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Comstock was carefully, slowly re-adapting himself to the rigors of atmosphere and gravity, lounging on deck while Gravitas used his powers to give the astronauts aboard ISS Icarus their hour-long artificial gravity treatment.  They were making the most of it, too: yoga, calisthenics, eating and drinking their favorite treats from home before they returned to the their research and the bone-devouring low-gravity environment.

Impetus had disappeared.  Something about a budget report or board meeting.  Two lady-astronauts were far too happy to take him away, but Comstock guessed that their dreams would be crushed by Imp's new brand of social responsibility and monogamy.  He'd been seeing Caroline a lot lately.  Or at least told Comstock that.

Such serious thoughts couldn't hold Dillon's mind for long.  As he relaxed, the endless, sparkling expanse of the galaxy kept returning ...

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Something snapped Dillon back from his reverie.  Sudden activity, lots of it.  Gravitas and an astronaut were talking.  It took a few moments to concentrate on the voices, but it sounded urgent.

"-- few minutes ago.  They're venting atmo ... last long ... anything you can do?"

He rose, glad the room still had some artificial gravity, and let the metal out.  "Hey, what's going on?" he asked someone passing by.

"Space shuttle's been hit, sir.  Sounds bad."

Imp was writing another of the interminable station progress reports when the warning claxon cut through the hubub of the com bubble.  "This is Discovery, we have been hit repeat, we have been hit. We have a fire on-board and are losing atmosphere.  please assist.  Please assist."
Imp was out of his chair and heading towards the airlock before the message had finished broadcasting.  He tapped his Utpoia communicator as he sped through the halls.  "HQ, we need assistance in space, anybody who can survive and maneuver in space is needed for rescue of shuttle discovery. Recommend portalling.  Those of us aboard the Icarus are moving to assist.  Over." He stopped near Comstock.  "We've gotta move, big man, they've got a fire aboard.  Can Grav portal us in or am I gonna have to fly us over myself?"

Quentin was already on a terminal, finding the current location of the shuttle with one hand and activating the comm-unit with the other. He was painfully aware that each second of delay might well cost them the lives of the shuttle crew. Space was harsh mistress.

"Discovery, this is the Icarus, we've got Team Tomorrow members aboard at the moment and are headed your way," he shoved the mic at the station commander and moved over to a more open area. "You guys ready?" he asked, a rhetorical question given that the near end of a wormhole was already blooming nearby.