Snippet #2691206

*Clank* *Clank* *Clank*

The sound of metal hitting metal could be heard echoing trough the otherwise silent chamber.

"just one more swing." a male voice muttered under his breath before a final hit was applied to the unfinished product. Silence fell over the area, yet it didn't take long for other sounds to fill the room again. In fact, it was the sound of someone searching through a case of tools which could now clearly be distinguished. "Here it is." the man softly spoke.

Sounds patterns like these had been vibrating through the chamber for more than 30 minutes now. It always went somewhat like this: First you could hear someone working on some sort of project clearly made of metal judging from the metallic sound it made every time it was hit by one of the working man's tools. Secondly, the man would mutter something under his breath signifying that he is almost finished using his current tool. Thirdly, the sound of him searching through a case filled with all kinds of tools before finally finishing the pattern by him softly saying that he found the next tool he wants to use and going back to the first step again.

If you wouldn't know any better you would think that this room the man had been working in was some kind of working station and while you might not entirely be wrong, in reality, it was nothing other than the man's bedroom which he had only recently, and by recently I really do mean recently, started to live in. To clarify, about an hour ago a space ship made out of the 'newest most powerful and over the top piece of technology of its kind' finally, after two years which seemed like they took forever, docked at the spaceship orbiting the planet Mars.

You see, a few years ago a team of the 'most gifted and brightest' scientists had been put together to come and study this forever known red giant planet called Mars which is yet still so unknown to mankind. If Jon remembered his early briefings right they were supposed to stay here for about half a year before quickly packing up and returning home again. 4 and a half year would this little experiment last to hopefully make a scientific breakthrough regarding the known, unknown, space!

Oh, Who is Jon you ask? Jon is just a nobody. He is however one of the lucky few to be selected for this journey, filling up the role of a Biomechanical Roboticist. Once they arrived at this station almost every employee had been ordered to go find themselves a chamber and to start settling in. They are supposed to live on this station for the next half year after all, And Jon did just that. After quickly finding himself a room, without even unpacking first, Jon had continued working on one of his little projects. An automatic repair drone, or that's what it's supposed to become anyways. As for now, it's just a bunch of old pieces of metal and junk craftily constructed against each other so it wouldn't fall apart right away. It can't do anything fancy yet, heck it can't even move yet! But who knows what this little guy could do in the future. One can only guess.

But then, as Jon was working diligently, he was suddenly interrupted by a visible spark coming from his mechanical right arm followed by a dreadful pain. "ARG! FUCK!" He shouted as he threw the wrench, which he was currently working with on his drone, across the room. It didn't happen often, his mechanical limbs malfunctioning that is. But when it did it hurt like hell. Jon cursed himself since this was probably the result of him not maintaining his limbs well enough lately. The last few weeks before arriving at the space station were quite hectic after all which led to him barely finding the time to do his ordinary limb maintenance. Yet he should have seen this coming and should have made the time, it is his job after all, and because he didn't he was now feeling the consequences.

Quickly he grabbed a screwdriver and started working on his right arm. His right hand being his dominant one, it was never easy to do this. To be successful at the job he was doing he had to be extremely precise which is why he had to focus at least two times harder than usual when working with his non-dominant left hand. And then we aren't taking the pain he is currently feeling into account yet. But Jon was a professional and he slowly started screwing things off and on again, repairing all kind of little elements in the process. After a while, the pain was also slowly starting to lessen which helped him to concentrate even more. At the pace he was working it would surely only take a few more minutes, followed by a +-15 min testing experiment to see if everything was still working as it was supposed to work. Jon quickly wanted to finish his work when suddenly...

"Is it on?" A female voice could be heard across the station.

You didn't have to be a genius to figure out who was going to talk. Not only was it clearly a familiar voice but there also only one female who could possibly make a system wide announcement at this time right after settling in. The captain, Piper. And this could only mean one thing.

"Oh... Oh. Uhm... Hi everyone, I hope you've find your sleeping space and been able to adapt to this new environment. But at the moment I need you to stop whatever it is you're doing and gather here in the control room." Just like Jon had feared

Jon cursed his own luck. It was only to be expected that he had the bad luck to have to lay down his work right after he had a malfunctioning limb. Stopping now wouldn't necessarily do any lasting damages but it would still hurt like hell. No, he wasn't going to stop now, Piper just had to understand that while it may be rude, he was going to continue his work while going to and being in the control room. He quickly packed a few tools into a bag which he tossed over his shoulders so he could easily carry it around and started walking to the control room.

A few minutes past before he reached the control room. With his screwdriver still working on his arm, he silently entered the room. A quick glance across his surrounding told him that he was probably one of the first to arrive. Jon threw the bag over his shoulder and placed it on a nearby desk before he took a seat, taking a few other tools out of the bag once he sat down. He probably wasn't supposed to take a seat but right now Jon had other things to worry about, like this annoying pain for one. Finally, he threw a glance at Piper, showing his arm in the progress.

"You have to excuse me for my rudeness but I can't quite put my work down yet." Jon calmly spoke. "Anyways, you called?