It was a particular routine now, and Ren was tired of it.

"Fix my vacuum seals would ya?"
"Listen, would you work on the lube for my axis lift please?"
"The mechanics would take forever to get this done, and I need it by tomorrow"

The young man was seriously wondering why he ever decided to learn how to fix these things instead of just piloting them, which it seemed that the vast majority of pilots here did. He figured that someday he'd possibly break down in a hazard zone and wouldn't have backup, so he'd might as well learn how to patch things up.

The way things were going, he'd never see the inside of a cockpit again, let alone any action.

He slammed down the maintence panel on the gear, and opened a small one nearby. He was never big on revenge or anything, but futzing with the climate controls and imagining that pilot on a four-hour patrol marinating in his own juices, just brought the best grin to his face.

Wiping the grease from his hands uneffectively with a grease-soaked rag, he decided that he had enough and it was time for a shower. Perhaps he would have time later to visit Dazil and get some shopping done, he was never satisfied with the selection of fruit in Solaris, it just didn't have much -taste-.

Catching a lift back up to his quarters, he thought about the cocky little corporal flyboy that would be frying in his seat later that day, and he chuckled.