Battlestar Galactica

Nicky twisted his head, and winced at the cracking sound he got in return. He'd spent the better part of the last three hours twisted and folded, trying to get Raptor 32's portside landing strut to extend fully. It had also taken him five good minutes of scrubbing until his hands didn't stink of hydraulic fluid. So when he walked back out into the repair bay, he was not pleased to hear someone knocking around inside the Raptor's cabin.

"Hey!" he shouted. "I just finished fixing that bird, so if whatever the frak you're doing makes it fail inspection, we're gonna have some serious words."

When he didn't get an answer, Nicky grabbed the nearest wrench and stepped closer to the Raptor.

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