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[hr][b]Location:[/b] Engine Room[hr][/center]

[color=9C6F6F]"The engine has been having a hissyfit and spitting sparks, take a wild guess what happened."[/color] Lionel yelled over the aforementioned engine on the verge of breakdown. The whole thing might have well have been held together with scotch tape, Elmer's glue and good intentions and now Captain Crowe was demanding that they were to push it [i]even further.[/i] Well, with the engine on the brink of failure and the engineer in a similar situation he chalked this up to all else failing. 

He didn't have the knowledge of how the engine worked, but his old brain still retained the ability to remember instructions from way back, and considering there wasn't time to ask for further instruction, he followed up on the only course of action that came to his mind. He rushed across the engine room, doing his best to avoid sparks, blow ups and irritating ship personnel to make his way over to a specific drive Gideon had told him about before the Reavers showed up. With a running start he pulled his leg back and gave it the best, high-powered soccer kick he could give it. Hopefully this would produce the desired result. At worst... best not to think too hard about that scenario.