6th Command; Video

[aggravating]

[Given what's happened lately? Tony's looking even more sleep deprived as usual. And more than a little fed up with... well, with just about everything]

Few things, ship.

One: The food here is crap, and I want a cleaning service. Or a car. Or both.

Two: I think I kind of promised someone a particle accelerator. I claim time extension rights considering my first port and a goddamn flood.

Which brings us to three. Sorry kids, bed offers expired.

[Filtered to Maintenance/Repair/Lab Wardens and such]
Pretty sure you guys have been told about me. But I'm kind of a big deal in engineering, robotics, and math.

So here to serve or whatever.

[Private to Charles]
I need you to back me up. I'll trade ignoring your trigger happy friend for it.

Basically, I need spare arc reactors. And I need to build them, and have people not know what the hell they actually are. And since I'm an inmate that's probably gonna require your word that they're not some sort of bomb.

[Private to Steve]
Do I need to tell you to shut up about the arc reactor, or is that kind of a given?

Comments

[aggravating]

[He just sort of grins at that]

Is this one of those fun marriage kills stories, because I live off of those.

[Not that... he's thinking marriage with Pepper. God. He'd rather jump off the deck than think about that in any realistic term right now. He's barely able to wrap his mind around dating let alone-

Oh God n i g h t m a r e s.]

[umgekehrt]

Well, not as such. More 'if a man is passionately devoted to his husband and his husband is murdered due to a bureaucratic accident that was likely no accident, and then you let him back to being chief engineer, there's a better than even chance he'll snap one day and blow up the whole damn ship just to spite the Bench government.'

...mind if you reduce that far enough 'marriage kills' is one interpretation.

I miss the Ragnarok, Wheatfields included. I just don't recall why.

[aggravating]

[That's a low, impressed whistle]

Damn, and I thought Celebrity Gossip articles were bad.

Ragnarok? That's either some sort of apocalyptic thing or an MMORPG.

[umgekehrt]

Neither of the above, don't even know what the latter one is. Ragnarok is a cruiser-killer class Starship. My last assignment before the barge.

[aggravating]

Sounds like a blast. [At the very least? His sarcasm is practically palpable]

Literally, actually. Starships were pretty common, then? For you, I mean.

[umgekehrt]

I've been on them since I was a young man. More than common for me. You're Earth, pre-flight? Which everyone seems to be.