Kurt Meyer
Let Me Push That Button
[member="Kaileann Vera"]
Kurt had gone digging beneath the metal plating of the shuttles deck.
As with most ships there had been a small space for him to slip inside, not much room to wiggle around in, but enough that he could look about and shift without too great a care. Of course there was the issue of actually getting the tools he had left on the table, but for now he didn't really need those. Instead he was peeking and poking through the wires in an attempt to find the thing that mattered most right now, this shuttles hyperdrive and what class it was.
He should have searched those maintenance closets first...but after his last encounter...
Well, it was easier to say that Kurt wasn't really up to stumbling upon another half dozen Dark Troopers.
"Okay..." Kurt slowly said to himself as his fingers pulled back a small mass of wires, the cords loosely pulling to the side and revealing a large metal frame in which sat a smaller box of blue and gray. He smiled slightly, running his fingers over the drive and trying to find any sort of stamp or identifier on it. He was well versed in hyperdrives, having needed to fix the old VCX-820's more than a few dozen times while he'd owned the ship.
Kurt had gone digging beneath the metal plating of the shuttles deck.
As with most ships there had been a small space for him to slip inside, not much room to wiggle around in, but enough that he could look about and shift without too great a care. Of course there was the issue of actually getting the tools he had left on the table, but for now he didn't really need those. Instead he was peeking and poking through the wires in an attempt to find the thing that mattered most right now, this shuttles hyperdrive and what class it was.
He should have searched those maintenance closets first...but after his last encounter...
Well, it was easier to say that Kurt wasn't really up to stumbling upon another half dozen Dark Troopers.
"Okay..." Kurt slowly said to himself as his fingers pulled back a small mass of wires, the cords loosely pulling to the side and revealing a large metal frame in which sat a smaller box of blue and gray. He smiled slightly, running his fingers over the drive and trying to find any sort of stamp or identifier on it. He was well versed in hyperdrives, having needed to fix the old VCX-820's more than a few dozen times while he'd owned the ship.