Yang Ming [1] panted heavily, drawing air greedily into his lungs. His arms hung beside him, trembling, and his fingers were white from overexertion. Around him were a few young people lying around.
Yang Ming was not skilled enough to repair mechs, but he could still handle structures that were not overly complicated. He was still young by all standards, but still earned respect from his peers due to being a student of Harrell the Great. Besides, being young was the norm in the fleet. One could see young people in almost every major department.
Yang Ming had also proven himself. As the main person in charge of the ship's structural maintenance, his track record had been immaculate.
"Passage 9 is shut. Maintenance crew, please enter immediately." Yang Ming heard the announcement. His hands stopped shaking.
"Folks, time to move out!" Yang Ming sounded hoarse. He went to his comrades and patted them on their shoulders.