“I repeat, this is the Immerin outer-system ship, Kalisa Mae, please respond, do you need assistance.” Jenkins puts it on repeat and turns his head towards the bridge's command chair. “No response again, Captain. Do you want me to leave it running or get the boys to haul it in?”
“Get them to drag it into cargo bay two, Jenkins, we have a
rendezvous to make and we've wasted too much time chasing this tin
can. Probably just junk or the space grave of some idiot spacer who
can't plot a course correctly.” The Captain goes back to the
read-out of the engine output.
In three hours time: “Sorry, Captain, comm's gone down.
I'll get the repair crew right on it.” Jenkins routes a priority
order to Watson in engineering.
“How are we supposed to run a professional operation if
everything breaks down all the time?” Mutters the Captain.
“We're supposed to be
repairmen, not junkyard wreckers, Chief.” Simpson reaches over and
pulls a larger tool from the trolley.
“The Captain wants this wreck
opened up, Simmo. After what you did to the aftward engine strut
getting through that airlock should be no problem for you.” Watson
steps back and puts her ear defenders on.
In three hours time: “Shit, this is all messed up, going
to have to replace the entire thing eventually, but we might be able
to jury-rig something. Looks like someone attacked it with the
power-cutters. How do you think this happened, Chief?” Simpson
pulls out a wrench and gets to work.
“If I didn't know better, then I'd say someone did this
deliberately, looks like your last effort on the shower system,
Simmo. Probably an overheated coil has caused a coolant leak and
explosion, just take out what we can't salvage and we'll see what
spares we still have.” Watson mops her brow. “Hey did you just
calculations are that he's been dead three years. Judging by the way
the escape pod's rations are mostly untouched, death occurred not
long after it was launched.” Doctor Brown places the dermal probe
into the steriliser.
“But how do
explain how he managed to slash himself to death?” Nurse Cawly
asks, quietly. “He was alone in there and there was no weapon
found on the body.”
In three hours time:
“Crewman, answer me! How did this happen? Who was it?” Doctor
Brown frantically works to stop the bleeding.
“We're losing him, Doc, there's
too much blood!” Nurse Cawly looks in horror at the spreading pool
he is kneeling in and glances at the shadows behind him.
pod's log say its from the Aegean, records show it left the Rigel
system over four years ago headed here, but never arrived,
lieutenant” Denby shunts the data over to the main screen of the
of it obviously arrived,” Lieutenant Moss rubs her chin. “I
wonder why they never sent a distress call.”
In three hours time:
sensors are picking up something in the vents.” Denby's fingers
fight the control system, bringing up the internal cameras.
“I saw something. Lock
interior bulkheads and get me security, put everything through to the
bridge and sound the general alarm.” Lieutenant Moss wipes the
sweat from her face. “Did you hear something?”
security detail on a spaceship get any more boring? Now we're just
guarding a wreck in a cargo bay,” Franks stretches his back again
and looks for somewhere to sit. “I mean, Sally, who exactly is
going to try and steal this pile of crap?”
“If you signed
on to shoot at things then you should have joined the government
peace-keeping squads, not the outer-system patrol, Gerry.”
Abrahams, dusts down a cargo container and perches on it. “Relax,
just think yourself lucky that nothing is going to try to kill you.”
three hours: “Anybody, please reply! Shit, shit, shit! Who's
that? Is that you, Sally? Wh...”