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Jax didn't answer. He was already diving back in. To anyone else, the engine was a mess of wires and gears. To Jax, it was a symphony that had gone out of tune. He closed his eyes, placing his oil-stained hands on the vibrating hull. He felt the rhythmic pulse of the auxiliary power, the stutter of the cooling fans, and the hollow silence where the drive should be humming.

The air in the ship was getting thin, that metallic, recycled taste of a dying vessel. The crew huddled in the galley, watching the shadows dance as Jax’s welding torch flared in the hold. "Ready?" Jax croaked into his comms. fantastic_mechanic.rar

The transmission of the Rust-Bucket Nebula didn't just fail; it screamed in binary before melting into a puddle of slag. Jax didn't answer

"Jax?" Hix’s voice came over the speaker, sounding breathless. "We’re doing twelve knots over light speed. How?" To Jax, it was a symphony that had gone out of tune

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.

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.

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