Jump to content

Lower Engineering


Recommended Posts

Cayn hung in the air as he dangled over one of the engines. He was thankful that the Black Dawn had supplied him with the harness that he was wearing, safely secured to the railings that lined the walls. He muttered to himself, working on recalibrating the left thruster. "Gahd! Jay, why the hell do you do this to me? Come on...mugger fracking...two twists to the left... fucking bolt!" He pulled out his spanner, pulling down on the particular bolt he was trying to loosen a little to relieve some pressure build up that had happened from the way his sister had entered the atmosphere. The smoke from his cigarette trailed up before getting caught in the air purifiers. His biceps and triceps flexed and bulged as he finally got the problematic piece to release. "HAH! Gotcha, you shitbag."

Link to comment
Share on other sites

  • Recently Browsing   0 members

    • There are no registered users currently online
×
×
  • Create New...

Important Information

We have placed cookies on your device to help make this website better. You can adjust your cookie settings, otherwise we'll assume you're okay to continue. Read our Privacy Policy for more information.

Please Sign In or Sign Up