Ben suited up and ran a comms check prior to exiting the ship. He checked his cables and gear as well as backup magclamp.<br/>As he drifted outside towards gun #3 he again considered how lucky he was. He looked up and watched the galaxy unwind before his sight, "Man, this view always gets me."<br/>Upon getting to gun #3 he decided to do his own diagnostic with his mark#1 eyes. "Hmm, may not have to take this sucker apart." He said to himself as he spotted some microasteroid damage to the base of the gun emplacement. He took out his tools and got to work, keeping an eye on his O2 levels. Finished there he popped open the service hatches on the gun and ran the diagnostic program - hmm, still a glitch.<br/>He removed the gun and hauled it back inside to thoroughly work it over, not paying any attention to the weight of the unit. Using his own weapons' tools he stripped the piece down, working up a mild sweat as he went. There were a number of minor issues with the piece as well as one major one to do with some cooked cicuitry. Finished, he returned outside, remounted the gun and ran it through a series of movements to ensure it worked. He then ran the diagnotic twice and got all green lights. Returning to the airlock he waited until the air cycled in then called Krip, "Works done chief. She's ready to check."<br/>Damn I need a shower, Ben thought as he dumped his gear and headed to it. It was a tight squeeze to get his bulk into it, but he managed and began to clean himself off.