No matter how easy the diagrams made it look, something always made the job harder. His left hand and forearm were buried deep within a damaged probe. The tips of his fingers brushed against the board that he was trying to reach. According to the diagnostics it had jostled loose. It was a wonder that the probe had remained viable. Deklan just needed to replace the board, if he could ever get a grip on it. It was irritating: Jonny and Calm were both pilots; Jamie was the ship’s doctor; and while Deklan had signed on as legal counsel, somehow he had become the repair technician, a post for which he was eminently unqualified. He pushed a little further. There! He had a grip and pulled, but his hand was stuck. He lifted the entire probe with both hands and walked over to an intercom, keying it to Jamie’s room. “I need your help down here.” He tried not to sound sheepish and failed miserably. Her voice was almost cheerful. Jamie was the only one of them who was still upbeat after the Serenity had gotten lost.
