"Repairs (Vaporization, casual, cons)" By robblu (https://pastebin.com/u/robblu) URL: https://pastebin.com/hMjafj4x Created on: Thursday 1st of September 2016 07:28:22 PM CDT Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 03:27:12 AM UTC “Hi Chief!” “There you are. Fusion chamber's gone out again. I need you to go in there and restart it.” “Oh. Okay! Didn't Capri restart it yesterday?” “She did, and now it's gone out again.” “Why's it gone out again?” Chief Aimee-3364641 gave her junior counterpart an impatient look. Emily-51561497 was just a farmgirl, expendable. Maybe if she'd done three tours like Aimee and made reactor chief she'd be a little bit more important but… well, she hadn't. “Figuring that out is MY job” she reminded the ditzy blonde junior engineer. “Which I can't DO because we don't have MAIN POWER because, I repeat, the fusion chamber's gone out so I need YOU, to go in THERE, and RESTART it! Or is that too hard for your dumb whore brain to figure out?” “Okay, chief, okay! I was just curious!” Emily sniffed and unzipped her work uniform. She shrugged it off and let her hair down as she stood naked in front of the access hatch to the chamber. “Goodbye, I guess. Good luck fixing the problem.” “Whatever...” Aimee muttered, not even bothering to acknowledge the farewell. She watched her instruments carefully as the hatch opened then closed and was locked behind her and the sound of Emily clambering deep into the heart of the megaKelvin reactor faded to a few sporadic tunk… tunk… clonk sounds. Four silent seconds later there was a loud BANG and main power came back online. Aimee sighed and reached over to her terminal. “Chief engineer's log,” she said, and recorded the date. “Another fusion core burnout. Emergency restart completed by junior engineer Emily-51561497. Fusion was sustained for less than twenty-four hours this time and we've got two days to go before we make it back to Vyalarn Station to diagnose and repair the problem and take on replacements. Cause of the failure remains unclear, but it's getting worse. I've only got two junior engineers left after which we'll have to start sacrificing people who actually matter. Will monitor and try to nurse it home. End log.” She stood up and peered through the thick sapphire porthole into the heart of the reactor, where there was now a healthy white glare – a small star, really – hanging in the middle of the containment field. Of Emily, there was no sign. --- TWENTY HOURS LATER “God fucking dammit...” Aimee sighed and tapped the ship intercom. “Junior engineer Sarah-10382479 to reactor core, ASAP.” The captain called down while she was waiting. “Aimee, my ship has stopped moving again...” she said, warningly. “Yes ma'am. I think I know what's causing the problem and it ain't something we can fix at sea. Just gotta restart and make best speed.” “How many juniors do you have now?” “Just one after this restart, ma'am.” “Think we can make it?” “It'll be close, but yeah.” “Okay. Carry on, Chief.” A couple of minutes later, Sarah trotted into the reactor control room, sporting a giant hicky and smeared lipstick. “Took you long enough,” Aimee accused. “Sorry, chief. I was getting a goodbye from Briar-one-oh-five-” “Do I look like I give a shit? I want you to turn that fucking reactor back on not give me your life history.” “...Yes chief. 'Bye chief.” Aimee ignored her. She hunched over her instruments and made careful note of exactly everything that happened in the twenty seconds it took Sarah to take off her clothes, open the reactor hatch, step inside, seal it, and crawl into the heart of the ship's power supply. SLAM! Power came back up and Aimee sighed. “Chief engineer's log...” she began, again… --- EIGHTEEN HOURS LATER “MOTHERFUCKING SHITDAMMIT SON OF A CUNT!” Briar-10562221 sighed. Aimee had called her down in anticipation of another failure and for lack of anything better to do while he waited to die she'd spent the whole time swivelling bored in her chair and sloping off to the bathroom to masturbate. “My turn, chief?” “That's what I called you down here for you stupid slut. Get in there.” “'Bye chief.” “Yeah, sure, whatever.” There was nothing more for Aimee to record. She knew exactly what the problem was, she'd done everything she could. This time, rather than ignoring her subordinate's departure she stood up and watched through the porthole. It was a shame, really. Briar really had an amazingly sexy body, and a talented tongue, too. She'd been a good stress-buster. Now Aimee watched through the sapphire as Briar sealed the hatch behind her, climbed the ladder into the reactor's exact middle. She enjoyed a last look at Briar's shapely body as the junior engineer reached up and hit the reactor prime, counted four seconds, then hit the ignition. She was instantly and briefly reduced to a human-shaped smear of plasma as the reaction restarted itself. --- FIFTEEN HOURS LATER “Chief engineer's log. If the trend holds then the next failure should be in about an hour. We're also, coincidentally, about an hour out from Vyalarn station. I-” The power went. Aimee heaved a huge sigh and glanced over her shoulder at the treasonous reactor then called the captain. “Sorry ma'am. Looks like we're gonna need a tug the rest of the way.” she said. “Fuck that,” Captain Janet O'Malley said. She was a freeborn, one of only five people on the ship with an actual surname. “I'm not paying for a tug. Just restart it again. Do it yourself, seeing as you're too much of an ignorant cunt to keep a reactor burning.” “...Yes ma'am. Goodbye.” O'Malley ended the call without acknowledging the farewell. Aimee grumbled to herself for a second then loaded the log up off emergency power. “Chief engineer's log, Final entry. As the sudden stop in the previous entry suggests, the reactor went again. Captain doesn't want to pay for a tug, so I guess it's my turn to get vaporized… Chief engineer Aimee-3364641 signing off. Good luck to the next engineering crew.” She shrugged off her shipsuit and stomped over to the hatch. “Cheapskate bitch hope she fucking gets eaten by a Rallifrexian hope some alien freak lays an egg in her whore chest while she chokes on its acid dick...” The hatch swung open and she closed it securely behind her. She kept up her litany of complaint as she climbed the ladder. “Three years hard work and not even a fucking thank you would a little fucking courtesy kill her stuck up freeborn princess cunt she can fuck right off out the airlock, like to see her tits explode...” She hit the primer and moved her thumb over to the ignition switch. “One Mississippi, two Mississippi, three Mississippi, four… Bitch.” Unbeknownst to her, the last three girls had all spoken the exact same last words.