SBC Radio One: Repairs

[Bazza]

Evangeline, having trudged heavy and clumsy tool boxes all the way to her current location, had not been in a very personable mood immediately prior to being previewed to the contents of the room. Whatever attitude control she had left had been instantly disposed of.

You.

Have.

Got.

To.

Be.

Kidding.

Me.

She stared upon the fractured mess before her. A cylindrical electrical engine about the size of a Libertonian male, six foot tall and six foot wide, stood at what was assumed to be the center of the room. From its' top surface a driveshaft extended into the ceiling, although it had been blasted from its' foundations some time prior. What was meant to be the carrier for a bearing embossed into the roof around the shaft had been thrust sideways and, at the same time, crushed against the heavily-laid ceiling plate it passed through, rendering it inoperable. A heavy stain of high-temperature grease lined the cold steel surrounding the injury.

The axle itself had been bent like a banana, the immense force involved transferred throughout the entire assembly, affecting the weakest components the greatest.

Evangeline took a single step into the dimly-lit cavity, only to discover a wet, sloshing sound under her feet. Coolant from a severed high-pressure line filled the bottom of the room, contained only by a small step at the door. Whence the engine had been routed off its' base, the sideways motion had severed one of the rigid coolant lines leading into the motor itself, allowing the contents to spill to the floor.

Evangeline stood in awe for a moment, absorbing the vast swathe of destruction that had been cut before her.

You want me to fix _this_?

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