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"The hyper-drive's synchronizer is toasted, Cap," Jax said, his voice raspy from inhaling ion fumes. "And by toasted, I mean it’s currently a very expensive paperweight."

For the next six hours, Jax worked in a fever dream of sparks and profanity. He stripped the plating from the kitchen’s microwave emitter. He salvaged a crystal from a broken navigation buoy they’d picked up for scrap. He even used his own prosthetic finger—the one with the built-in screwdriver—as a permanent conductive bridge. fantastic_mechanic.rar

The air in the ship was getting thin, that metallic, recycled taste of a dying vessel. The crew huddled in the galley, watching the shadows dance as Jax’s welding torch flared in the hold. "Ready?" Jax croaked into his comms. "The hyper-drive's synchronizer is toasted, Cap," Jax said,

"Jax, if this blows, we won't even have time to scream," Hix replied from the bridge. "Just punch it, Cap." He salvaged a crystal from a broken navigation

Jax slumped against the bulkhead, his lungs burning, his prosthetic hand a melted ruin. He pulled a crumpled cigarette from his pocket, realized he had no lighter, and simply held it in his mouth.

"We’re drifting in the Void, Jax. If we don’t get moving, the scavengers will find us before the oxygen runs out."

Hix slammed the lever forward. In the engine room, the improvised synchronizer groaned. The microwave emitter glowed a violent purple, and the scrap crystal began to vibrate so fast it blurred. Jax stood inches away, holding a heat shield made of a cafeteria tray, his eyes wide.