"We’re drifting in the Void, Jax. If we don’t get moving, the scavengers will find us before the oxygen runs out."
Captain Hix stood over the open access hatch, the red emergency lighting of the cargo bay making the scene look like a crime scene. "Tell me you can fix it, Jax," he sighed, looking at the figure submerged in the engine’s guts.
"Jax, if this blows, we won't even have time to scream," Hix replied from the bridge. "Just punch it, Cap."
The ship bucked. A sound like a thousand glass bells shattering echoed through the hull. Then, the violent shaking smoothed into a low, melodic purr. The stars outside the viewport stretched into long, white ribbons.