P.H.A.N.T.A.S.T.I.C. Chapter 2: Tenochtitlondon Drift
“Come on, old sport. You’ve got this.”
Hal stared at the machine from the other side of the room, which was beginning to smoke. He had flown away quickly as soon as he heard a hissing sound, worried that it was going to explode. The ship had fortunately failed to do so, but he needed to work up the courage to close off the fuel port.
Hal had been trying to start the machine after rewiring it with Chrys, which was an extremely difficult prospect. One startup mechanism had to activate a plethora of systems; it had to fire the ignition and start up the engine for the propellers, it activated the electric power steering of the side wings (which of course had an emergency manual override), the small nuclear reactor that used magic to convert air into energy to be fired out of the propulsion engines (one of Adamarie’s greatest achievements was machine-activated spells using thaumic-imbued circuitry runes), channeling power to the navigation systems and emergency landing airbags, and not to mention the scientific instruments running on the outside of the ship. There were small sealed boxes for storing materials to be kept at specific temperatures, as well as a tea kettle. There were gears to be re-oiled, equipment to test, wires to replace, papers to reorganize, bottles to pitch. Thankfully, most of the various research notes and trinkets inside the ship were well protected, with belts and straps securing most of the drawers, but Chrys and Hal tended to be distracted easily and forgot about cleaning things up. At the moment, Hal’s most pressing concern was the nuclear generator smoking.