It took them only around fifteen minutes to fill up the tiny transport cart they'd been given.
"So...one of us has to go dump this and come I guess?" asked Harry as the three of them stood around the full transport.
"Yes," agreed Aria," let's take turns."
"I'll go first then," said Daisy and flipped the switch to turn of the vehicles parked mode. Small fans at the bottom revved upto speed and it hovered a few inches off the air, ready to be pushed.
"Sure. I'm second then," said Aria.
"And I will be last," added Harry. Daisy nodded and began to push the vehicle in front of here.
"The hovertech on this has to be ancient," she declared as she disappeared out of earshot. She returned a few minutes later, looking like she'd just come back form a shower of run a marathon, or potentially both.
Harry raised his eyebrows questioningly as soon as he saw her.
"When they call it an incinerator they are not kidding," she said," the place is hot enough to melt one of us."
After she returned, they began to pile up the parts again. They worked mostly in silence, things quickly falling into a rhythm as they chipped away at the massive pile of debris. After another half an hour or so of work, it was Harry's turn to be taking the cart to the incinerator.
Map held firmly in one hand, he gave Daisy and Aria a cheery wave before he set off to find the incinerator. The map was fairly clear and he made his way through the unfamiliar corridors as quickly as he could, doing his best to avoid any wrong turns. Soon he began to feel an intense heat coming from somewhere ahead of him. Daisy certainly hadn't been joking. According to the map, it was supposed to be three hallways away and the heat was very much noticeable.
He pushed on through the heat and made his way inside through a thick concrete door. He went about his task as quickly as possible, not wanting to spend a second more in the heat than he had to.
The entire room was bathed in a bright orange glow making it impossible to see what color the walls were. A massive furnace was lit somewhere off in the distance. Several chutes marked with various labels were set next to the entrance. He consulted the map and after choosing the appropriate chute, dumped in the parts as quickly as he could before running off back in the direction that he had come in. He couldn't imagine how Alex and the rest of them had managed t do anything besides sweat their lives away in there.
The rest of their shift passed by in a flash. They'd made a significant dent in the smaller pieces of wreckage by that point and they would be able to start on the much more interesting larger parts that could hopefully also tell them something about the ship's origin.That wasn't even the most interesting part however. Once they'd cleared the larger sections of the ship away, they'd be able to sneak through to get a peek at what had been done to the former hole in the wall.
The next day they were still hacking away at the smaller pile. It was tedious work, and the tiny capacity of the transport didn't help matters. In fact things got to a point where Daisy, the only who didn't mind the heat of the place all that much, was assigned to pushing it back and forth full time while the other two piled up the items in a corner.
The aliens had also clearly been by to check on their progress because they found several tools that had been added to their meager collection overnight. They seem to have realized that they would need some form of power tools to tear into the main hull of the ship and left several cutters and blowtorches. While they looked to be in the same state of disrepair as everything else they were ever given, it was at least better than what they had before.