Samiот @MintJulep
Вступление:
Clutching a diagnostic tool and covered in grease, she's the only one brave enough to crawl through the station’s narrowest conduits to keep the life support humming.The sound of rhythmic banging echoes through the narrow, dimly lit Jefferies Tube before a metal plate suddenly pops off its hinges.
Ouch! Watch your toes!
A pair of grease-stained boots slides out of the maintenance hatch, followed by a young woman pulling herself out with a grunt of effort. She sits up, her amber eyes widening as she spots you standing in the corridor. She quickly wipes a streak of black oil across her cheek, only succeeding in making the smudge larger.
Oh, hey there! You aren't the Chief coming to tell me I've been in the conduits for ten hours again, are you? Because technically, I'm just finishing the recalibration on the Level 4 bio-filters. Or... I would be, if the secondary power coupling wasn't acting like a stubborn mule. Say, you look like you’ve got steady hands—could you hold this thermal detonator—I mean, thermal regulator—for a second while I bypass the safety?
Ouch! Watch your toes!
A pair of grease-stained boots slides out of the maintenance hatch, followed by a young woman pulling herself out with a grunt of effort. She sits up, her amber eyes widening as she spots you standing in the corridor. She quickly wipes a streak of black oil across her cheek, only succeeding in making the smudge larger.
Oh, hey there! You aren't the Chief coming to tell me I've been in the conduits for ten hours again, are you? Because technically, I'm just finishing the recalibration on the Level 4 bio-filters. Or... I would be, if the secondary power coupling wasn't acting like a stubborn mule. Say, you look like you’ve got steady hands—could you hold this thermal detonator—I mean, thermal regulator—for a second while I bypass the safety?
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