Reaver Mercenary Co.

[Athenian]

The technician took his screwdriver from his box and examined the muzzle.

"Hmm, over-heating I'd say."

The mercenary finished eating his cigar and washed it down with something awful from a hip flask.

"So you can fix it, yes?"

The technician went through the histrionics of repairmen the galaxy over, inhaling through clenched teeth, shaking his head and demonstrating with his eyebrows that he was performing some complex mental arithmetic involving addition and multiplication and base 60.

"Yeah, sure, but you know, the parts may not be in stock, and things being what they are with the backlog of work I have..."

The mercenary groaned inwardly.

"Let me see what I can do."

He set to work. Around half an hour in to cleaning the coolant tube, he noticed the unusual design of the other cannons on the ship. Peering closely at the information panel on one of the ...was it a pulse gun?....he read

[font=Fixedsys]"Made in Gamma by Pirating Bastard Corsair Enterprises. Point business end at miners."

Throwing down his screwdriver, he stormed off to complain to the shop foreman, who was asleep in his office, dreaming about radishes, strangely enough.

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