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"Who took my torque wrench?" Lyssa yelled across the bay, knowing full well no one was there to hear her.  She didn't care.  It was about frustration, about being ready to shove someone out the nearest airlock and cycle it.

Lyssa willed the comms to open to the bridge and spoke. "Sir, Lys here.  The oxy scrubbers are moving like slugs and there's a micro breach in cargo two.  I'm heading down there.  Don't enter atmo 'til I get the breach fixed." She closed the channel without waiting for an answer and snagged her plastorch on the way out of engineering.  She wrapped her hand and leg around the pole just outside the hatch, pushed off with her other leg to get around it and slid down all three decks to the lowest one.  Hitting the ground running, she made the sprint in seven seconds.  The rest of the crew took a full fifteen to make the same run. 

Lyssa watched out of the corner of her eye through the plastisteel flooring as she welded the microbreach, then iced it.  It was an amazing view.  She could see everything, the planet below, her sister ship below her and the shuttle that was just heading out of sight.  It was breath taking, though she rarely had time​ to enjoy it.