“Why the hell, did we make these doors so narrow!” Logan complained to anybody within earshot while he carefully wheeled the large, rather old looking piece of machinery from the ships storage lockers through to the ships lounge. “Seriously. If we had to evacuate this thing is a choke point.”

“Maybe it wasn’t built for Chief Engineers with broad shoulders.” The crewman that was helping Logan by steering the front of the machine away from walls and corners smirked. “You clearly eat too many vege’s, leave some for the rest of us would you?”

“Oh ha ha. Hope you laugh when your shower stops working.” Logan muttered, looking around the edge of the machine at the crewman. “These broad shoulders carry the ship, I’ll have you know.”

“Well there you have it, how are you supposed to fit through the door if you’re carrying the ship. Take a load off sometimes or walk sideways, your choice.” The crewman didn’t miss a beat in her retort.

Minutes later, and Logan was dropping the machine close to a wall in the lounge. The wall space was mostly bare, only a few tables and chairs were close to it. “We’re gonna have to rearrange the lounge a little,” Logan grinned. “Can’t have a dance floor covered in seating can we.”

“Are you sure this thing works still, it looks ancient,” the woman that had helped him steer it to the lounge asked, running a finger lightly over the glass.

“Yep, it’s mine from home. I made a few modifications but it works better than ever. I just have to, convert the power outlet here to something more suitable than a plasma flow and we will make magic.” Taking off his tool belt, he promptly dropped it noisily on the closest table and rubbed his hands together.

“Anybody have any first requests for which song this bad boy pumps out?”

Kelleher, CE