>>5282649Not planning on wasting any precious time, you leave Kyla to look over the damage and make your way to the cargo bay, looking for your power armor.
What you find is... a mess, honestly. most of the crates in here were strapped down, but those that weren't, and some of the heavier ones that were, have been strewn all over the place.
Their contents have also mostly spilled, leaving sheets and ingots of metal scattered around and in some cases, stabbed into walls or other crates like giant throwing stars.
"Shit, what happened in here?"
"You made a giant goddamn mess, that's what!" Sanig yells from across the room. Looks like he's printing out some sheets of glass.
<span class="mu-i">"I prioritized the crew. The generator was overloaded, leaving little room to dampen acceleration elsewhere in the ship. Some of the turns you pulled exceeded ten gees, though only for a few seconds at a time."</span>
"Holy shit, how did i not pass out? ...Did i? I don't remember."
<span class="mu-i">"Your blood pressure was extremely high during the entire fight. That's all i know."</span>
"Alright... it doesn't matter right now anyways."
Searching the room, you find your armor under a pile of crates. It takes you a minute to dig it out and get it back upright.
There are scratches all over the oxidized coating covering it's surface.
"Ahh, man. She got a little toasty, huh?"
"If by that you mean you cooked the hell out of it, yeah. I'll keep that in mind for the next iteration."
"...Thanks, Sanig."
Thankfully, your tool cabinet hasn't gone anywhere, and the drawers were locked, so you find a spare sonicator pretty quickly.
Wielding it as carefully as you can, you remove the welds covering the attachment points on the back armor plates. Then you grab a socket wrench and start loosening them.
"What are you up to over there, kid? Something wrong with it?"
"Yeah. The cooling system's fried, and i need it working again, ASAP."
"Probably a damned MOSFET. Things are always overheating."
"I'm hoping that's it."
After peeling away a few layers of armor, you reach the suit's onboard computer. You don't have to look for very long, because there's a nice white shit-stain all around, you guessed it, a MOSFET.
"Yeah, there's your problem." You grumble.
"Here, kid." Sanig says, tossing you an identical replacement.
"Nope, it'll just burn out again. We have a way of fixing things like this back on earth."
As soon as the printer is done with it's latest glass piece, you toss the transistor in and have it copy the design. Fortunately something so simple isn't copy-protected.
Then you just print one that's three times the size, with a big copper heatsink on the back.
"...Kid, that's not a fuse. You can't just shove a bigger one in and-"
After quickly welding the leads in, you hear the suit's heat pump kick in like nothing ever happened.
"Alright, so it works. But that just means something else is going to burn out instead." Sanig grumbles.
"Good. Let it run till it pops, like god intended."
