hair, a calming motion. "Ok, then who did this and why in the hell did you bloody well let them?"

"Isabelle, Sir, you are acting rather irrationally if you'll permit me to say. Isabelle was completing routine maintenance on your orders." He said, allowing a modicum of concern to enter his voice.

"On my orders, my fucking orders . . . what the hell. I have not issued any orders of any sort regarding maintenace to anyone. Moreover, no-one, besides yourself is allowed within a twenty metre radius of the bridge entrance, let alone access to the command console." She collapsed into the chair and turned it away from him, bewildered and annoyed.

"Tell me why I shouldn't have you tossed out of the fucking airlock right now." She said softly.

"Well Sir," he shifted slightly, betraying his impatience slightly "one, the ship is physically incapable of undocking, two, I have the tablet with your authorisation that Isabelle gave me, and three, I'd hope you wouldn't want to, Sir."

A hand appeared from one side of the chair.

He placed the data tablet into it gently, fearing a violent reaction.

"This is incredible, voice, iris, DNA, full spread of prints, clever fucking bitch . . . where is she now, presumably in that Buzzard I bought her." she speculated aloud.

Rap however took it as a cue, "She's aboard the Amarr Navy Slicer, Sir she has also disabled every other ship in your hangar besides the Absolution class Command Ship."

"How long will this take to fix?" she almost snarled from the depths of the chair.

"Honestly Sir, I'm not 100% sure, we've never had anything like this at all. It could be hours, it may be days." He said thoughtfully.

"Get the crews rounded up right fucking now and get this sorted, or I will chuck you of the airlock!"

Rath came to her feet and stormed from the room almost knocking the 'matarian from his well placed feet.

((OOC: This is to explain why I may not be on for a while, yay for blogging, boo for windows. Also, not posted on the forums 'cos the College deems the whole lot, killboard, forums, even the portal as pornography . . . yeah, figure that one out. See you in space soon hopefully, good hunting o7))