On the bridge, Helena stared out the viewport at the exploding station. The mining craft and transports were moving towards the Alcatraz. Joshua and Celeris were tied up and being watched over by the ladies from the harem. Helena lamented that the engineering and pilot consoles were both dead from the sabotage. If only she could bring the weapons online.
Pacing back and forth, she waited for her daughter’s return, and she hoped for some good news. Without piloting, engineering, and communications, the Alcatraz was dead in the water. She stared out the window at the approaching Death’s Reaper, sensing her husband was on it. The bridge doors whisked open, causing her to turn. Angelica marched in with a smile on her face.
“Good news. We’ve got engines back up and ru
