Re: Prospect 23
Trey nodded his head once, even though the Privateer could not see him. He then made his way into the cryo-stasis chamber, making certain of the soft seals long before he begins the laborous process of safely moving the Bredren to the shuttle's cargo - and tying them into the power core.
Taking 10 on the Repair DC, w/ Repair +14. Monkey Wrench w/ proper tool +1. Result: 25
.. the recharging was the worse part. It was a reminder that he was burning through his oxygen a lot quicker than he ever intended to with his budgeting. But he was quite literally out of options. The hyperspace anomaly would turn them all to dust soon, and Trey was certain his own failing health was due to more than just extreme isolation. Still, what was the point of worry? Either it'd work, or it wouldn't.
with that in mind, a jaunty little tune was whistled as Trey worked, the deep shadows of a passing hunk of debris occasionally pierced by white hot sparks of the plasma welder as he slowly shifted the cryopods to safety. It was during the last pod that the first real mistake was made: Trey under-estimated the momentum of such a thing, and ran out of floor. Even as he began to dead float into hyperspace, however...
10:40, Today: Trey Uv'secks rolled 24 using 1d20+6. Reflec DC 15.
... reflexes took over. He calmly took aim with the magnetic tether line, and zipped himself back to the Prospect 23. No comment made as he wound the gun back in, and went back to work. When finished, there'll be no time for breaks. He'll have to get the hyperspace module online in the shuttle itself, or find someone to bring it up and take the entire wreck back to real-space - using the shuttle like a parasite clinging to the underbelly of a Aebolith.
"Eh, mon. When I an' I git to da necks planet, what yah gonna be eatan first? Dis tubes, dey don be appeasin' no moh." He chuckles, truly seeming carefree and optimistic despite the grim circumstances.
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