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The ride to the star base was quiet.
The crew didn’t talk to her aside from offering her food and water.
They were nice, but not as nice as Grayson.
She asked if she could sit on the bridge, and the skipper politely agreed.
She drank black tea and watched as the ship jumped into hyperspace. Something about flying at light speed always intrigued her—the purple swirling was like art in real time.
The flight mechanic tapped his instrument panel. “What the?”
“What’s wrong?” the skipper asked.
“There’s something wrong with the fuel levels.” He pointed to a screen with a green bar graph that blinked rapidly. “It’s decreasing faster than it should.”
The skipper frowned. He radioed the rescue officer, who was deep in the belly of the ship.
“Can you go and check out the engine room? We
