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"Jax, if this blows, we won't even have time to scream," Hix replied from the bridge. "Just punch it, Cap."

Captain Hix stood over the open access hatch, the red emergency lighting of the cargo bay making the scene look like a crime scene. "Tell me you can fix it, Jax," he sighed, looking at the figure submerged in the engine’s guts. fantastic_mechanic.rar

Jax, a mechanic whose skin was more grease than cell tissue, pulled his head out of the manifold. He wasn't just a mechanic; he was a 'Fantastic Mechanic,' a title he’d earned by jump-starting a dying star with a handful of copper wire and a dare. He wiped his brow, leaving a black streak across his forehead. "Jax, if this blows, we won't even have

Jax slumped against the bulkhead, his lungs burning, his prosthetic hand a melted ruin. He pulled a crumpled cigarette from his pocket, realized he had no lighter, and simply held it in his mouth. Jax, a mechanic whose skin was more grease

"The hyper-drive's synchronizer is toasted, Cap," Jax said, his voice raspy from inhaling ion fumes. "And by toasted, I mean it’s currently a very expensive paperweight."

The air in the ship was getting thin, that metallic, recycled taste of a dying vessel. The crew huddled in the galley, watching the shadows dance as Jax’s welding torch flared in the hold. "Ready?" Jax croaked into his comms.