David sat back hard in his control chair, every nerve afire with fear and adrenaline.David sat back hard in his control chair, every nerve afire with fear and adrenaline. He wanted to do something as his body quaked in fight-or-flight response, and he knew the only thing he could do was wait it out. "David?" Tasha said from the Pilot's chair. "Huh?" he said, jerking nervously to stare in her direction. "You okay, Captain?" "Yeah, yeah," he said rapidly. "No," he said. "I'm gonna be sick." With that, he ran for the head. Still trying to quell the shaking in his hands, David walked down to engineering. Tasha's report of what was left of the pirates vessel had depressed him further-- there hadn't been enough left to make even materials salvage worth the effort. He had lost a fusion plant and taken some serious scoring along the underbelly, and even though they were still alive they had little to show for their victory. He wasn't within ten meters of the engineering blast-door when he heard shouting from within. "Dammit, That's p73-RTS you've got there! It doesn't go in the hyperdrive, it's designed for fusion plants! While you're here, give it to me-- it'll go to repairing bottle three." He walked in to find Marder rather sheepishly handing a large coil of room-temperature superconducter to Denni. |