CHAPTER 362876 Fourth Moon, Tretan Shuttle
A week already and Pilot hadn’t managed to figure out how the shuttle had gotten thrown back in time yet. A week of reviewing repair logs, filling in the gaps on the damage that the motes had repaired—but saving information about the damage hadn’t been big on their list. Restoring things to normal order, that was their simple directive. A hole in the ship? Rebuild the missing section from recycled debris and ship supplies. Sacrifice non-essential systems if necessary to repair vital systems. A lot had been damaged when the shuttle was hit by the Bleasian weapon, including Pilot, and the motes had been operating on automatic programming.
Muriel stamped her feet against the rocky permafrost as her breath fogged the air. The Jovian planet hung in t
