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Starship Graveyard Tom, with uncanny swiftness and urgency, whipped out a rectangular box out of his bag: slamming it onto the ground behind him, the box erected, hissing and clinking and hovering. "DISPENSER UP!" Tom dug into his bag once again, taking out the most crude, slapped-together...

Spire Tom nodded, looking down at his feet. He remained silent for a awkward amount of time, partly because he didn't know what to say and partly because his mind was elsewhere as Tara talked... Tom snapped out of his thoughts, hearing Marie call for him. "In a minute!" He called back. He...

Spire The inventor glanced over at the robot, minding her own business as she served as the group's sentinel. Tom looked into his flask, recalling the times spent on the Downrider, and... Well... ... They burnt up in scrap and flame. Not him or anyone else in the crew, no, but the ship. The...

Spire The rather ragged Tom fumbled and flopped on the ground, sighing with relief. "Man... This's the farthest I've walked in forever!" He flopped on is back, pointing at the surrounding carcasses of space-faring vessels around him. "The idea that these massive ships were once something...

ISS Downrider Cargo Bay The Immediate Vicinity of The Medic from Team Fortress 3. Oh no. "J-Juryrig... Where..." Tom's final waking moments were, essentially, a pain overload, then a drug overload, and then a nanite overload. Generally, Tom's body welcomed the nanites, as that punch hurt too...

The Downrider Once again, the narrator has lost complete control over the variable that is "Juryrig's Current Location", for thus Juryrig disbelieved his own point in space-time. He is now right next to Alioth, deliberately leaning against her with a face full of smug and a bag full of tagged...

Landing Site The bi-minded entity, Juryrig, gave Dahlia a thumbs up. "On it, Blueberry!" He adjusted his bag, and got on a path towards the Wayfarer. Juryrig proceeded to rummage through the scrap heap, rapidly throwing everything that looked nice inside his bag, and tossing aside scrap...

Lower Reactor Control Of course. The Bouncers would be shielded against electricity. They survived that EMP, after all. Oh, and of course they had some sort of rebar railgun. Honestly, a nice trick, it was a cool little gimmick electrokinetics like her could use - PLEASE, THEY'RE TRYING TO...

Lower Reactor "h-houwa- FUCK!" Juryrig snapped his attention up to the ceiling, where there's a pesky hook of seared metal hanging him by his coat. Coat?! The blast knocked him out of his Phase suit, too! In a panic, he tried activating his Blunderbuss. He failed to do so, because it's on the...

"Ah, customers from Earth, welcome! In the Abyss, I am the One with the Means, proprietor of the Store of Many Wares, Phaseolus Vulgaris! BEANS!"

Warehouse The two artificers were beholden to the spectacle of chaos. Big guns, bigger spider, and a lot of bullets. Though out of the two, Juryrig obviously doesn't respond with terror and fear. Instead, he leans against Reman, with his arms crossed. "Yeeeaaaah... I know what I said, I know I...

Upper Control "..." The mad man chuckled, switching from his Blunderbass to the power armor's main weapon, a stylish scythe called RIFTMAKER. Though, he's holding it in a over-the-shoulder style, keeping in mind the space isn't very roomy. "Well isn't that interesting... 'Alioth'. Well, if...

Upper Conduit A purple arm emerged through the unfinished corridor like a ghost in full technicolor, followed by the full body of Juryrig. Juryrig looked to his left and right, assessing the rather cramped environment. "Ah, finally... You know, the whole "ghosting" gimmick of this thing isn't...

Conduit The two-faced thing faced the beast, making eye contact with the creature. It is there that the two voices began to converse at a million miles per hour, by the sheer power of absurdly mutated synapses in their shared, twisted brain. Juryrig lifted his visor; a thin piece of purple...