Scission: Precision Instrument

Dylan walked through the doors of Hanger Bay Six to find that Harper was still working in a cloud of solder fumes.  All that was visible of the engineer were black boots and the red cuffs of his cargo pants jutting out of the fighter cockpit. 

"Harper!"

The feet kicked and dishevelled young man in goggles appeared holding a nano wielder.  His face was sooty and drawn. "Yah?"

Harper looked worn.  The emotional roller-coaster he had been riding since the Maru had returned empty had left him looking smaller than ever.

"Andromeda was able to get through to Rev. He should be here by tomorrow.  I thought you would like to know." Dylan walked closer, unconsciously caressing the hull of the deadly looking little craft.  "How is it going?"

"It's in and working I'm just making some minor adjustments."

Dylan raised his eyebrows looking at the wielder.

"Hey! This is a precision instrument!" Harper protectively cradled his favourite accessory.

The captain smiled.  "Let me know when you are ready.  I'll take the first shift-"

"No-" Harper raised his hands in his defence. "Let me.  I'll have to take it out to calibrate anyway.  I'll do a quick sweep."

Dylan studied his acting chief engineer gauging his state.  "Let me know when you are finished and ready to leave."  He nodded and watched the young man slide headfirst back into the cockpit, before heading back to command.