The hall was a hub of activity. Maintenance personnel floated around, trailing belts with equipment and tools.
Ari usually worked on the heavy craft, so Melati pulled herself along the railings in the direction of the hall’s “roof”, if one could talk about a roof in zero-g.
The air around her was full of noises made by electronic tools, and the smell of hot engines and talk and laughter from the techies.
“Melati.” Ari noticed her before she had seen him.
He pushed himself out of an engine panel of a fighter craft and floated towards her, trailing his belt with various diagnostic devices plus the usual screwdrivers and other tools.
In the ten months since starting here, he had cut his hair short without complaining, removed his chains and earrings, taken off his make-up and grown the p
