XII
ReconnaissanceFrom the inside, the Firefly seemed to have withstood the worst of the assault. From the outside, the three Sharks assessing the damage were having trouble believing they were all still alive.
Rain beat against them, soaking their uniforms as they braced each other against the wind, gawking at the battered ship in a mixture of fascination and horror. Occasionally, one would glance at the other two to make sure this wasn't a f****d-up dream. Considering the thrashed ship was their only source of solid shelter at this moment, their anxiety was understandable.
The Firefly had settled on its belly, up against a group of young trees now mostly devastated. Its g*n-metal grey hull was covered from stern to bow with massive dents, some so severe the metal had creased or been
