Ronan was slightly stunned. What lay before him was a good question, well worth studying, but he did not dwell on it further. He simply did not have the energy.
Rather than think about that, he might as well take a few more breaths and recover from his sluggish, numb state of weakness.
"Whew, whew... damn weird." Ronan tried to steady his breathing, feeling sweat seep from his skin only to be absorbed dry by his Combat Uniform, while muttering meaningless words under his breath.
Ever since arriving on the battlefield today, he had not been in good condition. Fatigue, dizziness, irritability... His physical exertion had also been far greater than usual.
Ronan guessed that either he lacked the experience of long-term service in a medium-to-large Standard Array, leaving his "load-bearing" skills insufficient, or the chaotic external Rule Environment was causing too much interference for a sensitive "outsider" like him.
But no matter what, physical strength was never an excuse for failing at the job. He forced himself to take a few more breaths, then dropped to one knee on the cabin floor. Using the preset control panel, he remotely operated the spare-parts crate just one panel away, inspecting the modules and components inside while making a preliminary classification in his mind.
For a qualified maintenance soldier, a spare-parts crate was, in a sense, a mini armory.
Whether Ronan, who had only just begun his career as a maintenance soldier, counted as qualified was still open to debate. But his mind did contain a considerable number of blueprints, as well as Configuration frameworks with even greater practical guidance.
Within the span of a few rapid breaths, the inspection was complete, and his train of thought became clear again. Ronan began tapping the cabin floor. He had seen the structural diagram