Tatehan stood there in the middle of the main cabin, surrounded by his tools and the evidence of his hard work, feeling the exhausting aftermath of
the day's work and decision pressing down on him.
His entire body ached from two consecutive days of intensive manual labor. His hands were sore and stiff, his fingers slightly swollen from gripping tools for extended periods. His back was stiff from bending over access panels and working in awkward positions. His shoulders burned from the strain of working overhead and climbing around the ship's exterior. And his mind was utterly exhausted from hours upon hours of precise, careful work that had demanded his complete focus and attention.
Who would have thought he'd be capable of doing something like this?
This wasn't just normal work like replacing light bulbs or fixing a leaky faucet. This wasn't even like the basic electrical wiring repairs people did on Earth—running new cables through walls or replacing outlet boxes.
