<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/mN1v5Du.jpg)</div><strong>Zachary Ellis</strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Engineering, Engine Room<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>The PA system; Zoe, Karen<br/><hr/><br/>He was hanging upside down from a pair of conduits at his knees.  The work was tough, he'd been at it for what felt like days at this point.  He'd long since taken his shirt off, mostly because he'd needed a rag to help clean up some of the oil that had leaked out of a motor.  Grime, dirt and oil covered his body is mismatched patches as he continued to dig with his fingers and a wrench into the gently thrumming engine.  When the pleasant, dulcet tones of the com system kicked on he wondered who wanted what from him now.<br/><br/>"Ah, my lovely mechanical mistress, what can I do for ya?" he began before she asked her question, "Oh 'course she does.  Well, tell 'er she can start the engines any time," he said with a long pause before adding, "if she wants the ship to explode in the most amazin' display of astronautical pyrotechnics this universe, or any other, has ever seen."<br/><br/>He unhooked his legs from the conduit while supporting himself with his hands before hopping down to the floor to continue working on another end of the engine.  "I wonder if this is radioactive...is it radioactive?  Maybe I'll die of radiation poisoning..." he wondered aloud as he continued.  A small electric fizzle sound preceded a loud yelp, "Oh yup, that one's live."<br/><br/>"Oh, I bet ya wanna know what's actually wrong, do you want the technical version or the short version?"