Janet "Bolt" Lynch
Le moteur est devenu presque silencieux lorsque le système d'amarrage automatisé s'est engagé et a commencé à manœuvrer très lentement le navire à son endroit désigné. Quelques dernières étincelles ont dansé sur le sol alors que Janet a fini une soudure sur le système de gestion des déchets. C'était surtout un problème cosmétique, mais mieux vaut être sûr que désolé. Surtout si elle a voulu ramper dans le conduit d'entretien déjà serré tout en essayant d'éviter la noyade dans l'urine. Peut-être une inquiétude un peu stupide, mais elle avait déjà entendu des histoires similaires, bien que les sources étaient plus que discutables.
Le travail avait été calme, presque ennuyeux. Le moineau montant était fondamentalement un bon navire et en plus de l'entretien habituel il n'y avait pas eu de problèmes majeurs jusqu'à ce point. Janet se demandait, pas pour la première fois, si elle avait oublié de vérifier quelque chose. Le chant calme venant de l'arrière, lui a dit que le moteur principal était toujours en marche, le poids de ses outils contre son corps signifiait que la gravité artificielle fonctionnait correctement et le fait qu'elle n'avait pas étouffé était un signe sûr de soutien de vie était en effet en ligne. Pourtant, elle allait vérifier les systèmes de toute façon, vous n'avez jamais tout à fait su pour sûr dans les voyages spatiaux - une leçon que tout le monde a dû apprendre tôt ou tard.
Alors qu'elle rampait vers la salle des machines, Janet descendit mentalement plus loin sur sa liste de contrôle. Elle devrait se coordonner avec le maître de charge pour le ravitaillement plus tard. Merde, elle aurait dû au moins mémoriser son nom, mais elle n'avait pas vraiment eu l'occasion de lui parler encore, ou n'importe quel autre membre de l'équipage, puisqu'elle ne s'était jointe qu'il y a quelques jours. Heureusement, elle savait qu'elle s'était fait un mot quelque part. Quand elle est arrivée à bord, le médecin lui avait demandé quelques détails médicaux, mais elle s'était libérée peu après, juste avant qu'il n'ait pu lui demander quelque chose d'autre. Janet n'était pas vraiment impatiente d'obtenir un examen physique. Le seul membre d'équipage qu'elle avait régulièrement croisé était l'homme brûlé, qui semblait incapable ou peu disposé à parler, mais il ne s'était pas encore mis en travers de son chemin, ce qui était au moins quelque chose.
Janet est revenue dans la salle des machines et est allée directement à la console qu'elle avait branchée aux systèmes des navires. Tout était superbe au moment où le navire est arrivé au quai. En regardant ses vêtements sales, elle s'est rendue compte qu'elle ferait mieux de se changer avant de partir explorer la station et pendant qu'elle y était, il y avait une note particulière qu'elle devait trouver.
Janet „Bolt“ Lynch
“It's broken, idiot. Let me fix it and get the f*** away from it.”
- Janet Lynch

T H E B A S I C S 
|Name|
Janet Lynch
|Birth Date|
February 7th, 2325
|Age|
32
|Species|
Human
|Gender|
Female

A P P E A R A N C E

|In Depth Appearance|
Janet is 5'8ft. (1.73m) tall and has long hair which she keeps colored grey, like her eyes. She's athletically built with particularly strong hands. Her outfit consists usually of a tank top and a utility vest, where she keeps several tools in arms reach, cargo pants, which are equally useful in the tool holding department, military-style safety boots and welding goggles. The clothes, like herself, are often dirty and covered in oil.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
She has several scars and burn marks on her hands from years of working with heavy machinery. The fingers of her left hand have obviously been broken several times, additionally part of her face was burnt in an accident a few years back. A complex tattoo covers her upper left arm.

G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E

|Job|
Engineer/Mechanic
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Working, tinkering and maintaining machinery
✔Weapons, unless pointed her way.
✔Space, the vast emptiness comforts her.
✔Authority, likes people who can take charge of a situation.
✔Expertise, when someone knows what he/she is doing.
✘Children, don't know what they are doing.
✘Politics, basically adult children arguing.
✘Laziness, doesn't get the job done.
✘Cucumber, who likes it anyway.
|Habits|
Ever since she left the military Janet has made a habit of keeping up a similar lifestyle to the one, she was following during her service. When she is not checking the systems or doing any essential work, she will maintain her equipment, tinker or work out to keep up her physical performance. In her years aboard numerous vessels, traveling across the galaxy, she picked up a rather foul manner of speaking, which she tries to keep down. It shows, however, anytime she's in a state of emotional distress, especially when annoyed or angered.
|Fears|
☠Water, technically she fears the drowning aspect.
☠Captivity, literally and figuratively.

D E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Disciplined ♦ Reliable ♦ Vulgar ♦ Workaholic ♦
Janet identifies strongly with her work, since she has a passion for any kind of machinery, particularly space ships and weapons, to the point at which she often spends her free time tinkering and taking care of equipment. She tries to always perform at her best and follows given orders to the point, since Janet values the advantages of a solid order of command and especially a competent commander. She is however not a people pleaser and dislikes it when others "suck up" to their superiors.
Janet may seem somewhat distant, due to her being taken up by her work quite a lot, but she does enjoy the company of others, as long as they don't stay between her and a malfunctioning engine. She likes, or at least approves of, people who manage to do their own job properly, and highly regards those who excel in their field of expertise, as long as she believes this expertise are of some value, unlike politics.
|Place of Origin|
Earth
|History|
Janet grew up in a middle-class family, her mother was a teacher and her father owned a small workshop, inside which she discovered her interest for moving metal at an early age and spent her youth taking apart and repairing all sort of machines and devices. She spent long nights tinkering and building improvised devices out of spare parts from her father's workshop and the nearby scrap yard. When she was 14, an uncle took her with him on a trip to all the big terran colonies. The experience of space travel lead her to pursue a career, which would allow her to spend her lifetime aboard massive ships, traveling the galaxy.
When she was old enough, Janet signed up for five years of service in the terran military forces, as a combat engineer. Her training mostly consisted of learning how to repair, maintain and setup military equipment and vehicles, often under battle conditions. She also learned how to use a variety of weaponry, although she never excelled at using them, she nonetheless finds pleasure in working on them to this day, especially explosives. After her training she was sent on several missions on board a variety of ships. One such mission almost ended by her drowning in an ocean, after the ship she was on was shot down by pirates while in atmosphere, ever since this day she has, to her own shame, developed a fear of water.
After these five years of service Janet wanted to find new challenges and worked on several civilian ships, ranging from transporters to scientific research vessels, always ready to jump aboard a new ship - a new challenge. Which lead her to her most recent job on board of a small space ship, named after a certain animal.