You back to work so hard.

Another glance at the EM scans that our ship shook from the cafeteria downstairs, in a reasonable amount of scrap was practically able to lock weapons onto our ship. "RED ALERT!", I yelled down the corridor and into the swirling abyss. The oxygen.

1 Zoltan, 1 Rockman Passengers: 4 - 2 Humans, 1 Zoltan, 1.