"This Navy-issue, Eagle-class frigate encountered an electromagnetic storm back then, ultimately causing severe damage to its circuits; thirty percent of its mechanical components were ruined, and the four crew aboard it then lost their lives, one of whom was that best friend I mentioned." Porter took another large swig of the strong ale as he recalled that painful memory.
Xia Fei nodded and set the tablet down. It was no wonder why the repair list had been so extensive; the spaceship had been subjected to an electromagnetic storm.
Thinking about it in another sense, the fact that the outer hull of the frigate remained completely intact after experiencing such a deadly storm, while only thirty percent of its mechanical components ended up ruined, it was a clear testament of the Hookbill's durability.
"I wish to begin repairing this spaceship tomorrow." Xia Fei eyed Porter, his voice resolute when he stated this.
