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[hr][b]Location:[/b] Common Area->Engine Room[hr][/center]

Lionel sighed. He figured that he was going to get put back to use soon, and as far as tasks went, it was something he didn't mind doing. He spit out his half chewed toothpick and pulled himself out of the chair. His first destination was not the Engine room where Gideon was no doubt working on trying to fix the shit that he himself had likely broken while the heat of both Anisa and the impending Alliance pigu jiǎo kǒng was pouring down directly on his neck. No, his first place of business were his own quarters, where there were a few important items to collect.

First was his knife. Lionel had many knives for all sorts of purposes, and almost all of them ended up embedded in human flesh at some point or another. However, he had one knife that he preferred above all others, one which he didn't usually have the opportunity to use since the Reaver incident some months ago. Fourteen inches from tip to pommel, razor sharp and with just enough weight to hack into tough cuts of meat without becoming overly cumbersome to swing around.

Second was a flask of vodka he had sitting on top of his dresser. It was left open and just over halfway empty. There wasn't anything particularly special about this vodka or the flask it was in, Lionel merely felt that the presence of alcohol would help this whole situation. Now equipped with a murder weapon in one hand and lubricant for violence in the other, the elderly businessman made his way back down to the Engine Room. Once there, he simply leaned against a wall and watched Gideon.

[color=9C6F6F]"Don't mind me, just keep doin' what you're doin'. I'm just here for some... educational enrichment. Captain Crowe wants me to see if I can make you hurry up, but you and I both know that you can't rush delicate machinery like this. Best case scenario is that we get into the Black and then the engine breaks down again, leaving us stranded."[/color] Lionel set down the vodka gingerly and walked over to the engine, picking up a nearby wrench that was lying on the ground.

[color=9C6F6F]"I mean it's not like all our mechanical issues can be resolved with just a single, good [i]whack![/i]"[/color] Lionel swung the wrench at one of the bigger, sturdy-looking parts of the engine with the solid chunk of metal known as a wrench.