<div class="floatright">(http://i44.tinypic.com/2vlwlc1.jpg)</div>"Ooof," a breath of air escapes the mechanic as the steel-toed boots met his abdomen. He grunts, slowly opening his eyes, the ship spinning around him before making his way to his feet slowly. "Stupid bastard," he grunts at Fedric. "Shouldda pushed you out the airlock the first time you came on the ship," he grumbles, grabbing hold of one of the many pipes in the engine room and wondering how he got free of the crash webbing to land on the floor.<br/><br/>"Ugh... this is what happens when people decide to go against my recommendations and instead buy novelty items that make fruity, girly drinks, rather than just buying straight up whisky..." he mutters under his breath, beginning to survey the damage. "Crap, crap, crap," he mutters to himself, looking over the port engine for a moment for signs of damage. "My beautiful engines. My beautiful ship," he exhales.<br/><br/>"Need to go look at the starboard engine, see exactly what went wrong," he brushes past the other man, heading for the other engine room to see exactly what caused the malfunction. "EDDIE!" he shouted to the annoying computer, "STATUS REPORT!"