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- Apr 22, 2014
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The ship bay was loud, filled with the sounds of drills, hydrospnners, tools, and other machines fixing and repairing frigates and freighters that stopped by for a tune-up. James sported a tank top and a pair of khaki cargo pants which were covered in grease and engine oil as he dropped down from the ship he was working on. It was a low enough platform that he could fall without seriously getting hurt.
"Hey, Kidd, could you get me that Power-Beam Saw on the workbench over there?" Asked a short, plump, bulky bald man as he poked his head out of the maintenance shaft he was working on on a large freighter.
"Sure thing, boss," James called back up as he went to pick up the requested tool.
"Hey, Kidd, could you get me that Power-Beam Saw on the workbench over there?" Asked a short, plump, bulky bald man as he poked his head out of the maintenance shaft he was working on on a large freighter.
"Sure thing, boss," James called back up as he went to pick up the requested tool.