Kess yanked the rotting O-ring from one of Rogue Seven's laser barrel and tried to brush off the dust from the tiny part. Neilson peered at the disintegrated rubber in her hand. "How long has it been since they were replaced?"
Kess reviewed the tiny cracks in the rubber that were the culprit of the leak. "There's no record they ever were." Her words came to halt and her eyes looked up. Her casual glance of confusion hardened instantly to dread.
Commander Skywalker stormed around the travel way with fists clenched at his sides and his face red with wrath. Pilots turned with alarm. Repair reared back. Bodies parted the deck in front of him like a zipper ripping open. A drag-runner screeched to a stop before getting run over by his feet. Skywalker marched hard and fast onto Pad 14 and aimed
