The docking bay.

[Guest]

The docking bays were busy as usual, the fighter patrols coming and going, Alcatraz depot a rather busy place for such a small station. A reserved space of the dry docks were meant for the tagged rogue ships, the wing consisting mainly of fighters and bombers did not take up too much space, yet not the most friendly places for the resident mechanics, who, upon entering the area were busily shooed by a tall and rather thin man named Andrew, who was a force to reckon with...when in a fighter, at least. The man wasn't the most handsome lad around, but he had all his limbs and it was good for a start. His voice though was not the most pleasant, when he was annoyed, and once again the docks were echoing with it, as he was making sure another tech ran as fast as he could from the odd man, who was threatening to bust his head open with a pipe wrench.

...wires! Blue one goes BEHIND the yellow and FIVE inches from the capacitor ya git! Catch you once more makin' ma ships crappy and ya be usin' a nail file to scrape the rust off the transports!

Mort shook his head and returned to the Hyena he was taking apart, the engines half disassembled and the gunmounts were ripped open. Another lovely mess, but he was a man, who made sure he did his job right. He didn't let any other mechanics near his ships, believing only he knew how to truly fix them up.

He sighed and returned to tampering with the engine's wiring, feeling, they did not really shut off quick enough, when needed, a simple problem to fix, but to get to it, almost a ton of armor and pipes of all sizes needed to be removed and labeled, so he would know where to place them back.

He couldn't help but to smile warmly at the ship like it was his child

Just o lil' more fixes, ma darlin', and yall be flyin' again, shreddin' those navy bombers like butter...

So tampered up in his fiddling, he wouldn't hear anyone sneaking up on him, but not many did, the odd man carried his pipe wrench around everywhere, even if it wasn't needed at all, the occasional glass of spirits at the bar didn't propose much of a threat, for example...