**Bret stands atop of his vessel, putting a piece of fabricated ship plating ontop of a small hole in the hull with his one arm, fully dressed in coveralls and cradling a plasma welder under his left shoulder...With a deep grunt, he secures the plate with his one arm, holding it down with his legs as he takes the welder from his shoulder....Dropping his goggles back across his eyes, he ignites the torch, applying the flame to the metal in a ball of sparks**
**In his mind**
Bret:...Date....October 22nd...818 AS....Days in space...373.....It seems the life of a junker has come back up to me once again, for here I am, welding ship hulls together with my bare hands...Erm...Hand....*Sigh*...Oh well...My health has gotten better after getting to my feet once again, I can thank Vixen for the "Enjoyable Workouts" we have when she's in system...Hehe...She's getting bigger I can say that, But we still don't know when the little one may be born...
**With a deep lash of fire, Bret moves back as the sparks from the torch spray into his face, causing him him to let a yelp out of pain as the metal burns his fur**
Bret:....Damn those Bretonian Ships who almost destroyed my home!....Damn them!...By the creator, can't a hybrid get a break from the fighting?!...
**With a discontented grunt, he tosses the torch to the side, the flame going out as it hits the ships hull....With a heavy heart he sits back, laying on the hull as a blue orb starts to float near him**
Bret:..Well I see they got you fixed now... Naoko:..//Sir...The technicians, despite being poorly stocked in items needed for my repair, did well to bring me back up to operations Sir... Vessel repairs stand at 38% Sir...Shall I make a request for additional parts to be sent to Islay from our sister ship Sir?\\...
**Bret takes a deep sigh as he moves his goggles from his muzzle, laying them to the sigh as he turns to look at Naoko**
Bret:..Yeah...Also...Send a message to Evyn and Feya as well...We need them to pic up a few things too...But it will be good to send the others...I hope Agatha is all right looking for Charlie in my stead... Naoko:...//Sir...I will proceed to transmit your request immediately\\...
**With a deep hum, Naoko floats off, but Bret sits up and yells to Naoko**
Bret:..And send a message to Loreley on Manhattan!...Tell her she should stop by and help with cleaning the mess up inside the ship's interior!...
**With a deep sigh, Bret falls back to onto the ship's hull, moving his arm behind his head as he stares up to the stations interior gridworking**
Bret:....Oh what a bloody week it's been....I hope I can get this old bird back up and flying once again...
**Bret turns his gaze back to the plasma torch lying on the hull, simply staring at it for a moment before sitting back up...Taking a deep sigh, he reaches out for it and ignites it, looking into the white flame for a moment before shutting it off again.**
Bret:...Well...Better get back to work...
==END OF LOG==
-"If we do not learn at least one thing a day....Our minds turn to stupor"- Kyle Sparrgrove -2005
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