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"Save,"  Thirty-nine

 

 

 

  By the time Gammon and Windham have returned, Bowdy has brought over one of the amber pyramid lights and has turned it up enough so Philo can see better.
   Philo is kneeling on a small tarp over which he has spread the tools he thinks will be relevant.
   The Colonial hobbyist then manages to peel enough armor and surface material back to show the wire bundles, junctures, and circuit boards around the fuse-relays.
   "We are in luck," Philo looks up and settles back on a block that he has commandeered for a stool, "Or a more accurate description would be, he, this? is in luck." motions to Gammon to look down to where the splinter of composite protudes from the chasis of the Adjutant, "You were right, had that shaft been another two tenths of a Kin higher, and it would have taken out what I take to be the main fuse relay, and our tin-alloy friend here would have been offline pemanently."
   Gammon observes, "If that was full-Centurion armor you would need a plasma-torch to cut though it."
   Bowdy uses a cloth to wipe the dust from the repair-patient's helmet, "But his scanner, it's growing weaker."
   "But he's still here,"Philo says with a certain knowingness, "And giving me a crack at fixing him," looks up at Windham, "or it."
   Windham doesn't frown, "Have at it," he replies, "Saving this little bolt-shiner will at least keep you out of mischief."
   Already, Philo is busy taking measurements with calipers, and protractors, of the splinter, it's angle and degree of inertial resistance.
   Once those measurements have been conducted, Philo sets out the circuit testor and begins to go through the circut bundles.
   "This unit is non-invasive," Philo explains to the spectators, "With it, I can read current without actually having to cut into the circuit."
   Gammon standing as sentinel, remarks, "Get the project repaired, we may not have time to wait for the close of the millenia."
   "Why yes, you are right, certainly," Philo remarks, "I was just relaying about my great fortune to find this device in the classified section of Colonial Mechanics, and.."
   "Philo, please," Bowdeccia puts in.
   Philo gets busy and pulls on a pair of safety goggles and heavy-duty rubber-gloves.
   He begins to touch the probe end of the circuit-testor to the individual strands of the cicuits.
   The top of the probe glows when a line with voltage is detected. Philo checks the circut testor to get reads as to the strength and type of current.
   Then Philo touches a fibre leading to a processor leading to rhe relay.
   The probe glows its brightest.
   "Epsilon!" Philo announces, "I think I have found a power feed," takes some more readings, "If the project were in better-shape, the probe would be showing up much brighter from the scanner, this alien system cam pump alot of juice through this line, thus the gloves and goggles."
   "Yes, very well, but can you fix him?" Bowdy asks in exasperation.

 

 

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