In every egineering department of sufficent size and productivity there sometimes arises the one engineer that the others turn to when things go bad. Whether it's an impending explosion nearly abated and noticed just in time or trained reflexes putting a round through pirate heads. The fellow who multitasks engineering manuals as audio-books at the firing range. He lives and breathes the ship he's on and never turns down a task because he feels himself unfit. If a dirty job needs doing he might bring privates with him but he never sends them alone simply because of what needs doing. He's got a weak spot for female medics and they keep him alive as he's got his share of burns, bullet holes, and scars but his first love has always ever been the ship he's on. As fit as he keeps himself and his excellent genes he's been a bit of a heartbreaker at times.

Noted to his file through many chief engineers as the "the last intractable bastard surviving an apocalypse with a rebuilt hemi and improvised shotgun. God help us if we need to replace him." That would be Lewis. He's only held leadership informally, having no stomach for diplomatic solutions to problems, though generally those actually holding the role often give him a fairly long leash. The remainder of his crewmates rapidly learn to first evaluate in an emergency where Lewis is going and whether they want to follow or run the opposite way. It is, generally, the latter among many. He frequently holds a amicable relationship among the security crew though he only works with them in dire emergencies. His love for the ship is a thing that ever needs maintenance.

Skills:

• Electrical engineering
• Mechanical engineering
• Hydrostatic and plasma engineering
• Embedded programming, design, and debugging
• AI and intelligent agent repair
• Small and Medium arms: construction, modification, and repair.
• Combat armor and maintenance
• Heavy and light exoframe training
• Hazardous environment training
• Zero-g combat training