Test Drive Meme: Situation Normal, All F-ed Up

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Welcome to the Space Olympics.
All the oxygen has run out,
and someone who will not be named
accidentally hit self-destruct!

Everyone was having a good time visiting a small trading outpost for a hoverball tournament when it suffered from a terrible accident. Now, all the life support is failing and the self-destruct timer is counting down the minutes! Worse, Outbound Flight herself isn't docked, too busy gathering mineral resources in the area, and it won't arrive before the countdown runs to zero.

Will you run for it? Steal a shuttle? Use the emergency escape pods? Help civilians? Push them out of the way? Use your l33t engineering skills to fix the system malfunction? Punch something? Try EVA? Cry a lot?

Act quickly, because any way you slice this, you're not going to have much time before the air running out is the least of your concerns...

Comments

[gunholic]

[It definitely took Axl some willpower to avoid twitching as Jacint approached. Bad Sith. No biscuit.]

You know, if you really want to learn bomb disposal, I can show you later.

[Well, post-production model it looked like. That made it easier. He started sorting the wires, tracing what went where without pulling any out just yet. If he could disconnect it from the systems in question, it would be pretty simple to toss the actual detonator out an airlock.]

[cepicorpus]

[But he can't see what's going on from way over there! It's not ideal at all!]

Is okay, can watch now. Won't get in way.

[That's probably not at all reassuring. How much harder is it to do things while being watched like a hawk? At least he's not getting closer, but Jacint is definitely not moving away again. Yet.

He has no idea what that whole nest of wires and stuff is, electronics aren't his area of expertise. While the temptation to begin asking questions is nearly overwhelming, for the moment it's firmly squelched. It may or may not last.

But there is definitely some fidgeting going on.]

[gunholic]

[Axl growled a little under his breath, but he kinda didn't have time to argue. At least red guy was keeping his word about staying out of the way.]

If you get irradiated, I am so not cleaning up the pile of goo.

[Wires sorted, Axl started picking out the ones he needed, wrapping them around the fingers of one hand. He'd pull them all at the same time when he was done-- safer that way than to risk a short and accidentally triggering something. Soon enough he had all the lines into the detonator isolated and, after a brief moment where he closed his eyes and hoped it would work, he tugged them all free.]