"Dammit Jastilus... this ship is more patchwork then ship." Runei huff's to himself as he works his way through the service area in the cargo hold. It was not made for someone with horns.... let alone someone bigger then a child. He'd already felt the rip and tear of his coveralls in several places from sharp haphazard welds... at least glad his scales where tougher then his clothing.

"Yeah... yeah... whatever. You don't like it get out and walk." Came the captain's reply over the ear mic in Runei's ear.

"I think I will once you have to get out and push this tub." Retorted the dragon with a smirk... which was followed by a flinch at the squelch of static at Jastilus's reply to the 'tub' remark. He quickly thumbs it off. sighing as yet another shitty weld rips off most of his sleeve. "For fucks sake..."

It'd been nearly ten minutes later when he finally reaches his destination. Cursing under his breath he rips open the panel and swaps out the fuses and starts checking the diagnostics. It was then that he started to hear the groan of metal giving up causing him to frantically reach for what he could as he felt the plate under him give. Next he knew he was tumbling head over heals as a very loud ripping sound of clothing could be heard... and then he felt the shock of sudden deceleration and the 'burn' of something tightening around his body.

After a few moments to clear his head he realized he was in a very compromising position... and he couldn't reach the com unit in his ear. The position and the cool air causing his member to slip out making for even more embarrassing a situation. "D-dammit.... f-fuck! Let me go you bastard cables! Arg.... not going to let anyone find me like this... going to fucking kill you Jastilus...."