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Hix slammed the lever forward. In the engine room, the improvised synchronizer groaned. The microwave emitter glowed a violent purple, and the scrap crystal began to vibrate so fast it blurred. Jax stood inches away, holding a heat shield made of a cafeteria tray, his eyes wide.

"Jax, if this blows, we won't even have time to scream," Hix replied from the bridge. "Just punch it, Cap." fantastic_mechanic.rar

"We’re drifting in the Void, Jax. If we don’t get moving, the scavengers will find us before the oxygen runs out." Hix slammed the lever forward

For the next six hours, Jax worked in a fever dream of sparks and profanity. He stripped the plating from the kitchen’s microwave emitter. He salvaged a crystal from a broken navigation buoy they’d picked up for scrap. He even used his own prosthetic finger—the one with the built-in screwdriver—as a permanent conductive bridge. Jax stood inches away, holding a heat shield