02-21-2009, 04:37 PM
Brandon lit up a cigarette, and grabbed his rusty old toolbox out of his locker. A majority of the tools they'd need were in the engine bay, to provide faster access.
He led them into the Engine room, and set his toolbox down on the engine nearest to him.
"Heh, this has got to be the easiest job I ever taken...half this shit is computer monitored to the hilt..." he laughed, as he brought up the screen, and read off the maintenance checks the engines did on themselves for the past 10 years while they were in Cryosleep.
He led them into the Engine room, and set his toolbox down on the engine nearest to him.
"Heh, this has got to be the easiest job I ever taken...half this shit is computer monitored to the hilt..." he laughed, as he brought up the screen, and read off the maintenance checks the engines did on themselves for the past 10 years while they were in Cryosleep.
The last mutt standing.
The one and only, Cowboy from Hell.
******
Bury me with my guns on,
So when I reach the other side,
I can show him what it feels like to die.
I can show him what it feels like to die.
Bury me with my guns on,
So when I'm cast out of the skies,
I can shoot the Devil right between the eyes.
