Panzy

Panzy crawled halfway under the broken demon realm plane with a wrench in one hand and a small lamp clenched between her teeth. The engine casing smoked above her face, and the left stabilizer kept twitching like it wanted to fall off before she finished.

She pulled the lamp from her mouth and looked at the cracked fuel line.

“Great. That explains the burning smell.”

A patrol vehicle passed on the road above the ravine, its searchlight sliding over the rocks. Panzy stayed still until the light moved on, then reached deeper into the engine and twisted the fuel clamp back into place. The plane gave a low, uneven hum.

“Come on. At least be able to fly badly. That’s all I’m asking.”