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[hr][b]Location:[/b] Engine Room[hr][/center]
[color=9C6F6F]"Oh, so it decides to work when [i]you[/i] hit it with a wrench!"[/color] Cursed technology, it might have just been his old age showing, but he found that he had less and less patience for when machinery didn't comply, whether it was old tech or new. At least old tech was simple enough to get fixed. Usually you just had to bend something back into place. And then the reaver ship arrived. Lionel picked up the nearest communicator and shouted up at the bridge.

[color=9C6F6F]"What are you waiting for!? Do you want me to grab you some engine oil so you can properly lubricate for the impending assfucking the Reavers are here to deliver? Get us the 握住你的屁股 off planetside!"[/color] As much as he'd prefer not to deal with the Alliance, he'd take them over the Reavers any day. If the crew upstairs was too busy shitting their pants, he'd give them as many verbal rear-end kicks as needed to get them moving. And if that didn't work, he'd go up there and do it literally if he had to.