Breaking the Spirit

[Heresy]

By now, Tim knew his ship inside out, from its hull schematics to the molecular composition of the wiring that was installed. Despite the ridiculous damage that his Eagle had sustained, repairs proceeded smoothly. Tim was wealthy enough as a Freelancer to have many spare parts, and he put these to good use. Engine manifolds were fixed, sensor arrays were patched up and hull plates were welded, all in good time.

Stepping back from his work over the week, repairing his Eagle, he admired the results. The ship was as customised as it could get without being illegal. The H-fuel injectors were tweaked for maximum thrust capacity, the nav computer software had been upgraded so it wouldn’t collide with every other rock in an asteroid field, and he had finally decided to apply a paint job to his pride and joy.

Exhausted from his week of labour, Tim slumped against the wall in his make-shift shipyard and promptly began to doze off.

*Ding dong*

“...ugh... that has got to be the worst timing in Sirius, ever! Who could it possibly be, just after I finish my work.”

Tim wandered to the front door of his cosy residence and opened the door. His eyes didn’t believe it at first, and he just squinted at the sight before him with his mouth wide open.

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