Winter is coming, and so is the storm. Dingo wasn't please. It seemed that it had been part of his life that whenever he's on the tip of completing a task, there's ought to be something that will ALWAYS jolt him out of the smooth ride of life.
Bloody hell. Can't you just wait till I'm done with my last 150th hour of my quota!?
His silent question was replied by the almost inaudible sound of hard ice cracking of the he'd been pounding on with the claws of his mining LEV unit; drowned by the loud howling wind of cold air. Just as he's about to drill deeper, the upper left corner semi-transparent LCD screen was flashing in bright crimson.
WARNING. Drilling mechanism failure. WARNING-
Great timing.
With a touch of a few keys on the control panel, he turned off the auto-mode to move the arms manually. Those suckers in the company should've changed to using the later models, these units are so obsolete, they could've possibly be traded away for a some scooter. With a swift maestro-like swing of his left hand, Dingo easily maneuvered the LEV's left arm to move towards the camera unit that was located on the blank 'face' part of the gigantic mech. The drill doesn't seemed to look faulty, according to his expert point of view. So instead of calling it a day, he brought the dark Khaki painted LEV closer to the massive wall of ice, and knocked the arm against it repeatedly as if it were knocking on a door. Within seconds the arm was spinning again. A boyish grin was instinctively formed on his face, a sign of satisfaction.
"There. Good as new."
"Yeah right, Mr Mechanic-," Angie's voice bursted through the speaker along with heavy static, "-just remember that the moment they break will be the moment you go broke. Those drills alone cost more than your annual salary."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever..."
"Anyhow, we're done for today. There's a heavy storm ahead round the corner, and I don't want to haul your ass up when you freeze all over. Get your LEV back on the ship and we'll be heading back to Antillia till the storm eases down."
"Bla bla bla..," Dingo replied casually, and turn the LEV away from the ice before heading back toward the ship along with Rick and his other fellow colleagues.
"What's with the dull look, Dingo?"
You may crash, beware!
"Shut up!"
"What's that supposed to mean?" Angie sounded a tad bit annoyed by Dingo's rude response.
With a rude bang on the console, the warning message died out, and he maneuvered the heavy machine under the ship, matching its speed before increasing altitude.
"Not you. I'm talking to this giant block here. Okay now Angie, routine stuffs; This is MR1422 Dingo Egret docking, over."
With his confirmation received, the clamps that sticks out from the bottom of the ship clasped onto the LEV's shoulder, and a green light flashed, indicating that he is okay to abort the clumsy jalopy.
"MR1422 Dingo Egret, LEV locked. Welcome back."