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GSS Hunter
Uncharted space in the badlands
4145.7.12 Galactic
Nick, accompanied by Siren, finally arrived on the flight deck. Gears was in the pilot’s seat, struggling to key commands into the main computer bank, which, if his cursing and the sweat pouring off his bald head were any indicator, wasn’t going well. Bones and the Kid were kneeling on the deck side by side, with pieces of a control panel lying about them like a halo of parts, wires, and circuits, some of which were blackened as if by fire.
Siren insisted he stay in bed but he couldn’t let this ship be destroyed without doing something. And if it was destroyed him staying in bed wouldn’t make any difference to their survival. On the flight deck he might at least contribute. Dizziness or no dizziness he wasn’t going anywh
