But there was no fixing this. “I’m going to fix the engine.” “If I break the engine trying at this point what’s left to lose?” Neph grabbed the bloodied soldering iron out of Moose’s hand. [14/15]

Then Neph heard a new sound. Not a scuttle, not a squelch. Static. One of the cargo bay’s monitors had cut itself on. A staticy screen with three pixelated eyes peered at Neph. “You look like someone who could use a friend right now~?” [15/15]