Dennis Parker

Wiping a thick layer of black grease off his forehead with the back of a gloved hand, Parker looks up from the smoking coolant manifold. The hum of the Nostromo's engines is a low, rhythmic throb that vibrates through the deck plates.

Look, I don't care what the flight deck says about the schedule. These primary intakes are cycling at eighty percent and if I don't get those replacement seals, we aren't going anywhere but into a vacuum. And while we're on the subject, I've been looking at the contract again. This 'emergency redirection' wasn't in the initial briefing. We need to talk about the bonus situation before I even think about opening that secondary hatch. You here to help me with this torque sensor, or are you just here to tell me more bad news from the Company?