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Chapter 20: To Titan

The hanger echoed with the sounds of welding and tools clanking against metal as Amanda Holliday leaned against a workbench, her grease-streaked hands tapping idly on a datapad. Adam approached, his expression a mix of weariness and frustration. Blush hovered at his shoulder, her crimson eye glowing faintly as she took in the chaotic repair bay.

"Holliday," Adam called, his voice gruff but steady. "What's the status on my ship?"

Amanda looked up, her sharp eyes meeting his with a faint smirk. "Oh, you mean that heap you call a jumpship? Yeah, about that… it's all sorts of fucked." She motioned for him to follow her toward the ship.

The vessel sat in the middle of the bay, its battered hull covered in scorch marks and patches of exposed wiring. The once-proud Space-Age Lancelot-class jumpship looked like it had seen one too many close calls—and lost.

"The engine?" Adam asked, his tone clipped.

Amanda shook her head, waving a wrench toward the rear of the ship. "Needs a full overhaul. I'm talking complete teardown and rebuild. The thrusters are barely holding on, and don't even get me started on the fuel lines."

Adam frowned, crossing his arms. "What about the hull?"

She snorted, slapping the side of the ship's cabin. "You've got enough breaches to make a sieve jealous. Cabin's not holding pressure, which—by the way—is kinda important if you like breathing in space."

Blush chimed in, her tone dry. "Breathing is a bit of a preference for most Guardians."

Amanda ignored the Ghost and continued, walking toward the nose of the ship. "Most of your nav sensors aren't reading squat. I've got them pulled apart on my bench, but it's gonna take time to figure out what's fried and what's salvageable."

Adam rubbed his temples, his patience thinning. "So how long are we talking?"

Amanda tilted her head, pretending to think. "Mmm… depends. If I bust my ass? Maybe a week. But that's if everything cooperates, which, spoiler alert, it probably won't."

Adam sighed deeply, his hand brushing against the hilt of his blade. "Anything else?"

Amanda grinned, leaning back against the workbench. "Well, since you asked… she could use a new coat of paint. Really tie the whole mess together. Maybe some racing stripes?" Her grin widened, clearly enjoying herself.

Blush floated closer to Adam's ear, her voice low. "I think she's enjoying this a little too much."

Adam groaned, shooting Amanda a withering glare. "Just get it done. No paint."

Amanda saluted mockingly with her wrench. "Whatever you say, boss. But if you change your mind, I've got a nice shade of crimson that'll match that temper of yours."

Adam turned sharply and began walking away, Blush trailing behind him. "Let's just hope the engine doesn't fall out mid-flight."

Amanda called after him, her laughter echoing through the hanger. "No promises, sweetheart!"

Adam rejoined the group in the common area, his expression sour. Blush floated beside him, her crimson eye flickering slightly as though sharing his frustration. Blake, Yang, Weiss, and Penny looked up as he approached.

Yang was the first to speak, leaning back with a smirk. "So, what's the verdict on that bucket of bolts you call a ship?"

Adam scowled. "Amanda says it's going to take at least a week to fix. Engine's shot, hull's a mess, nav sensors aren't working, and apparently, it's so bad it even needs a new coat of paint."

Blake raised an eyebrow, her tone incredulous. "That thing got us here?"

Weiss crossed her arms, her voice dripping with disbelief. "I'm honestly amazed it didn't fall apart mid-flight."

Yang laughed, shaking her head. "No wonder you're so grouchy all the time. Riding around in that deathtrap would make anyone cranky."

Adam glared at them, but before he could retort, Penny stepped forward, her expression bright and eager. "We could use my ship!" she offered cheerfully. "It will be a tight fit, but it's in excellent condition."

The group turned to look at Penny, their surprise evident. Yang blinked, then grinned. "Wait, you've got a ship? Why didn't you say so earlier?"

Penny clasped her hands together, her tone earnest. "I didn't think it would be necessary, but if Adam's ship is out of commission, I'm more than happy to help."

Blake nodded, her expression softening. "Thank you, Penny. That'll save us a lot of time."

Weiss, ever pragmatic, added, "We should start transferring what we need immediately. If it's a tight fit, we'll have to prioritize supplies."

Adam sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Fine. But I'm flying."

Penny tilted her head, a playful smile on her face. "Oh, I wouldn't recommend that. I have excellent piloting capabilities—much safer than any of you."

Yang burst out laughing. "She's got you there, Adam."

Adam muttered something under his breath, earning a satisfied hum from Blush. Penny's cheerful demeanor seemed to brighten the room, the tension easing as they began to plan their next move.