“I don’t fucking know, John! SHUT UP!” he finally answered, the sound of his voice muffled by the bulky machinery that separated them.  Another blue flash illuminated Aaron’s torso, followed by an unhealthy burst of electrical sparks.  Based on the enraged swearing, followed by fist thuds from within the console John could only assume that the repairs weren’t going well.  He slowly backed away, eager to avoid being caught in the engineer’s fury.  He left the cockpit, and floated down the small hallway that led to the living quarters: a large rectangular space.  The walls consisted of large white plastic panels.  On each panel hung a rectangular blue sleeping pad, complete with straps and snaps to secure sleeping scientists and soldiers in zero-G slumber.   Several panels were torn off the walls, uncovering a mess of wires and smoking circuitry.  A man sporting a crew cut and fatigues floated in front of an exposed bundle of wires.  He held a wire between his teeth, a soldering iron in his right hand, and a set of wire snips in the left.  John stopped and did a concerned double take.