It's a crummy job, but....

[Bjorn]

"Well," Finn says, making her way into the workshop, "if ya start by finkin' that somebody was goin' round smashin' up airlocks an' whatever goes wif it, then you gotta end up finkin' that they di'nt want anyone fixin' their mess, right?"

Once inside the workshop, she surveys the damage.

[Brian]

The tools all look workable, just scattered around.  There's about fifty half-assembled controls of some kind, though what they're for is not evident at a glance.  Eric leans forward to look closely at one beneath the dust without actually touching it, and then points to a sign that says, "KEEP THIS WORK AREA CLEAN AND CLEAR AT ALL TIMES: SAFETEY FIRST!"

"Curiouser and curiouser," he says, shaking his head, and starting to load sections of piping into the material recycler.

[Bjorn]

Before helping Eric, Finn ambles over to carefully examine the half-assembled controls, trying to determine their purpose.

[Brian]

After examining the devices for a while, Finn comes to the conclusion that their purposes are unknown.  But they aren't a part of a ship, or normal spacer-related equipment as far as she can tell.

Maybe it's something useful beneath the dust.

After clearing the floor of pipes, and stacking the tools on a clear portion of the workbench, Eric begins examining them for damage one at a time before putting them back in their respective compartments in the storage locker.

Further in the back of the room, just beyond the matter recycler, is a larger locker containing replacement parts for just about everything on the ship.  There should be three lockers like this on the ship -- one near the bridge, and one between the center of the ship and each main airlock.

[Bjorn]

The problems with the manual override on the airlock takes precedence over the controls, Finn decides, and starts to collect the relevant equipment for repairing that.

[Brian]

One of the few tools left in the locker that Eric's still sorting out happens to cover that -- the welding torch.  It'll take a lot of care to mount the wheel correctly, but it shouldn't be impossible.

[Bjorn]

"I'm gunna fix the airlock," Finn says, grabbing the appropriate tools.  Barring an objection from Eric, she heads off to accomplish said task.

[Brian]

Eric nods, apparently focused on cleaning up the workshop.  "Mind the pipes," he says as Finn is about to leave.

After that, tracing the trail through the dust back to the airlock is no problem.

[Bjorn]

Lacking any distractions -- or any desire to procrastinate, really -- Finn sets to work on repairing the airlock.

[Brian]

The work is tedious and meticulous, but not really very difficult, except for the part about holding the wheel in place while also welding it.  But with patience anything is possible.

After the first weld, which is strong enough to bond the wheel to the pin it was snapped off of, the seal need to be allowed to seal.  Currently, turning it will only break the seam, so it takes a successive welding attempt to try and reactivate the memory alloy and force it to resume its original structure.

While Finn is waiting for the join to cool, Hale says, "Crewman Kieran wishes to speak with you," and then opens up a connection.

[Brian]

<Finn> What's up?
<Kieran> You're working on the port airlock, right?
<Finn> Roight.  Pretty much got the manuals fixed.
<Kieran> Alright. There are some things you should be aware of.  First, keep track of that crowbar and don't handle it with your gloves off, I want the doctor in quarantine to check who last used it.
<Kieran> Second, the maintenance bot inside that airlock you're fixing reports fixing a blown pressure seal.  I don't think that's correct, can you check that bot for tampering quickly?
<Finn> Uh, sure.  Can't make no promises about the crowbar -- I already fixed that plate.  Didn't handle it barehanded, but 's a rough job, right.  
<Finn> As for the bot... I'll look at, but that ain't my specialty.  
<Kieran> Well, just tell me if anyone hit it or similar.
<Kieran> Third, the starboard airlock has been sealed from the outside, once you're done with the communications array, could you unseal it?
<Finn> Easy nuff.  By the way, looks like somebody tried to block off th' workshop, for what it's worth.
<Kieran> Any signs of a fight?  No, wait, with that much dust . . . was it accessible?
<Finn> Yeah.  Buncha pipes dumped in fronta the door.  Easy nuff ta move, just took time.  Nuffin' too botched up.  Somebody'd been buildin' somefing in there, but couldn't figure out what it was from a quick looksee.
<Kieran> I . . . see.  If you find anything else strange, let me know.  Fourth, Hale reported something - possibly some debris - on the outside hull near the comm array.  Once you're done repairing the array, ask him if he can guide you to it and check it out.  I'm checking the recirculators; someone in the first crew was . . . tampering.
<Finn> Wot bleedin' fun.  Awright.  Hale started defrostin' the next bunch yet?
<Kieran> They're in quarantine for the next several hours yet.
<Kieran> Anything more you want to know?
<Finn> I'm finkin' that I want to get those maintenance bots Hale was talkin' about up and runnin' first, get them to take a look outside before I go walkin' myself.  Startin' to sound like too much wrong outside to play this hand blind, ya know?
<Kieran> Understandable.  The one in the airlock you're working on; once you've freed it, send it out to look around.
<Finn> If it ain't busted like everfing else.
<Kieran> Diagnostics say it's perfectly fine, it just can't leave.  The dust dispensers don't extend inside the airlocks.
<Finn> Other than this pressure leak thing?
<Kieran> I think it's memory was tampered with.  Sensors inside the airlock and on the bot claim the airlock is pressurized and not leaking, and diagnostics point the bot to be fine - it's the memory that I think was tampered with.  It shouldn't have been in there in the first place, as far as I can tell.
<Finn> If someone futzed wif it's memory, ain't tellin' what else they futzed with.  Still, wotcha gonna do, roight?  I'll work on it.
<Kieran> Right.  I don't think we're in any immediate danger, but keep an eye out nonetheless.  Also, Hale tells me that there are two pressure suits unaccounted for.
<Finn> Mighta left 'em a few light-years back.
<Kieran> I know, but if they were outside the ship they should still be tethered there; Hale tells me that's not the case.
<Kieran> Keep me appraised of anything else strange you discover.
<Finn> Same for you, eh?
<Kieran> Agreed.  We'll get all five of us together later and compare notes once we've dealt with the urgent problems.
<Kieran> Abernase out.
*Finn chuckles.
<Finn> Later.

[Bjorn]

Once the join is cooled, Finn hesistates, and reaches for her pockets, before remembering she's encased in a pressure suit.  Instead, she picks up a wrench and hefts it thoughtfully.  Okay.  Pointin' port, I fix the controls first.  Pointin' starboard, I pop the airlock and go check on the bot first.

With that, she tosses the wrench into the air, letting it flip end-over-end.

[Brian]

After wobbling end over end in the air as it tumbles down, the wrench smacks into the desk almost on end ... and balances, for just a moment before thumping to one side, the grip pointing port, and the head pointing starboard.

[Bjorn]

Putting the wrench back in the appropriate place, Finn uses the manual release to open the airlock.  Stepping in, she promptly reseals the airlock (to keep dust out), before turning to examine the situation.

[Brian]

It takes some effort, but the reinstalled wheel seems to be working.  One side is still a little bent, but functionality before form.

The door grinds open slowly and relatively quietly.  The airlock within is pressurized, and the external door looks fine.  Once the door is shut, the maintainence bot that's just sitting in the center of the floor starts to reactivate from low-power mode, though as the door is shut, it's just staying there for the moment.

There's nothing out of place in this room, as far as Finn can tell.  Then again, the bot didn't have anything else to maintain, so it probably took pretty good care of this place.