Winwiggie took a sip of what the Deutsche called "beer" and made a face. Beer was barely tolerable when it was fresh and cold and this one was stale and warm and tasted like bitter, day-old-piss.
Or at least how he imagined day-old-piss to taste.

He sighed and crawled back under the machine. His master - Winwiggie had long given up on pretending he was anything but a slave to the Deutsche - had brought it to the shop yesterday and quite angrily demanded that he, Spitz (as the Deutsche called him), would fix the "bloody thing once and for all" and that he, Spitz, shouldn't "dare to add anything stupid like the last time!"

Winwiggie didn't understand. This machine, this "Krad", as they had called it, was spewing obnoxious, stinking fumes. All he had done was add a little something to it that the smell would be nicer and the black billowing smoke it spewed had turned into a nice, light, pinkish color. Sturmbannführer Walther had beaten him with a riding crop afterwards and called him a "degenerate jewish rat".

He wasn't sure what any of that meant, but it didn't sound nice.
Well, he would see if he'd find what was going wrong this time. Apparently, the engine kept stuttering and stopping all the time.

As soon as Winwiggie stuck his head back under the engine, his vision was filled with various pipes, cables, metal sheets, screws, and gears. He took a sigh of relief. Down here, the Deutschen at least couldn't torment him. Down here, it was just him, and his tools - just the way he liked it these days. A bit wistfully, he thought back to the early days, when some of the Deutsche were in a clear minority in his city, and were actually quite curious, kind, and polite..
All that changed when they suddenly took over. He shuddered, and pushed those memories away.
Winwiggie (He refused to call himself Spitz!) let out a small, huffed breath and sigh, before he focused back on his task. Just him, and the tools.

 His  nimble fingers followed a particular hose, that had bulges on some areas, and were rock hard in others. He gave it a little poke. While the hose was opaque and he could not see through, he knew that there was some liquid / gas mixing in there unhealthily.
He scratched his head with a screwdriver in his other hand. What was that liquid/gas mixture again?

Carefully, the little Gnim followed the hose to where it protruded from a canister.
He was sure, while that was one of the problems that this particular engine had, it wasn't what caused the stopping. It was, what would cause the stuttering, and while he was at it, he may as well fix that one, too, before continuing to search for the issue that did cause the stopping.

((18:50, Today: Winwiggie Moonby rolled 10,4 using d10+2,d6, rerolling max with rolls of 8,4.  Repair (+2 from Mech. Incl. ).))
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With his tiny and nimble fingers, Winwiggie was able to reach into the tiny spaces and crevices in the engine and pull out a tiny, half-broken gear, just the size of the palm of his hand, that finally crumbled into three pieces when he gave it a good thump.

He climbed out from under the Krad, wiped the oil from his fur (well... smearing it more into it, it seemed) and started rummaging around the small workshop for a spare part.

(Notice roll... and I'll pull you into the main thread right away, with a little time jump, too.)

He KNEW he had a box somewhere with spare gears of the same or similar size somewhere.
Winwiggie used his wrench to scratch himself behind his right ear, nearly entangling the thing in his thick, messy fur. When was it, that he last was sleek and clean and shiny? Ah... wait... that wasn't quite what he needed. Actually, he had been looking for that particular Winkelschleiferblatt for a different project... But no, he shook his head, trying to get his racing thoughts back into some sort of order.
He had to fix that engine over there first.
"Must not get distracted" he murmured, and dove back into a storage shelf, trying to find the box with the gears...


((07:54, Today: Winwiggie Moonby rolled 2,1 using d8-1,d6, rerolling max with rolls of 3,1.  Notice.))