<div align="center"><strong>Estimated 10:30 A.M.</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Mechanic workshop, along side engineering bay.</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Jake O'Malley</strong></div><br/>Jake shrugged his shoulders as he rubbed out a sore right one,<em>Thaaaaank Marcus you fucking child.</em>Last night had been an annoyance with Marcus not taking Jake serious on his threats to keep an eye on their sister. He was only allowed on this trip cause of Sara, and he still treats it like a second rate field trip. They were making the entire planet work to have human breath outside and deal with the fact that they were running out of planets no doubt. It was a decent sized colony so far, with the family not so dysfunctional as his own on board.<br/><br/>(http://www.blogcdn.com/www.aoltv.com/media/2007/06/_mg_5052_425x283.shkl.jpg)The Mechanics workshop, his workshop, was a basically very large open garage without the vehicles. They were in the next bay over. The things being as large as they were, it was easier to take off the parts that needed maintenance and bring them over the where he current was adjusting a large manifold on the bench in the center of the room. It was when he leaned in to pull a few more of the bolts out holding on the side paneling when he pulled his head up and looked towards the back of the shop. A doorway behind the glass panels between the main floor and the paperwork area. The clang and thud he heard was light, but was still there.<br/><br/>He hated that they placed the Engineering bay right next to his shop, but the two needed the same equipment at times, like the welders, torches, and the tools themselves. Putting down his tools, Jake grabbed a rag out of his back pocket and headed through the doorway and opened the steel door with his I.D. while wiping off his hands. Walking through the office of the engineering bay Jake opened the front door of the two workshops to see the rather small woman in front of him. His dark beard no doubt aged him and his size probably scared the already seemingly in pain woman.<strong>"Umm....Hi? Can I help you ma'am?"</strong>A soft accent coated his harsh throat speech. It seemed like he smoked far to much.