The Leaky Pilsner

[onca]

~The tractor trailer pulls up in Beaumont's equipment/repair shop, a scored and battle-marked Eagle in Tow. Behind it walks the owner, Scrapper John. He is looking for the chief of the repair shop, Bob Tate, a gruff veteran whom everyone calls "Horace", although no one can remember why~

~Suddenly John hears Horace's voice booming from somewhere in back~

"AAAWWWW you billygoat! You don't machine an impellor blade like that.... aaarrgh it's horrible!"

~John suppresses a laugh~

"Yo Horace! Just came in from Yanagi. Copped a hellava pounding, and some rad damage cutting through Kepler."

~Horace stalks up, and runs his finger and an experienced eye over the various damage points on the Eagle~

"Yep. All right, I'll get it done. Should take about an hour or....."

~Horace is suddenly distracted by some noob at a piece of machinary; he rushes over, hands outstretched~

".... NOOO! Whadaya doing?? Not like tha--aaarrrrgh, you dunderhead!"

~John decides to to leave well enough alone and find the bar~