Re: Part 19 - The Belly of the Beast
"Void," Shard snaps as the gravity flickers. "Hot cursed void," she continues, working with mechanical fingers. Speeding up will only leave her fumbling, and she needs to get this all correct the first time.
If they have to fly out of here with a ship coming apart around them, they're going to require every single second.
"Have you out of here in a heartbeat, colonel. Don't know what we'll do about your perforated armor, but in the smoke and screaming, maybe nobody will notice." She's almost babbling...almost. Rather, it comes out fast and sharp, planning to occupy her mind, to take her thoughts from the idea that any instant the entire ship could come apart around them - blazing explosion, shattering crash leaving them dying in hard vacuum, who knows - and in this case, there's nothing she could do about it. No last-ditch attempt to draw upon skills barely remembered, no hope of sacrificing herself to try to save her team.
The thought puts knots in her gut.
"Thanks, Juragga - beggars can't be choosers, I expect." The Wookie is on the ball, and Rhijans maintains his professionalism (no surprise, that). Haarmon is doing what Haarmon does best, apparently. She has to keep it together for them.
All of us get out of her. Alive.
"Jalt, head back and give Haarmon and the droids a hand."
All of us.