rp log: Shinji-Yukimura: tp5

Shinji soldered the last few pieces into place, then turned off the small torch, lifting his face mask off and admiring his work. Perfect. Thank god. His hand was cramping like a bitch and he was sweating more than normal. He rolled out from under the curved bench and rolled over onto hands and knees, coughing and spluttering, struggling to get control of his stupid lungs. In every other respect he was ready to return to work, but he hadn't passed the physical yet. He had tried, once, and had to stop and was told to come back in another week. He just couldnt handle running the length of red through to brown yet. Not that he minded overly much; it gave him time to work on things. He pulled a sheet over the cockpit system, which was just about done and rolled it down into the pit it was kept in, locking the internal system, grateful as all hell it wasn't attached to the station security at all. These days, that would be bad. He wandered over to the drink dispenser and got a cup of ice cold water, drinking it down like a dying man and sighing happily at the way it seemed to seep into all the parched parts of his throat. Hell yeah, that was what it was all about.