And Kirk Willner was seated alone, separated from the rest of the bridge by a soundproof panel; listening to humming and buzzing of the communication module. None of the droids thought of contacting him during the flight. They had nothing to report, they didn’t need any extra instructions, and so they remained silent. It took them eight long hours to finally send a call.
Kirk Willner pushed the receiver button.
“Rescue, team, report!”
It was Raul’s distorted voice that answered.
“We can see the refugee ferry.”
“Details?”
“The engines are dead. It is visibly damaged by a rock crumb, many of those are cruising through the space here. They do not answer our calls.”
“Can you get inside without a hazard for live forms?” the captain asked and murmured to himself: “What am I asking them to
