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Crosshair wakes to the sound of someone banging around outside the ship. It’s the same sound he fell asleep to. Sighing, he checks his chrono. His sleep cycle is almost over, not even enough time to make it worth trying to fall asleep again. Which means that Tech has been at his repairs for nearly a full standard rotation.
Rolling out of the upper bunk, he nearly catches his leg on Wrecker’s sprawled arm where his brother is sleeping soundly below. Hunter is at the nav computer, looking half asleep himself, although he gives Cross a nod of acknowledgement.
“Good luck getting that di’kut to take his sleep cycle,” he mutters. “Worse than a kriffing tubie.”
Crosshair chuckles.
The hatch is open, and Crosshair trundles down the ramp. The air is cool and damp, a rolling mist covering the ground. It swirls and moves as he walks through it.
“Tech,” he calls out.
The banging sound continues, uninterrupted.
“Tech!”
A reprieve of silence. “I am here.”
Crosshair comes around to where the Marauder’s innards are pouring out of an open panel. “When was the last time you slept?”
Tech examines a cable. “Irrelevant.”
“Wrong.”
“We are stuck on this planet until I finish repairs.”
“I’ll take over. Go to bed.”
Tech gives him a scathing look. “You do not know how.”
“We all have a basic understanding of mechanics, Tech. I think I can handle checking cables while you get some sleep.”
“I would rather finish myself.” As he says so, Tech touches two wires together. Electricity cracks, and the engineer lets out a sharp yelp.
Crosshair grins. “I didn’t know electrocuting yourself was part of the process.”
“Kriff off.”
“You must be tired if you’re resorting to bad language,” Crosshair says.
Tech regards him with a deadly look, but Crosshair is unperturbed.
“Fine, I will take a short rest,” Tech says at last. “Please refrain from touching anything .” Tech walks away, cursing under his breath.
Crosshair smiles. “And that’s how it’s done.”