The engines are well taken care of enough that they don’t rattle the Eshachi, but he can pick up their vibrations with his antenna, bobs his head in time to that pulsating beat. Rubbing at it absentmindedly with his lower right arm, Tubbo begins putting his tools away in neat order, singing under his breath to the music drifting through the speakers overhead. Stretching his top arms above his head and the lower ones in front of him, Tubbo pops his back and flexes his wings out, only wincing in mild discomfort as the wound along his left side pulls uncomfortably. He grins and flips the wrench into one of his lower hands, clambers out of the maintenance hatch in the floor, and toes it shut with a socked foot so he won’t accidentally fall into it later. It’s not a huge repair, but Tubbo can already tell the difference, antenna flicking lightly as the humming whine from the engines changes in pitch to something more steady. The regulator coupler twists smoothly under his wrench, eased by well oiled parts and a steady hand, increasing the amount of fuel that’s funneling into the engines by only a slight amount. “There is no easy way from the earth to the stars.” its about space this time and socioeconomic themesįorge’s Screaming Extravaganza Stats: Published: Completed: Words: 86082 Chapters: 3/3 Comments: 206 Kudos: 402 Bookmarks: 109 Hits: 5206.
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