Read: - - - - - - - - - - ----- "It's been making that gorram racket for days – can't you do something about it?" Guarding an auxiliary engineering bay wasn’t the sort of duty that officers usually volunteered for, but Lieutenant Calis enjoyed the peace and quiet of his remote post. Until recently, that is. "Why do you think I'm here, Lieutenant? Hand me those tools, will ya?" Calis considered telling the technician to lug his own toolbox, but it had taken five service request escalations to get him here in the first place, and he didn’t want the repairs to take any longer than necessary. Besides, the tech had apparently located the source of the problem and his entire upper body was now buried within the depths of the port exhaust regulator. Grunting, Lieutenant Calis set down his rifle and took hold of the heavy toolbox. *** Book had scarcely caught up to the women when River urgently motioned him down. They were crouched behind a stack of large crates near the entrance to an engineering station. He could barely hear himself think with the relentless cacophony of clanking and rattling sounds streaming from the room. “River, what –” “Wait here,” River whispered as she clamored over the top of the crates. Book
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