Thread: Thalassa (Middle Six)

Name Nickname Jakkon Attire Mechanic's vest Weapon None Location Bowels of the Dragon's Fang Tagging Skylar Davies Time October 1, Early evening Hey Chip, stand by on the Number Two turret diagnostic panel, will you? Standing by. With tools in hand, Jakkon crawled over piping, wiring, and ship superstructure as he moved around inside the very walls of the Dragon's Fang . It was a gift he had, knowing how to move around inside large machines. He'd already gotten a reputation from Skylar Davies and his crew for being a ghost, or a rat in the walls, what with how Jakkon was able to be in one place, vanish, then appear somewhere else in the ship entirely. In fact, Jakkon tried not to even show himself whenever possible. His bunk wasn't actually in the normal crew quarters, but a hidden and hard-to-reach for those who didn't know their way around the jungle gym that was the ship like he did alcove right above the ship's primary reactor itself. It would even be safe to say Jakkon probably knew the Fang better than Captain Davies did. Even so, Jakkon always did his best to stay out of everyone's way and quietly keep the machinery running, because the young kid inevitably fouled up almost anything else with his frequent lack of common sense. Jakkon sometimes wondered that if it weren't for his invaluable genius at mechanics, coming up with jury-rigged upgrades and fancy toys for Skylar and the ship, Skylar might have dumped his backwater butt on a midplanet joint. Presently, Jakkon was crawling inside the actual casing of the second laser turret of the starship, which had been acting persnickety again. He wedged himself into a position in between the weapon's power arrays and the wall, and readied his tools to determine the problem. But first, he needed the weapon online to find the fault. Chip, power up the number two turret, but keep the mount locked in place. I don't want to get crushed to paste in here. Roger that. Locking mount, powering up... Replied the AI of the of the Dragon's Fang , Chip. Chip often helped Jakkon with his work by doing raw calculations and analysis. A mere inch above his face, Jakkon heard a hum and felt a slight heat as the core of the weapon brought itself to life. Suddenly, the tiny space Jakkon was in was filled with sparks as something shorted out. Ow! Cut the power! Cut the power! The sparking died then as the hum stopped. Jakkon smelled an acrid smoke, and with a sudden feeling of dread, looked around the array at what he very much hoped wasn't the problem...no such luck. There it was, a small electronics module, blackened at the contacts and now spewing 'magic smoke', signifying it was utterly destroyed. Jakkon groaned. Not again . He turned his head and glared at what he knew was the culprit, a series of ring arrays around the focusing barrel that looked a bit out of place. Damn power-greedy miltech. Just can't play nice with someone different from you, can you? Still, he cast his cybernetic eye over the array and fed the data back to Chip, who confirmed Jakkon's suspisions. Resigning himself to what it meant, Jakkon yanked out the faulty electronics module and plugged in his dataslab. Chip, open a relay to the number four turret, I need to patch a connection to compensate. Once Jakkon was satisfied, he activated his wrist-communicator, and opened a link to the Captain. Jakkon knew the Captain was somewhere on the latest bar the Dragon's Fang had docked with, the Meteor or the Comet or something. The roughnecks sometimes tried to bring Jakkon along, but he didn't like crowds very much and so always conveniently found something that urgently needed fixing right then. Jakkon to Captain. Sir, the number two turret that your gunner's been complaining about? I'm afraid I've got a little bad news.