Fabrication Bay
So... That other tech had made it after all? That certainly took a lot off Jax's mind, allowing him more room to focus on the impending, ever so daunting task of putting this boat back together. But even with- what was her name? Cherry?- even with Cherry still going strong, two technicians did not seem like enough people. And did he mention that the fabrication bay was destroyed?! Or that they were stranded in the middle of nowhere, practically waiting for that ship to come back with friends?!
Jax took a deep breath, and then relaxed. He'd just have to roll with it and make do. That was his job, after all.
"You can just call me Jax- no, wait. I got it." he replied, not catching himself in time with the little play on words. He blushed a little in embarrassment. But he straightened up, gave a quick bow, and waved as Umeshu left.
"Later, Umeshu-sho... san!" he called after her. "Hit me up when you want to have that drink!"
She left, and then Jax began Operation: Somehow Fix this Giant God Damn Ship with Almost No Resources. Unbeknownst to him, there was a cavalry on the way, but he would figure that out later. Right now, he headed for the engineering room, which he assumed was a little safer to enter now that time had passed.
Engineering
"Geez! You leave the place for an hour..." Jax chuckled as he stepped into the engineering space. For the most part, everything looked fine, save for the burn marks, human blood, and screwed up fusion reactor. Oh, and the hole in the wall. Jax looked at the patch kit and tape, then to the hull breach, gauging its size and wondering if it was possible to just slap some tape over it.
"Well, on the bright side, it looks like everyone lived." said his FAR, who had been following him around the entire time. He'd forgotten all about her. At that bit of news, Jax smiled.
"Every little thing counts." he replied with a shrug. Figuring that the air around was safe, he popped off his helmet. The feeling of his ears resuming their perked-up position after being crammed inside the suit was heavenly. He slipped off the rest, and felt his tail creak and stretch. He vowed to one day make a suit that would accommodate his body. he stowed the suit back into the damage control station he'd originally taken it from, leaving him in his working uniform.
"Now, for the hole..." Jax muttered, walking up to the thing. He knew almost instantly that there were no patches big enough in a kit to cover it. He should get someone on the line about that. The largest patches were only 18 inches! This hole was about 30! He looked down at the kit he was currently carrying and thought of a solution.
'Screw it. They're all going to be restocked anyways.' he thought to himself. He pulled out several patches from the kit. All of the squares and rectangles, at least. He began sticking them together to form a super patch, which covered almost the entire hole. Any part it couldn't cover, he smothered with a healthy dose of tape.
When he was done, Jax stepped back and admired his work. He smiled a little at the similarities between his job and Taharial's. She repaired people, while he and Cherry repaired ships. He patted the wall of his massive, metal "patient" and looked back at the busted fusion reactor.
"Bridge, this is Howard. Anyone got a list of damage so that I can make a checklist?" Jax asked into his communicator.