Nik Woverius Rillians
Moron by Day, Idiot by Night.
Nik was somewhere between decks, wedged in an engineering crawlspace when the ship finally made its landing. He was tracking a dodgy read-out from water reclamation. TD was a ways behind, shining a light over his shoulder as he inspected the endless snaking mess of pipes that gave them hot showers, flushed their collective dumps and then turned those dumps back into usable water. At best, the diagnostics said, they were effectively converting waste at 76%. Unless the diagnostics computer was boned, which wouldn't have surprised him on this heap. Not ideal by any ones measure.
"Hold up," he spoke to the astromech, his voice bouncing up the narrow space. "That'd do it...yep.." the metal grating to the right hand side, about a three inch section below the pipes and cabling, had been eaten through. He put a hand on the pipe, running it along its length for about thirty centimeters above the rusted mess below. His finger caught on something ragged and he squinted to get a better look. "Swing that light over here a bit." an old ass weld, probably a quick fix from the ships ancient past. Excess pressure in the ancient pipes must have bust it, but not enough to separate the pipes. He guessed, judging by the water damage to the metal below, that it had been steadily getting worse when the system was taxed. "Pass me that sealant, would'ya TD." the droids retractable arm did so, with a low titter and whistle. "Yeah, there isn't a hope in hell this is the only one." Nik responded as he set the sealant guns nozzle to the afflicted area and applied a spaceship band-aid. "The whole system needs ripped out, along with the wiring and brought up to spec. We're one flush and a light switch away from exploding."
Nik handed the gun back to ThunderDome and sighed. It was hot as balls in here, he thought wiping his forehead with his sleeve. "Okay, I'm going to have a poke around whatever rinky dink one bantha settlement we've set down at." he began and he could already hear the grumblings lining up in the droids processing unit as he crawled away on all fours to the light at the end of the tunnel. "Keep up the good work buddy!" he called back with a grin.
Rillians was on the ramp about the time the Mando finished grilling a dockworkers balls. "Rust remediation. HA!" Nik barked and slapped the man on the shoulder as he and the Mando passed. "Good bloody luck with that one mate."
"Hold up," he spoke to the astromech, his voice bouncing up the narrow space. "That'd do it...yep.." the metal grating to the right hand side, about a three inch section below the pipes and cabling, had been eaten through. He put a hand on the pipe, running it along its length for about thirty centimeters above the rusted mess below. His finger caught on something ragged and he squinted to get a better look. "Swing that light over here a bit." an old ass weld, probably a quick fix from the ships ancient past. Excess pressure in the ancient pipes must have bust it, but not enough to separate the pipes. He guessed, judging by the water damage to the metal below, that it had been steadily getting worse when the system was taxed. "Pass me that sealant, would'ya TD." the droids retractable arm did so, with a low titter and whistle. "Yeah, there isn't a hope in hell this is the only one." Nik responded as he set the sealant guns nozzle to the afflicted area and applied a spaceship band-aid. "The whole system needs ripped out, along with the wiring and brought up to spec. We're one flush and a light switch away from exploding."
Nik handed the gun back to ThunderDome and sighed. It was hot as balls in here, he thought wiping his forehead with his sleeve. "Okay, I'm going to have a poke around whatever rinky dink one bantha settlement we've set down at." he began and he could already hear the grumblings lining up in the droids processing unit as he crawled away on all fours to the light at the end of the tunnel. "Keep up the good work buddy!" he called back with a grin.
Rillians was on the ramp about the time the Mando finished grilling a dockworkers balls. "Rust remediation. HA!" Nik barked and slapped the man on the shoulder as he and the Mando passed. "Good bloody luck with that one mate."