02-02-2004, 02:59 PM
Tank was almost neck deep in the innards of his fighter, having had to remove his small storage compartement's access panel to get to the engines. It wasn't going to be the prettiest on-the-job repair, but it would do until he could take it back to the station.
A piece of asteroid had penetrated and damaged some of the circuits of his other engines, leaving him with just one to fly with...and three wings full of holes. He'd be tinkering for a long time at the Store. THen again, so would everyone else.
"Ok...reroute through here...connect this wire to that lead...let's move this circuit board over here....that should do it." Tank pulled himself out of the recess and put the compartment panel back in place. He sat back in his pilots couch and hit the starter controls. With a sputter and a sudden jerk the fighter's last two engines roared to life.
"YES!" He cried happily as he brought his battered fighter around to rejoin the fight. "Now if I only had my comm..." As an excersice in futility he gave it a try anyways.
"Azazel to any RBL fighter or ship in the area, can you read me?"
"Tank? YUBYUB! You're still here?!?" Aslan's voice came back, surprised and joyous.
Tank smirked. "Yeah, had to go back for a quick lunch break at the Bar and Grill. Where you guys need me?"
"Pretty much anywhere. There's a lot of Imperials out there today." Ace's voice came across dryly.
"Copy that. On the way." Tank's fighter screamed into the thick of the fighting, firing away.
A piece of asteroid had penetrated and damaged some of the circuits of his other engines, leaving him with just one to fly with...and three wings full of holes. He'd be tinkering for a long time at the Store. THen again, so would everyone else.
"Ok...reroute through here...connect this wire to that lead...let's move this circuit board over here....that should do it." Tank pulled himself out of the recess and put the compartment panel back in place. He sat back in his pilots couch and hit the starter controls. With a sputter and a sudden jerk the fighter's last two engines roared to life.
"YES!" He cried happily as he brought his battered fighter around to rejoin the fight. "Now if I only had my comm..." As an excersice in futility he gave it a try anyways.
"Azazel to any RBL fighter or ship in the area, can you read me?"
"Tank? YUBYUB! You're still here?!?" Aslan's voice came back, surprised and joyous.
Tank smirked. "Yeah, had to go back for a quick lunch break at the Bar and Grill. Where you guys need me?"
"Pretty much anywhere. There's a lot of Imperials out there today." Ace's voice came across dryly.
"Copy that. On the way." Tank's fighter screamed into the thick of the fighting, firing away.
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Tanker (tangk'er)n. 1. A dusty, crusty, grease-covered, dirty, sweaty, bright eyed, fuzzy faced, haircut-needing, beer-drinking, underrated, over-worked, underpaid, oversexed, little s%#* who can take a Tank and do more battlefield damage in ten minutes than a grunt squad can do all day.
Tanker (tangk'er)n. 1. A dusty, crusty, grease-covered, dirty, sweaty, bright eyed, fuzzy faced, haircut-needing, beer-drinking, underrated, over-worked, underpaid, oversexed, little s%#* who can take a Tank and do more battlefield damage in ten minutes than a grunt squad can do all day.