...a slow, creaking glance aside at his beloved machine. Who was he kidding; if he tried to do this all himself he'd probably have given the other privateers a day's head start by the time he was done.
He gave a heavy sigh, leaning against the DAHAK's frame. A panel slipped open, and several tools fell out to clatter against the drydock's floor.
A second look was turned toward the small stranger. "...you're good with machines?"
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...a slow, creaking glance aside at his beloved machine. Who was he kidding; if he tried to do this all himself he'd probably have given the other privateers a day's head start by the time he was done.
He gave a heavy sigh, leaning against the DAHAK's frame. A panel slipped open, and several tools fell out to clatter against the drydock's floor.
A second look was turned toward the small stranger. "...you're good with machines?"