H: Did you know that you can use Duct Tape to patch your space space suit a pinch?
A: I believe you are trying to deceive me. To make me feel better about the situation you have got us into.
H: Aww. Don't be like that. It works, I promise, I've done it before.
A: That does not surprise me. -- Anon Guest
"We only have soft atmospheric livesuits. They're not rated for micrometeor impact."
"No worries," cheered Human Adam. "I've got a crate of ductape!"
Ordinarily, this would be a nonsequiteur, but from the mouth of a Human, this was a harebrained scheme that had a ninety-eight percent chance of working horrifyingly well and a two percent chance of blowing something up in the process. "This is going to be Havenworlder Safe, right?"
"Uuuuuh..." said Human Adam. Always a danger sign. "Yeah, I can make it Havenworlder Safe. You're at level two so this should be fine. It's gonna be great. Promise."
The chances of something blowing up just increased to five percent.
"The real trick is the compressed air gun to steer us to our destination once we're out there. I can probably make it shoot projectiles so we can give the other guys something to think about."
Make that fifty percent.
Human Adam was already taking apart station bulkheads and cutting them to measure with a small acetylene torch. Judging by his laughter, the odds were increasing in Explosions' favour. "Great news! I can make this bomb proof for you, but you won't be able to move until a crew can cut you out of it."
Frex took some calming breaths and a minor sedative. "The way your plan is shaping up, I don't think I want to be able to move during this flight. Either that, or simply jet myself away from the blast zone as quickly as possible"
"Aaaaah, you say that about all my plans." He had ductape, re-inforced bulkheads, and a small cutting torch. He was as happy as a Human could be in the middle of an emergency.
"Only because I am correct."
It was later. Explosions had definitely happened. Fortunately for Frex and Human Adam, they had happened to other people. Frex had been cut free of their protective bubble and Human Adam was still receiving treatment for relatively minor injuries[1] earned during their flight.
"You should'a seen it," Human Adam was babbling in excitement. "A chain reaction right town the line. Pop-pop-popop POP! It was beautiful. Sheer poetry."
"Please sit still," said the Medik.
"This," announced Frex, "is why we can't have nice things."
[1] As in - the same wounds may well have killed Frex, but a Human could easily walk them off.
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