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Thaddeus was going through a mental check-list of all the things needed for transport when he almost stumbled into one of the Med-techs.

"My bad, darlin'" He grinned at her sheepishly, "Maybe you could gimme a hand with this, could you bring some carry on medical supplies to airlock B-17? I'll meet you and the rest o' the crew there. I gotta make sure our dockin' mechanism is up to snuff. 'Member that skirmish we had with them Red Scorpions? Probably not, any way I've been puttin' off fixin' the attachments. They scarred 'em pretty bad... Heh, listen to me; ramblin' on. See ya at B-17."

The burly engineer gave a smile and a nod and pushed lightly through the crowd. His work was going to be made out for him. The curse of being a damned good engineer was the utter lack of contemporaries. "Gotta do everything by hand, if a man's afraid o' work he ain't really a man."


A good fifteen minutes later Thaddeus stood on a lift above the decompression chamber. He pushed back his blast mask with a grunt of satisfaction."None shall pass!"