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Date Posted: 03:46:26 08/21/01 Tue
Author: Lieutenant Brunner
Subject: "Bloody hellfire!"
In reply to: Forge 's message, "Busy busy busy" on 10:26:53 08/19/01 Sun

Brunner was daydreaming when he heard Forge's announcement. The news of his imminent departure on an Away Mission drew him out of his reverie, causing him to drop the magnatomic spanner he was working with. Judging by the angry shout of the poor unfortunate working on the ladder below him, an Away mission might not be the worst thing in the world. Hastily muttering an apology, Brunner straightened up his uniform and tried to wipe the stains from his sleeves. The microgears in his prosthetic arm barely made a sound as he made himself presentable. The gears in his left leg, however, were not so reliable and squeaked ever-so-softly as he walked.

I need to get that fixed before we leave. he thought, annoyed. Can't go on an away team with my damned leg announcing my presence wherever I go.

Finally presentable, Brunner ran his remaining organic hand through his hair to try and bring it under control before setting off for the dining hall with a curt nod to Forge. As he was leaving someone called his name and he spun. With a reflex granted him by his optronic implant, his hand flew up and caught the magnatomic spanner tossed his way by a smiling, if somewhat bruised, technician.

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