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by LeoOfVgCats on Wed Aug 12, 2009 1:23 am
Sighing with resignation, Ethan suddenly found himself doing a chore again. Throwing on a smile of faked enthusiasm as Team Gamma rushed across the umbilical, Ethan struggled to keep up with the others while carrying about seventy pounds more of welding gear. The team stopped right outside the giant ship's airlock, kneeled down, and waited while Dylan walked up to the door, giving it a procedural check.
Ethan lit up his flame, waiting for the imminent call to cut when the chief engineer failed to open up the airlock by "standard means" like he had for the last....every single boarding.
"Alright, Ethan! Take her down!" Dylan yelled.
Pulling down his goggles, Ethan boosted up the seraphic flare and concentrated it. At a focus as such he was using, just a simple swish could evenly cleave a person in two, but as he flared the airlock, he found he could barely even singe the locking beams.
"Lord almighty...I'll be damned!" he sighed with an onerous tone, "I mean, I've seen this technique used to caulk terrestrial doors, but this type of plating technique is only used in military bastions....Hey Cap'n! I got an idea! Do you think we could just use some B-grade explosi...." one look from Mike told Ethan to stick with his flare, "...alright...geez, I was hoping we could save this for later."
Motioning to Bear, who set down the power pack, Ethan hurridly opened the casing to his welding back and plugged it into the auxiliary battery, instantly beefing up his flame to a point where he could feel the heat though his goggles. As he cut through the ship's hull like a hot knife through instant ramen, sparks flew in all directions, prompting everyone to jump back a line.
"Alrighty! And we're through the first....oh snap...." Ethan whistled as he pried the redhot metal off, "What do ya know? It's got dragon scales and tofu skin....seems like I've cut through the computer panel for their airlock as well...."
As the team peered at his handiwork, they could now easily identify the slide door used on the inside of ships, meaning all they had to do was kick through a flimsy door and they would be in, with no need to consume anymore welding fuel.
The team's morale soared through the roof.
"Hey Cap'n, thing is, this power pack took a good brute on the head with the hull", chuckled Ethan, as he geared the cooling mechanisms on the pack, "About a half of its juice is gone, and it's kinda old too, might fry...".
Taking a deep breath before continuing on with the prognosis, Ethan continued.
"I've gotta feeling we're not going to have too much power tooling before we get power back on this ship. You can still count on me, but you saw this flame without that boostin...."
Ethan didn't have to finish his sentence to see his point was tacit.
Looking around, almost shocked at how much morale had dropped, Ethan quickly turned optimistic, this time with real enthusiasm.
"Aw, c'mon guys. Cheer up, it's not like we're gonna need any of it, right? Geez.....alright, you guys just gonna stand there while I pull down that door all by myself, hm?"
Grinning, Ethan latched up his welding gun and readied his real one.
When life gives you lemons...find someone who was given tequila and have a fiesta.
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