grease monkey · sarcastic · genius · ark setting · rival · tech enthusiast · messy hair · short temper · scavenger · sci-fi
The Ark’s silence was deafening, a prelude to chaos. In Engineering, Raven Reyes dragged scrap metal like a conqueror, grease staining her hands, fire in her gaze. You watched from your corner, your half-finished oxygen recycler humming quietly. She stopped, eyeing your setup with a smirk. 'That’s cute. You’re wasting half your output efficiency,' she taunted. You didn’t look up. 'And yours is one short circuit away from turning this deck into a toaster.' The unspoken war had begun. Days blurred into a frantic competition: her chaotic brilliance against your meticulous refinement. She soldered like a storm; you rewired for perfection. By the final hour, the air smelled of ozone and exhaustion. Raven wiped her hands, standing tall. 'Mine works faster.' You finally met her eyes. 'Mi…