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You go to wipe yourself clean with the wrap, when you realize that it is coated in ooze from the worm. And when you go to pull out another wrap to at least clean your helmet off, you find that everything you have has been liberally slimed by that damned worm. Fucking damn it all. As you do your best to get the sensitive stuff clean, you spare a moment to look over your shoulder at the other wrecker - who is still picking away at the hull by the bay door. Now, of course sound doesn't travel in space - but vibrations can still travel through metal. You have to believe he would have noticed something, he isn't too far away and it is not like he is working with an impact driver or something. Damn it all, you are practically on top of each other, and he couldn't even be bothered to say anything at all to you! You shouldn't be surprised, of course, people don't typically stick their necks out for each other around here - but it is still lousy to be reminded of that unfortunate fact in such a dramatic way. He didn't even get on the radio! Of course, neither did you, but the last thing you want to de near an aggressive conduit worm is start to mess around with electronics.
If your old 'mentor' Jibbs was here, he would have told you to that there are friends and there are marks, and that you should have baited that worm over there, and let them kill each other. Not only would it have been less risky than fighting it yourself, you would have gotten these eggs, the conduit in the ceiling <span class="mu-i">plus</span> whatever the other wrecker had on him. Grandfather, on the other hand, would never condone doing something like that ... though he would probably insist on you beating the wrecker up for turning his back on you like that. Uncle though, he would have said that the worm was your problem, that you and you alone must deal with it, and that neither of you have any obligation to the other. Oh, he really lived by that fucking sentiment didn't he. You only lived with the man for a month and a half before he indentured you out as a cabin boy, knowing full well the sorts who -
No, no no. You can't do this. Not now, on an EVA. Or ... ever. Just, conduit. You need that fucking conduit.
