I Was a Civilian Woman Summoned to Fix a Dead Warship. The Officer in Charge Tried to Arrest Me. He Had No Idea I Was the Admiral's Secret Weapon, and That My "Unauthorized" Tool Held the Key to Saving Them All. The heat hit me first. A solid wall of it, thick, wet, and smelling of ozone, hot steel, and the faint, bitter tang of failure. Then the sound. The wrong sound. Not the deep, world-moving roar of four gas turbines, but the thin, anxious whine of auxiliary power. The sound of a wounded gi