The interior of the ship was, for now, as fixed as they could probably get it without help from the still active orbit ships. With the planetary attack systems - or whatever the hell they were - still active, that was doing to be a ways in coming. Which meant they needed to start work on the exterior of the ship. They would want that as ready to go as possible by the time things turned around, and Kirk did believe they would.
He had worked himself into a hard to get to spot around the bottom of the ship, grunting as he picked at bits of wiring and worried on how to patch the hole that was torn into the siding. It wasn't puncturing the hull, but it wouldn't do to leave it either. Even harder was how to get it to last during exit. He gripped a tool in his mouth, sweating as his hands poked and prodded at the underside, brows knitting in concentration.
Which is never a good thing on a planet with creatures that wanted to capture or kill you - concentrating to had on one thing, especially outside.
Kirk cracked his head against the bottom of the ship as he was suddenly jerked forward, instinctively kicking out at whomever his attacker was and letting out a braying yell as he tried to figure out what was happening beyond 'whomever is pulling me is not nice'.
Chekov & Kirk - Cherry Poppin' / During the Lato'li System Plot
He had worked himself into a hard to get to spot around the bottom of the ship, grunting as he picked at bits of wiring and worried on how to patch the hole that was torn into the siding. It wasn't puncturing the hull, but it wouldn't do to leave it either. Even harder was how to get it to last during exit. He gripped a tool in his mouth, sweating as his hands poked and prodded at the underside, brows knitting in concentration.
Which is never a good thing on a planet with creatures that wanted to capture or kill you - concentrating to had on one thing, especially outside.
Kirk cracked his head against the bottom of the ship as he was suddenly jerked forward, instinctively kicking out at whomever his attacker was and letting out a braying yell as he tried to figure out what was happening beyond 'whomever is pulling me is not nice'.
"Let go of me!"