Hoban "Wash" Washburne (
leafonthewind) wrote in
trans_92011-10-02 12:34 pm
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A fixer-upper [OPEN]
Weeks had passed since the battle, but the Quarter's repairs were coming along at a crawl. Breeches in the hull were one of the most ticklish things to fix on a starship, and the Ohm's weapons had of course fried most of the circuitry and broken all of the conduits around the breech area. Working with salvaged materials as they did, it was an unfortunate fact that sometimes the fittings just... didn't fit.
"You yī dà tuó dàbiàn!" Wash shouted, hurling his spanner across the cramped area he had himself wedged into. It bounced around the inside of the space and fell clattering on the floor of the hanger. "Damn," he said, and started the process of extracting himself from his spot.
"You yī dà tuó dàbiàn!" Wash shouted, hurling his spanner across the cramped area he had himself wedged into. It bounced around the inside of the space and fell clattering on the floor of the hanger. "Damn," he said, and started the process of extracting himself from his spot.

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Reavers were something he could destroy without remorse. The Ohm... you had to kill them if they were presenting a danger, of course, and they were incredibly destructive. But the jury was still out on whether they were actually evil.
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He sighed, pulling out another mass of wiring and sorting through the frayed pieces. "If it really is gone, and it really was the Ohm, I'm not sure I really care about the why of things."
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He wasn't even sure if it was or not. Fuzzy mission goals were all he'd seen from the ship so far. "In any case, resolving the conflict may require us to force a stalemate, or even agree to coexist with them."