"Good plan, while you help everyone, find out if anyone knows where we can conjure the parts we need. I'd rather not bleed just my contacts, you know?"

With that plan in motion, he set off for the engine to wonder what hell of the holy dragon happened to the engines. He unslung the multi-took from the hook on his hip as he hung the heavy brown coat on a nearby nut like he already belonged. In the left pocket was three goose eggs for anyone who went looking.

The door opened to both a grizzly and lacking sight as he pulled out a bowens miner mask. To anyone else the place was covered in soot, black from head to toe. Those that knew what instantaneous cremation looked like, it was a different story.

What happened was fairly simple: When a ship preps to leave atmo, it pulls in the last air and activates all the vacuum seals to make it tight as a drum. Now if something happens to the compressors, the air grows heavy from the pressure and usually nothing occurs. But, Something as simple as a blocked intake vent, with shorted compressors because someone is defragging the ships hardrive, while someone cooks in the galley... astronomical odds. All the intake of air came to the engine room as it prepped to make the jump and the oxygen rich area compressed into an explosion like the piston in an old car. 

Whatever could burn did burn, the old mechanic probably went up like a microwaved battery with instant death being the best thing to hope to Buddha for as his chemical remains painted the engine room in the black oil of his misted body. Gideon started flushing the air vents by blowing the air compressors to bleed dry before starting on electrical to see which wires melted together from the burst of heat. Every wire that had to be replaced was going to be time consuming more than anything else. Hours were out the window, days of they were lucky and could sleep on the ship.