Combat Salvage 2165
“The junk's Crew Chief stopped them and the rest of the redsuits right after coming through the open airlock. "I am Crew Chief Phipps." Phipps had a lunar drawl, the thick kind that made him sound like an actor. His belly swelled outwards in his exosuit. Big guy like that probably liked spending most of his time on a boat without any environmental gravity. "Do not interfere with my loading mechanisms, my airlocks, or my hatches. Do not obstruct my cockpit tube. I like my cockpit tube clear!" Tha...t gave half the redsuits the snickers. "If you don’t know what something is, then for fuck sakes, don’t ask me, just don’t touch it!" Ellis, Rampone, Willby, Hongston, Wambach, Pasjic, Komora, Parker and Tig entered Audacity’s belly under Phipps' stern gaze and filled up the personnel module’s seats. The gunner rode up top in the turret and Chief Horcheese was above in the cockpit with the pilots. One glow-pecker babysat the reactor in the next compartment. Besides Phipps, the only crewmen in there with the redsuits was the figure hunched over the electronic warfare console set in the starboard bulkhead. "No more seats," Raleigh said as he came down the tube from the cockpit.MoreLess
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