"The fuck do these goddamn KAD engineers think they're-"

[i]CLANG.[/i]

The offending piece of metal, officially referred to as a "power conservation device", was designed to cut down on the use of power when the magic reactor hit a designated low power state. It was also installed by some idiotic white collar elite who didn't know that any mechanic worth their salt would have ripped it out, not installed [i]it behind the pilot's back to fit arbitrary-[/i]

Deep breaths. Didn't matter, it was already over there, shattered on the hangar floor. Where it belonged. 

The small-town mechanic herself had barely pulled her head out of the repair hatch when she threw it away, and she was elbow deep in the [i]Titan's[/i] mechanisms again. Mostly making sure the inspecting engineer hadn't changed anything else when she wasn't looking. She hated when people messed with her specs. She had everything tuned exactly her way for her own maximum performance, whether it was 'proper' or not. 

...

You know, the part didn't hit anyone, but it might've been close. Maybe don't throw things in the big government hangar.