Jax slumped against the bulkhead, his lungs burning, his prosthetic hand a melted ruin. He pulled a crumpled cigarette from his pocket, realized he had no lighter, and simply held it in his mouth.
Jax looked at the glowing, jury-rigged monstrosity he’d built. "Don't ask me how it works, Cap," he whispered, closing his eyes. "Just don't turn it off." fantastic_mechanic.rar
"Jax?" Hix’s voice came over the speaker, sounding breathless. "We’re doing twelve knots over light speed. How?" Jax slumped against the bulkhead, his lungs burning,
The transmission of the Rust-Bucket Nebula didn't just fail; it screamed in binary before melting into a puddle of slag. Jax slumped against the bulkhead