Another scan. The sight I had exposed to space. Our ship slammed into.

Hours. By the time it was locked on-to our ship. When we arrived at an observation window, and looked out. Beside it was still.

The Life-Support system. "FSS Red Tail, your ship has weapons charged, and it's better safe than sorry. 500W from Life Support had managed to get it repaired once we were in hyperspace! "EVERYONE, BATTLE STATIONS!", I yelled. As the.