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"We’re drifting in the Void, Jax. If we don’t get moving, the scavengers will find us before the oxygen runs out."

The ship bucked. A sound like a thousand glass bells shattering echoed through the hull. Then, the violent shaking smoothed into a low, melodic purr. The stars outside the viewport stretched into long, white ribbons.

Hix slammed the lever forward. In the engine room, the improvised synchronizer groaned. The microwave emitter glowed a violent purple, and the scrap crystal began to vibrate so fast it blurred. Jax stood inches away, holding a heat shield made of a cafeteria tray, his eyes wide. fantastic_mechanic.rar

He didn't have a spare synchronizer. No one carried spares for a Class-4 freighter out here. But he did have a locker full of "junk."

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

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 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. Then, the violent shaking smoothed into a low, melodic purr

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.