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[sandwormie]

Bored, Luke half-hummed, half-sang a slightly off key version of the flight academy's anthem as he popped the unit's access panel open and shone a light inside. He saw the problem immediately - little crystalline buildups clogging the spaces air should move. It would take a while to clean it all out.

He leaned back with a groan. This would be boring.

[The song. Yeah he does this at nineteen too.]