Shailagh dangled almost precariously from her Magecha's collar. Her gaze was intently focused upon the joint between the head and torso. She yelled down, seemingly to no one. [color=ec008c]"Donella, move the head up! I need more space."[/color] The head raised, but a sickening grinding noise permeated the storage bay. Shailagh grumbled loudly. [color=ec008c]"Stop, that's good. Damn manticore damaged the joint. It better not be a needle."[/color] She fit the upper third of her body into the joint, flicking on a work light inside to give her a better view. She got to see what she dreaded. A manticore needle wedged itself into the joint and cut a lubrication line.

[color=ec008c]"Sonofa! Donella, I need a plasma cutter and an arc welder! And a welding mask too!"[/color] A loud hiss of depressurization echoed through the bay as the back of the chest opened to the cockpit. Out came Donella, a very aquatic looking type of fey. She laughed for a moment and gave her wife a sarcastic response as she left to get the items requested. [color=00a99d]"Well, we wouldn't need that if you had listened to me and took cover instead of trying to pin it and lockjaw it."[/color]

Shailagh rolled her eyes at Donella's antics. She didn't give it a response as she needed to prep the area. There were secondary fragmentations of needles in the joint, partially from moving the head, mostly from extra needles hitting armor on the way in. She picked out the smaller pieces easily enough, but she had to grab a couple tools to pry and pull the other fragments out. Some were stubbornly stuck within the mechanisms. Luckily, her Magecha was durable enough that things like this barely did anything to its overall functionality.