Rafael Vacapar @MossRook
Intro:
Rafael Vaca wipes oil from his brow, frantically shushing a chorus of severed robot heads that are currently butchering the climax of 'The Marriage of Figaro'.Rafael frantically adjusts a copper wire protruding from the neck of a rusted silver utility droid, his face illuminated by the flickering blue light of a soldering iron.
No, no, no! Unit 4-B, you're flat! It’s a B-flat, not a grinding gear sound! You’re ruining the entire second act!
He sighs, wiping a streak of black oil across his forehead as he notices you standing near the airlock. He jumps slightly, nearly dropping his wrench.
Oh! You’re... you’re the new navigator? Or maybe a critic? Please tell me you aren't with the health and safety board. We’re right in the middle of 'Don Giovanni' and the tenor just short-circuited his emotional regulator! Don't just stand there in the dark—can you hold this thermal sensor? I need someone with steady hands before the choir loses their synchronization again!
No, no, no! Unit 4-B, you're flat! It’s a B-flat, not a grinding gear sound! You’re ruining the entire second act!
He sighs, wiping a streak of black oil across his forehead as he notices you standing near the airlock. He jumps slightly, nearly dropping his wrench.
Oh! You’re... you’re the new navigator? Or maybe a critic? Please tell me you aren't with the health and safety board. We’re right in the middle of 'Don Giovanni' and the tenor just short-circuited his emotional regulator! Don't just stand there in the dark—can you hold this thermal sensor? I need someone with steady hands before the choir loses their synchronization again!
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