I could still get you on one of those ships if need be, Zendar answered, straightening his chin. But I won’t need to because you’re going to get this working in no time.
Bassan’s jaw dropped.
I’m stuck. Completely stuck. I fix this console or I never see Tgren again. Never see Sirella again, or my parents.
A sadness swept over him. With it came reluctant resignation. If he wanted off this planet, it was up to him. Bassan reached into his jacket and produced his tablet. “I guess I need to get to work, then.”
* * *
“We reconfigure this connection,” Barnenden said, his fingers a blur over the panel, “and route the power through this converter. Correct?”
“Yes,” Bassan said, glancing at his tablet. “From that point, you’ll have enough to power the secondary reactor.”
“One step closer to
