[not quite like old times]
Although the atmosphere of the Special Weapons division of the ship wasn't exactly the nicest place to go in the wake of a nightmare, it was still comforting in a way, being surrounded by so much technology. He'd spent a lot of time calibrating and modifying weapons and tinkering with the Mako on the Normandy. It was easy to lose himself in the work to the point where the background practically disappeared. The vaguely creepy atmosphere didn't bother him. He barely even noticed it.
He'd cleared the dust off one of the desks, laid down his gear, and got to work. His omni-tool lit up over the blast-scarred armor laying on the table, holographic schematics hovering above his outstretched hand. Somewhat satisfied with the results (there would always be room for improvement when it came to armor), he moved on to his M-92 Mantis sniper rifle, making sure everything was up to his standards. Sure, the Viper had a much better rate of fire and a more efficient cooling system, but there was nothing quite like the classics. The rifle had served him well on Omega, and it wouldn't do to not take care of it in turn.
He'd cleared the dust off one of the desks, laid down his gear, and got to work. His omni-tool lit up over the blast-scarred armor laying on the table, holographic schematics hovering above his outstretched hand. Somewhat satisfied with the results (there would always be room for improvement when it came to armor), he moved on to his M-92 Mantis sniper rifle, making sure everything was up to his standards. Sure, the Viper had a much better rate of fire and a more efficient cooling system, but there was nothing quite like the classics. The rifle had served him well on Omega, and it wouldn't do to not take care of it in turn.