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[center][b][u][color=white][h2] The Arcadian - 24 September 2190 - Main Engineering Deck [/h2][/color][/u][/b][/center]

[center][b][u][color=white][h2] Douglas 'Hobby' Hobbs [/h2][/color][/u][/b][/center]

“Yeah old guy doesn’t miss too many meals,” Chalkin said, giving the Medic a wan smile. The pair of techs seized Hobby by the shoulders of his jumpsuit and dragged him up against the wall.Hobby’s eyes cracked open and he sucked in a huge breath of smoky air which made him cough.

“Well I’m ten pounds lighter than I was a minute ago thanks to you,” the old Chief snarked at Chalkin, waggling the stump of his arm to prove the point. The tech laughed but the relief in his voice was evident for all to hear. Hobby thought the young idiot might have hugged him if he had space to do so.

“Yeah well no fucking charge,” Chalkin joked weakly
The engineering bay was unusually quiet as every member of the crew had downed tools to gawk, first at the accident and now at the surprisingly digital medical drama. Hobby glared at them.

“Hey! Someone declare a fucking holiday? Get back to work!” Hobby roared, he went pale and started to cough.

“Fucking…” he wheezed.

“Not as much blood as the first time…” Hobby observed looking sadly down at the mangled mass of electronics, “But fuck me if it doesn’t half sting.”

“Someone rebalance the god damned gas mix!” he roared.

“Right right boss we are on it, you just listen to the nice medic lady,” Chalkin calmed.

“Listen here you little prick, if my arm wasn’t smashed under a half ton of steel I’d pick it up and beat you to death with it,” Hobby hissed through a clench toothed smile.


“Right… I'm rebalancing the gases as we speak, don’t even worry about it!” Chalkin vanished so fast he almost literally left his outline in the smoke, the trick sparing him from another round of caustic insults.

“The kid will go far.. If I don't strangle him to death,” Hobby observed then turned his gaze to the doctor.

“Well what about it doc?” he asked Anna through pursed lips. By now a sheen of sweat was glistening beneath his thinning hair.

“Will I ever play the violin again?”