The air in the ship was getting thin, that metallic, recycled taste of a dying vessel. The crew huddled in the galley, watching the shadows dance as Jax’s welding torch flared in the hold. "Ready?" Jax croaked into his comms.
The ship bucked. A sound like a thousand glass bells shattering echoed through the hull. Then, the violent shaking smoothed into a low, melodic purr. The stars outside the viewport stretched into long, white ribbons. fantastic_mechanic.rar
"Jax?" Hix’s voice came over the speaker, sounding breathless. "We’re doing twelve knots over light speed. How?" The air in the ship was getting thin,
"The hyper-drive's synchronizer is toasted, Cap," Jax said, his voice raspy from inhaling ion fumes. "And by toasted, I mean it’s currently a very expensive paperweight." The ship bucked
Jax looked at the glowing, jury-rigged monstrosity he’d built. "Don't ask me how it works, Cap," he whispered, closing his eyes. "Just don't turn it off."
"Jax, if this blows, we won't even have time to scream," Hix replied from the bridge. "Just punch it, Cap."